<?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-6528002</id><updated>2011-08-27T22:11:20.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zepheriol</title><subtitle type='html'>Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>542</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2686313678384295760</id><published>2011-07-18T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T01:43:49.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Barney and robin said going back to whats familiar is bad(or something like that) but what if you don't exactly know why its bad. Just when i feel down i have no one to talk to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2686313678384295760?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2686313678384295760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2686313678384295760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2011/07/barney-and-robin-said-going-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5352344984585593419</id><published>2010-11-30T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:51:32.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can only hope that in the long run good guys triumph and bad guys don't. It's often confused me how a siginificantly large bunch of the guys around me remain single while i hear stories of assholes getting 2nd chances doing things the good guys won't even come close to doing. Perhaps people in my age group are just doomed to singlehood since generally speaking, girls date older guys and this "potential target group" would be the 1991 girls for those in uni. Girls who are, in a way, not ready. I sincerely doubt its just the people around me but tell me if it is.  After awhile, I don't know what I'm looking for anymore or rather i don't if i take out the sins. Commit i can..but perhaps doing so blindly isn't a good thing. Give me a sign oh mighty one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5352344984585593419?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5352344984585593419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5352344984585593419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-can-only-hope-that-in-long-run-good.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5319989427262887156</id><published>2010-11-18T12:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T13:06:22.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess there really is a limit to everything. And i guess i'm in no position to demand anything. I remember saying i'd never get annoyed. On the long term basis yeah i'm not but i do get annoyed impulsively(i blame it on genes) and as in economics everything is fine in the long run but it never does come to that. Everything's perfect if i choose to ignore certain details. Time to stop ignoring? I look fine on the outside but i'm not, I'm not. What am i to do when the thing that cheers me up a lil each day is also the thing that makes me need cheering up the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5319989427262887156?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5319989427262887156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5319989427262887156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-guess-there-really-is-limit-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-389280368838835209</id><published>2010-10-03T12:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:43:36.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive me mother for I have shamed you, for i have not acted in accordance to your teachings, for i acted in an ungentlemanly manner that which is the victorian way. As chia would say it, SHAME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-389280368838835209?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/389280368838835209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/389280368838835209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/10/forgive-me-mother-for-i-have-shamed-you.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5098116229370536207</id><published>2010-10-03T02:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:19:39.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beer never tasted better. Sadly i only have 1 bottle. I should so stock up for times like this. I've just been lying to myself all along i guess, telling myself i won't think too much of any gestures but in the end that's not what i really believed. I still wanna ** **** ***, but not when you don't wanna ** **** **. It's that i don't wanna try, it's just that failure seems to be the only answer i get. I guess the more i show my uglier side the more it makes things easier. Let's go G O go and move on. Sadly that's pertty hard bcos i'm still ** **** **** ***.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5098116229370536207?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5098116229370536207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5098116229370536207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/10/beer-never-tasted-better.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8833161189965724248</id><published>2010-09-26T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:20:47.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it's the end of this roller coaster ride, it'll take sometime for the motion sickness to wear off but i'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span&gt;在这短短的几个月，我得到了短暂的幸福，但也不知不觉中失去了几个朋友。 直不值得我还不知道，但愿这都是老天的安排。就为了让事情对你来说简单点，我决定手放&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;开。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;蝴蝶眨几次眼睛 才学会飞行  　　&lt;br /&gt;夜空洒满了星星 但几颗会落地  　　&lt;br /&gt;我飞行 但你坠落之际  　　&lt;br /&gt;很靠近 还听见呼吸  　　&lt;br /&gt;对不起 我却没捉紧你  　&lt;br /&gt;　&lt;br /&gt;你不知道我为什么离开你  　　&lt;br /&gt;我坚持不能说放任你哭泣 　　&lt;br /&gt;你的泪滴像倾盆大雨 碎了满地 　　&lt;br /&gt;在心里清晰  　　&lt;br /&gt;你不知道我为什么狠下心　 　　&lt;br /&gt;盘旋在你看不见的高空里 　　&lt;br /&gt;多的是 你不知道的事&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8833161189965724248?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8833161189965724248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8833161189965724248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-its-end-of-this-roller-coaster.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5663512027903663179</id><published>2010-09-26T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T01:53:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm i've learnt more today than i have in the past few months. No i'm not talking about studies.  Thinking back, its been a roller coaster ride. When ur at the top you don't know when the final moment of descent is coming and when it does reaches the bottom in mere seconds. Just when you think its over you start climbing again. But seeing the big picture, at the end of it all, its all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5663512027903663179?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5663512027903663179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5663512027903663179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/09/hmm-ive-learnt-more-today-than-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2700432416993099085</id><published>2010-09-20T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:27:17.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Date 20 september 2010. 24 days after a particular post, what i foresaw or rather what i thought was bound to happen sooner rather then later has just given me one mighty tight slap across the face and a low blow to the groin. You might say since this is the 4th time it'd hurt less. Yes 4th im an idiot arent i. Its true, it is less. But if it dropped from 100 to but 99 on the pain index its not much isit. Thankfully jcrc stuff kept me occupied today or i'd be in a mess. If i end up doing alot of other things i normally would hesistate to do(like tutorials) just to distract myself then perhaps its a blessing in disguise. Whats a man to do really. Just what the hell am i suppose to do...haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2700432416993099085?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2700432416993099085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2700432416993099085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/09/date-20-september-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5599527260791405366</id><published>2010-09-04T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T17:13:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well school finally begins. although i haven't actually had lessons yet. Having travelled to ntu 3 days in a row this week all i can say is thank goodness for hall. Still a little lost with the whole esystem and notes collection but the boat will right itself when it reaches the bridge. Coming weekends are pretty packed so thankfully i have wednesday's to myself. All aboard the studying train woot woot!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5599527260791405366?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5599527260791405366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5599527260791405366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-school-finally-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6129120403223613230</id><published>2010-09-01T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T02:05:32.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beer definitely calms me down, which is what i really need to do at the moment. Thank god for hoe garden bcos timbre ran out of beer. Can you believe it. Utterly ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i have the right to be upset but somehow i just am. I would have liked to used "pissed" but thats too strong a word to use. Its just....illogical to me. illogical in just about every mfing way. I mean true, just bcos i'd do it doesn't mean everybody would and while its been done before the situation is always different. Times like these are when i apply my skills from army. lan lan suck thumb, swallow it, let bygones be bygones and i guess never attempt, what it seems to me at the moment, foolish acts anymore. Having said that i guess i can understand to a certain extent. Lets just hope my choice to think of people positively and rationalizing it from their point of view in my own words will not let me down like it did last time. Everytime i finish a post i have half a mind to delete it....makes me feel i was judgemental and i if i was i'd pretty much hate myself. Now we can't have that can we. FUCKING hate that i gotta wake up early tml to go to sch which is at the other end of the universe. ARGHZZ..beers effect is wearing off i'm feeling the rage rising again. better not fuel it. shall go n try to sleep. knnbccbmofoposblearghzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6129120403223613230?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6129120403223613230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6129120403223613230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/09/beer-definitely-calms-me-down-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8403931968999699842</id><published>2010-08-28T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:15:50.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you for making your friend's life so much easier, thank you for making my life so much easier. If you want to limit what goes on in others lives because you believe they're making a wrong decision i agree i would do the same. But if even a little of you is doing it for personal reasons then perhaps your judgment(although i dunno who let you be judge) will be too biased to be taken into consideration. I'm sorry if i misunderstand you because i only hear 1 side of the story but sadly as it is that's what i see. Disappointed i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8403931968999699842?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8403931968999699842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8403931968999699842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you-for-making-your-friends-life.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4013527523293865242</id><published>2010-08-27T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:52:05.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fear that what im going through is but a facade. I fear that while all looks well on the surface it's only because the imperfections have been covered up rather than fixed. I fear that one day the internal pressure will force the underlying cracks open and all that was once pristine will shatter into pieces. I fear I'm becoming what i used to be, a boring, insensitive and yet overly sensitive and obsessed individual. I fear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4013527523293865242?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4013527523293865242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4013527523293865242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-fear-that-what-im-going-through-is.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-183268248464530783</id><published>2010-08-10T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:56:25.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think blogging is my outlet when i've too much or nothing going on in my life. When i have too muc and need an outlet i blog, when i have nothing i'm bored so i blog. I guess that means recently i've been having a rather balanced life. Enough time for myself and enough time spent with friends. Only problem i've been having so far is with $$$. I hope my remaining savings can last me till school begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-183268248464530783?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/183268248464530783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/183268248464530783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-think-blogging-is-my-outlet-when-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2452871988920487174</id><published>2010-07-24T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:54:02.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Make that a -|10Sinx| graph&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2452871988920487174?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2452871988920487174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2452871988920487174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/make-that-10sinx-graph.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4567188584285385436</id><published>2010-07-24T01:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:15:49.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mood is like a sin curve recently. Or more specifically a 1.5sin(x) -0.5 curve. Aka fluctuating and generally negative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4567188584285385436?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4567188584285385436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4567188584285385436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-mood-is-like-sin-curve-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5510323787256368611</id><published>2010-07-22T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T01:49:55.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope this is the sleep deprivation talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty lost really. Hmm i don't know what i should be thinking, don't what what i should be saying, don't know what i should be doing. I pretty much have no idea whats going on anymore. Feel a lil like i've been thrown into the wilderness to fend for myself. I'm heading down a path i've once trodden and as good as sworn off. Somebody pls slap some sense into me. Man...i hate it when im like that. Wo pa le, ni pa le ma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5510323787256368611?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5510323787256368611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5510323787256368611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hope-this-is-sleep-deprivation.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5049891651035195339</id><published>2010-07-20T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:59:05.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I so need a break. A break from everything. Since june its been like work, camp, going out, and its repeating itself. This week is work, next week is camp and week after is probably going out again. Soon I'm gonna suffer from withdrawal symptoms when i run out of programs or $$ to go out which ever comes first. I thrive on interaction but too much of it and i'd get hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't call what i went through and am going through withdrawal symptoms, its not at that stage yet. But i can't deny that to a certain extent its considered an addiction and addictions are unhealthy. I think i may have stuck my foot in a little too deep. Should i really pull my leg out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, so need a drag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5049891651035195339?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5049891651035195339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5049891651035195339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-so-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1439799919937130744</id><published>2010-07-13T14:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T19:37:15.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh my sincere apologies for the short hiatus since i was away in camp but now that i'm feeling a little more refreshed(though sickly) and i have some free time on my hands i shall blog about the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uni camp is really like nothing i've experienced. Haha theres alot less restrictions and so just about anything goes. For eg you'renot about to find a guy pcc-ing on a jc orientation video. Anyway here are the events day by day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least exciting day but most unforgettable night. In the day it was pretty much just running around the school getting to "know its layout better" but technically i still dont know how to get around the school and i don't think theres an iphone app for the internal map of ntu. Alot of the stations were like what we see in taiwan vairiety programs like molding plasticine Chinese whispers and "100 seconds No NG" Anyway at night we did 2 things. First we were brought to this open drain cover and my ogl told me we were going to climb in it. I thought she was joking, i thought wrong. We really had to walk in the drain with drain water, low ceilings and even had to scale a not so low wall. Then we were blindfolded and led around school to do a series of challenges including but not limited to falling backwards unto an airbed and being soaked in soy sauce 7 up raw eggs etc etc. Oh yeah we also met our SP's and got to talk to them and a few other random ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was the day most of us got our tans/burns because it was pool games and it was before we realised the importance of sunscreen. Haven't swam so much in awhile but it felt pretty good to be in the water under the hot sun. Again we got to do somethings like in taiwan variety programs like gladiator fight on a floating platform and running on a floating platform. In the afternoon we played games in this darn muddy field just off hall 7. Just 2 words, wet and dirty. At night it was fright night aka night walk. The make up of the seniors was commendable but most interesting part was how a guy was more afraid than the girls throughout the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, a day filled with the sun, sand and sea. Beach games from morning to evening giving me a tan that makes me look more foreign than i already am. Truly a day filled with activities testing physical and mental limits. Ran in and out of the sea so much my shirt was barely dry. At night it was off to fort canning part for SP night. Really felt like a speed dating thing though haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4/5&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put day 4 and 5 together because the amazing race lasted 1.5 days. Starting from ntu we headed to bukit batok park(i think) -&gt; ten mile junction -&gt; yishun stadium -&gt; katong(teo heng) -&gt; bedok -&gt; expo -&gt; bedok -&gt; east coast park -&gt; city hall(war memorial) -&gt; some park in the west -&gt; ntu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did so many stupid things its almost impossible to list. Dancing mass dance at an mrt station, telling 5 people they need their hair cut, getting a hug from a stranger and then getting someone to add us on facebook. Sad that when i went teo heng my voice was damn sore so i couldnt really do "don't forget the lyrics" properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd half of day 5 was mud games vs seniors and then a chilaxing evening of dinner and great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh i think you realise that day 4/5 is very lacking in detail because i've been at this post for days, continuing when i have the time so i lost a little stamina along the way. oh wel can't wait for the next camp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1439799919937130744?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1439799919937130744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1439799919937130744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/heh-my-sincere-apologies-for-short.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6542711189460219495</id><published>2010-07-03T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:14:39.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmz going to a camp briefing tml then off to camp on sunday. Can't believe i still have to work tml. Thankfully I'm able to rest on sunday. Somewhat anyway. Today being friday made it a little more busy for me at the booth. Passed my time reading new paper world cup articles and learning the lyrics to Hai Kuo Tian Kong. I am now able to sing it(i think) while looking at the lyrics. Doesn't sound like much right? Yeah we'll its a canto song and i have no basics in that tongue whatsoever talk about tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this next portion i actually wanted to post yesterday but it occurred after i switched off the laptop. Erm my current situation is just like what i was trying to do last night. That is, its like trying to plug in the charger in the dark. I could have felt my way through it but there was no certainty on how long it would take or if it would succeed at all. Therefore the simple solution would be to introduce some form of illumination such that instead of feeling my way through I can use my eyes. Point being, feeling my way through isn't gonna be good enough, its gonna take more than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6542711189460219495?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6542711189460219495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6542711189460219495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/hmmz-going-to-camp-briefing-tml-then.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-3724522036485587290</id><published>2010-07-02T00:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:50:49.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm as i was telling siau ling, maybe its not about leaping. its about walking into it as slow as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-3724522036485587290?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3724522036485587290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3724522036485587290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/hmm-as-i-was-telling-siau-ling-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5260580146470128797</id><published>2010-07-01T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T16:14:42.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As my iphone battery app would say, "Do you want to refresh your battery and do a full charge cycle which could increase your battery life?" I say yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5260580146470128797?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5260580146470128797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5260580146470128797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-my-iphone-battery-app-would-say-do.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4901198826347583103</id><published>2010-07-01T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T00:50:05.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. If only you were wide awake more often. I'll admit I'm pretty defenceless against Mr Hyde and that's why its Dr Jekyll I prefer to talk to because at the end of the day, its Dr Jekyll who is the final decision maker. As rational as I like to think I am, I can't help but feel I'm now following my heart rather than my brain. While we'd all still love to do that somehow as we age we can't help but feel the importance of listening to the brain a little. Dr Jekyll is your brain and he has something to say whereas Mr Hyde just wings it. I don't have such a clear distinction between the 2 or rather the brain has no input now. But somehow its always been that way. I've never always been the best at expressing myself precisely because my brain has minimal input. That to put what I feel or think into words is a tough job for me. Maybe even if over time my brain gets a better understanding of what's going on, it wouldn't matter as much. Maybe I do things I feel are right rather than think are right more than I'd like to admit. Or rather, My brain starts rationalizing after the deed is done and thus far when the 2 have not agreed it becomes filed under "mistake". And I guess that's why I don't have regrets, because I dont think it was right to do but I felt it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats to do. When our preferences of methods differ it becomes a little more complicated. I want you to do what you think is right not what you feel is right. As much as I'd like to do the same, I'm not really wired that way. Besides, as far as I'm concerned, what is on the table right now does not need a rational behind it, that somethings happen because they do, that giving it a rational would be more of convenience to make ourselves feel a little better. In more specific terms, to feel differently about something without understanding the reason behind is reason enough for me, that while I may not understand it now, one day I might, and the might is all I need. But then again perhaps I'll need to rethink that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally neither of us are at the stage where if we end up with someone else we'd be lost. I won't say we'd be upset but we'd be affected and that makes all the difference in the world to me. We all have different benchmarks on what's required for us to make the leap of faith. I think you know yours, now let me think about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred days have made me older&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time that I saw your  pretty face&lt;br /&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think  I can look at this the same&lt;br /&gt;But all the miles that separate&lt;br /&gt;Disappear  now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But  you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream  about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're  still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight it's only you and me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  miles just keep rollin'&lt;br /&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;br /&gt;I've  heard this life is overrated&lt;br /&gt;But I hope that it gets better as we  go, oh yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still on  my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream about you all  the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're still with me in  my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it's only you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I  know and anywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard but it won't take away my love&lt;br /&gt;And  when the last one falls, when it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;It gets hard  but it won't take away my love, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But  you're still on my lonely mind&lt;br /&gt;I think about you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I dream  about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;But you're  still with me in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl it's only you and me,  yeah oh yeah oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4901198826347583103?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4901198826347583103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4901198826347583103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/07/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-817983056670203711</id><published>2010-06-30T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:24:50.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a a busy and tiring few days. But busy mentally and tired physically. What with all that's going on and world cup matches there hasn't been much of times like this where I'm free enough and in the mood enough to blog a little. You know how I always say while a blog is a public domain, I've always managed to find a balance between blogging about what i really wanna say and keeping it public friendly. I'll admit at this point of time now I'm having a little difficulty. Whatever I say could potentially ignite a time bomb prematurely. So perhaps for the first time in my life, I shan't post what I wanna say. Perhaps its a convenient excuse to not think about it too. Numb is the word of the day. Except when it's about the good oll' creaky back. Blearghz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-817983056670203711?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/817983056670203711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/817983056670203711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-a-busy-and-tiring-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-506075269953208386</id><published>2010-06-27T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T10:57:18.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess at the end of the day there's only 1 way to be certain. Sometimes people take leap of faiths before they're certain. Ironically I'm now certain, but only because i landed in a sea of knives and it hurts. It really does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-506075269953208386?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/506075269953208386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/506075269953208386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-guess-at-end-of-day-theres-only-1-way.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7695813725148201168</id><published>2010-06-24T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T02:20:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another couple of milestones today. Today was the first time I watched a 3d movie. However, toy story 3 didn't really have alot of really 3d scenes so what a let down for my first experience. Which, ironically isn't the first time. Its the first time in awhile i used a lighter, together with a kiwi brush and wet cloth that is. Have more faith in me won't ya? Today's also gonna be the first time in a week I'm gonna slp before 3 and not watching the late night match. *yawnz* actually have something i want to blog about but im too darn tired. another time then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7695813725148201168?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7695813725148201168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7695813725148201168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-couple-of-milestones-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6310653398586806502</id><published>2010-06-22T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T02:05:48.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I was browsing at cold storage to make up stuff coming up to $40 I considered the breathe spray. Then I realised I had no need for it anymore or at least I'm not supposed to. Then i just laughed to myself and started looking at other stuff. Heh going out to maintain my late night scheule later and watching Toy Story 3 with the councilors tomorrow. If its because of my schedule that i have almost no savings, it's worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6310653398586806502?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6310653398586806502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6310653398586806502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/while-i-was-browsing-at-cold-storage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4003594952976403845</id><published>2010-06-21T05:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:46:27.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow how times flies. In the past I was so free I could do near daily posts or at least once every few days even if it was a brief update but now its been like 5 days. What time is it? its 5.30am in the morning. Why am i awake? because I was watching the brazil match just now and took such good naps in btw im actually feeling a little refreshed right now so i shall take this chance to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working everyday means I've lost concept of date and day. I can now only vaguely remember what happened on wednesday after checking the fixtures of the world cup. Including today i've watched the 2.30 am match everyday since wednesday most of time when I have work the next morning. Friday was by far the most disappointing performance by england and what a waste of my precious sleep it was. But as they say all things in life are fair. I got to see england play like ultimate crap but i also got to see Gin in what i'd like to call the ultimate auntie mode. Watching soccer with her was more entertaining than the match itself. Drew and I both barely survived. So on Friday I slept at 5 and woke up at 9.30. That's 4.5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: started work at 10.30 ended work at 9.30. Went timbre with Hammie,Gin and Drew. Left at say about 2? Then Hammie wanted to watch a late night movie and manage to convince The Mother-In-Law(hahaha I hope you're reading this) to let her go. Movie started at 2.30 end at about 4.30. When i got home at 5.15 the crows were already kbkbing. Normally when they do I'm already falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Had to work the morning shift again so I woke up at 9.45 thats about another 4.25 hours only. Thankfully it's only half a day of work or I would have just died. Shopped for Johnnie's present with Terry then went home. Barely had time to do anything before it was time to leave again. After the bday party I went to watch soccer with Jay at Chris' house. Heh he sent me home despite being at home. So here I am blogging when the buses have already started operating. What time do i have to wake up later? 2pm? Thats a good 8 hours or sleep. And you'll probably realise sleep deprived me writes posts severely lacking in wit. I'm kinda bored by my own post really...okay now sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4003594952976403845?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4003594952976403845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4003594952976403845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-how-times-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-371487691542532877</id><published>2010-06-15T22:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:02:55.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today's the day. Everyday is a special day. Some days are just more special than others. Haha like might as well don't say right. For some its seeing how you have to mug while the people around you have fun. For some its the end of something dreadful like NS. Dreadful is an understatement really. So CONGRATULATIONS SANJAY!! You've managed to suffer through it bro. For me today was the beginning of something new, a job(more about that later). Today is also the day my lies to the world almost cease to exist. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No this is not my way of coming out of the closet and I'd be worried if you thought of me that way. Like really really worried.&lt;/span&gt; I say almost because there I don't believe in extremes but i guess also because The Mum can never find out. The Dad maybe, one day, but never The Mum, just as how The Dad never told The Grandma. Now i've let the cat out of the bag to the 2nd last person I would ever tell because I don't like keeping such secrets, not at all. If you're wondering what the hell I'm talking about, you most probably already know lah. The counter restarts at 1 today and I hope I never have to reset it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New job is fine except for the many loopholes that people exploited. Lead to some unhappiness with the customers which the management managed to settle. Sucks to be the middle man hahaha. Thankfully they were mostly understanding. Standing for 9 hours straight is no joke. Perhaps if it was me 2 years ago it would be fine but now..haiz When I'm standing it's fine but it's when I'm back home resting that my back is really tested. I hate my health and it sucks more because I'll never know how it happened. Pain pain go away never come back to me again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-371487691542532877?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/371487691542532877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/371487691542532877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/well-todays-day.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5871617462031218822</id><published>2010-06-14T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T02:05:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmz i think i've gone out so often this few days blogging about going out will just be darn monotonous. But that's what its gonna be this time too. Okay okay i'll try not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, after a tiring saturday, I mange to sleep in till like 1pm. YAY right. NOT!! at about 1700hours I opened my bag for I can't remember what and then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JANG JANG JANG JANG!!&lt;/span&gt; I pull out of my bag a paper bag with clothes and a book that didn't belong to me. So you must be wondering which wonderfully intelligent being put it in there and forgot to claim it back from me? Formally introducing to you Meridian Junior College Wu Da blur queen zhi yi, Han Bao Ying xiao jie, *applause* Forgetting to take it back is fine. But having ME realise after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5pm&lt;/span&gt; that it was still with me is another thing altogether. So naturally I had to pass it back to her. It ended with near aimless shopping(yes again) in marina and popping by suntec to see her sister and accidentally bumping into her parents. Her dad said something that totally made my day. i quote and translate "Why is it your hair is short now when it was long in the morning?" Thank you uncle for making my day that much better with that epic statement. I'm proud of the things my gender says and does at times.&lt;br /&gt;So after dinner at Astons and her failure to get me drunk(thankfully quite unlike The Dad who fell into The Mum's evil clutches or so he claims) but yet successfully allowing me to become high like I've never been before we waited for NR7, which i thought operated everyday. Half an hour later I learnt it doesn't operate it everyday and she learnt Fridays, Saturdays and eve of public holidays does not include sunday. So lan lan suck thumb take cab teng chu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday my unofficial off day. oh god I'm so tired im lazy to go into detail. Watched karate kid with hammie and Drew at illuma and got ram for my com from sim lim. Jaden smith has a good future ahead of him. I can't say the same for the director bcos the film was too draggy. Maybe Will wanted more screen time for his kid. Then had dinner at popeyes. And now imma gonna hava go to bed because i'll be on my feet for 9 hours straight tomorrow. Good night people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5871617462031218822?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5871617462031218822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5871617462031218822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmmz-i-think-ive-gone-out-so-often-this.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-3745049882406353432</id><published>2010-06-13T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T04:24:11.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reading my previous post is the exact reason y i blog. I thought today was the 3rd time i met up with hammie and gin but I realise today is the 4th time. Omg tuesday felt damn long ago. Tuesday I slept at 4 woke up at 8. Wednesday nv go out so slept around 2 but thankfully I woke up around 1. Thursday I slept at 3 woke up at 8. friday i slept at 4.45 woke up at 10.00 but I went out a total of 3 times all 3 times to central area(TM i miss you). later got England match, so gonna sleep late again. I don't chao lao is fake lor, so little sleep. Tml and Monday are gonna be spent sleeping, confirm guarantee plus chop sumpa babi ke mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so last post was about Tuesday. Wednesday nothing happened therefore no post and I've only gotten time to post about thu, fri, and today now.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I met up with The Sky Is Blue! minus zhihan. I can't remember which part of the phrase he was. I'm sky btw. We had ramen at ippudo ramen where mak managed to get into an argument with the japanese manager who isn't that proficient at english. Way to go bro. The 5 of us then shared a mud pie at coffee club before I went to meet up with hammie. Met up with gin at esplanade where we talked a little about nature vs nurture(blog post for the future).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday andrew came along too and we went grandlink to sing k. I manage to belt out my newly learnt hokkien song but I think the next "new" song i sing ought not to be a hokkien song liao. Had fei fei wanton mee after it all and talked a little to chris before I went to bed at 4.45. Qn of the day. "do you think you'll ever be satisfied with what you have". I swear gin's on a streak of asking thought provoking questions. Again a blog post for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was by far the most exhausting day. I woke up at 10 after a mere 5 hours of sleep to go somerset to meet my new boss for half an hour. Yes half an hour. They couldn't have asked me to go a little earlier on tuesday. So having nowhere to go I went home. Soon after I saw wei jie post on facebook that he wanted to go to the pc fair. I needed to go sim lim so I thought of going there then go sim lim. In the end I went the pc fair. Made 1 round around the toshiba booth on the 4th floor and then the toshiba booth on the 6th floor. Mission accomplished =DDD&lt;br /&gt;Then hammie asked if I wanted to go shopping for a present. Since england match was at 2.30 i said okay. In the end we shopped around for her clothes to wear in thailand and watched argentina match outside taka. took a short nap after i got home from town and now after the match which england screwed up im kinda brain dead. Off to bed i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-3745049882406353432?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3745049882406353432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3745049882406353432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/reading-my-previous-post-is-exact.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6070302755108088644</id><published>2010-06-09T03:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T03:59:24.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here i am in the middle of the night when i still have work tomorrow. First an update on my work status. Im gonna end my current job this friday, the 2nd time i'm gonna do this because the first time they called me back but then realised they don't need me as much as they thought they did. Today was payday but i didnt get an email telling me how much i earned but checking it out through ibanking i realised i got paid so either i accidentally deleted the mail or i didnt get one at all. But hey the pays in with no cpf deduction so wth eh. Starting next tuesday im gonna be a work mule for a month. That is to say i work 10 hours everyday weekends included. Thats it for meeting up for dinner with friends but supper is still open people. My work starts at 11, which is perfect for someone like me because i like to sleep in, and ends at 9. Its gonna be one long month but i get 1.5 months of rest after that so im gonna pia. If i don't miss work im gonna earn 2.25 k which is gonna be enough to finance me for a long long time. No cash, will work. Did i mention how the timings mean i can almost always get a seat on the train since its majorly off peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with hammie, gin and grumpy at simpang tonight. It was supposed to celebrate grumpy's bday 3 months late but because there's no present and no cake it became a normal meet up. Simpang is really become more and more expensive. I wonder how the yalams can still afford to eat there. The idea of going to teo heng hovered in the air but we decided against it(cos i think singing for 1.5 hours is dumb) so we went east coast beach to chillax. I drank another kind of beer which i will never touch again. This time though i didn't drink a hoegarden at home to wash away the taste. Going to the beach with slightly emo people is a rather interesting experience i must say, The combination of alcohol and the scene just brings some things out of em. Of cos being a noob in the context of the discussion meant i had nothing much to say but i hope providing a listening ear is good enough. Thankfully the full extent of my medication hadn't worn off so i was able to listen without thinking too much myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last hiatus lasted 2 weeks. This time 1. It really doesn't look too good but i'm trying. Time to reset the timer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6070302755108088644?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6070302755108088644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6070302755108088644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-here-i-am-in-middle-of-night-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5163001550352095435</id><published>2010-06-07T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T20:32:40.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only siginificant thing that happened this weekend was zao's bday. rest was same old same old. Oh just a note to my dearest friends. If i sent a message at sunday morning 2 am, don't reply till at least 11 am sunday or you'll wake me up, mess up my weekend slp cycle and leave me where i am now. Where am i now? Im in bed at 8.30 with a sore throat on its way and i'm actually about to go to bed. Yes at 8.30! I just hope its the lack of sleep and not..you know. Today makes a week anyway. Back's aching like hell after today's manual labour at work. Can you believe it. I actually had to work. Who does that at work? Heh kiam pa right. But oh well. off to bed i am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5163001550352095435?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5163001550352095435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5163001550352095435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-siginificant-thing-that-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6049652728639080634</id><published>2010-06-05T02:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T03:43:40.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Previously on zepheriol.blogspot.com(imagine it's said the way they do it on heroes) I mentioned how my day could only get worse. I was wrong, I got saved  by hammie. She asked if I was ard town and that msg was a msg that saved me from the turmoil i was in. I was at seoul garden(which is begining to be my least fav place to be), paid $32 for a 1 hour meal that was not fulfilling physically or mentally. But thankfully i left to meet hammie at the esplanade to watch some play. I have to say City link's signs are not very accurate since its faster to walk to esplanade from marina sq rather then suntec or wherever they were pointing to. Gin was there too. Hammie started bitching immediately after the play about stuff too unfriendly for public blogs. Then we went to watch another performance outside the esplanade. I quite enjoy these performances so if you're reading this jio me on this kinda things more often.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I also realised i have friends who go through the same turmoil i do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked aimlessly all the way to boat quay and then on to clark quay where we had drinks at The Clinic. Apparently the stethoscope they use can actually be used. We also found out cocktails cost more than beer theere. I can't rmb the names of the beer i had but the first tasted a little like salt water and the 2nd tasted like stale water. Thank goodness for the hoegarden i just  had at home. My face is so numb from the alcohol i think if you slap it i wouldn't feel a thing. I drank almost a litre of beer? Then again if im at timbre with the bros its more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing random songs at the singapore river makdeme realise how much i miss teo heng. Arrhhh i so wanna go. Train hokkien gua only to not have an outlet for it..haiz. Burned a big big hole in pocket tonight. 32 for dinner 30 for beer and 30 for cab. 32 was wasted really. Beer a little cos i have lotsa beer at home but for the company its still worth it. #0 for cab is inevitable so really its just 32 wasted. blearghz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;If its for the same reasons it happened then its for the same reasons it won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6049652728639080634?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6049652728639080634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6049652728639080634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/previously-on-zepheriol.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7047338992989487962</id><published>2010-06-04T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:07:40.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shortly after i posted the previous post i rmb what it was i wanted to blog about. It wasn't something The Mum said but rather how NTUC(i govt linked org) can fail at its signs. There was a sign saying buy 1 get 1 free(which is poor english already actually) for a range of dettol shower gel. Thinking it applied across the range i chose the one that didnt sound like it would sound weird but lo and behold, at the check out counter it didnt work. The cashier then informed us how the offer only applied to the other kind, which i didn't choose because it said it has ginseng extract and like hell i wanna smell like a chinese herb. She said we took the wrong while. While i was about to answer sarcastically(yes to an old lady im mean alright) i got cut off. I was about to say "Sorry hor auntie shi ni men de sign xie de bu qing bu chu." I got cut off at sorry hor and was technically forced to make an apology i didnt intend to give. But she's just an old auntie so i nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i had to make 2 phone calls. 1st call i made to ntu finincial assiatance asking about the terms and conditions of ntu's bursary and how i was gonna get informed of the buddhist lodge bursary if i wasn't even in school yet. She gave me some vague answer that i didnt really get. I then asked her what happens if i accept ntu's bursary can i accept another one and return ntu's. Aka i was asking specifically about ntu's bursary. Somehow she didnt get it and kept asking me to read the terms and conditions carefully. Xiao jie I'm asking you about NTU's terms and conditions cos what you provide online is appaling. Talk about pek cek. Had to ensure she wasn't offended by my tone in the end cos she had my ic no. and name. Suck thumb. Thats 2 apologies i didnt wanna give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally im very nice to customer service officers but singtel's rules pissed me off. This was the 2nd call i had to make. First time i called it was cut off cos i entered the tunnel going towards lavender. Nvm go tunnel not their fault. 2nd time i called i made it all the way to "what's your NRIC and name for verification". I asked me or the subscriber they say subsriber. So i gave my dad's name and NRIC no. or my memory. They then said only the subsriber himself can cancel. I said that's lame because by right an sms should suffice but cos the service sucks i couldn't. As if when i sms its the subscriber sending it. So nvm i said i'll call back. I just called back straight n pretended i was my dad and wala done. Take that stupid singtel. Need actual subscriber to reduce my bill. Stupid rule. I bet if i wanted to sign up for something it doesn't need to be the actual subscriber. This time no need suck thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully all these couldn't spoil my day cos i got my threadless shirts today. Kena gan by The Mum again for buying 5 but she scolds me whenever i buy anything so after so many years i've chosen to ignore her. Sadly my day's not gonna end so well. Today is one day i wish i really couldn't walk(temporarily of cos) haizzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7047338992989487962?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7047338992989487962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7047338992989487962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/shortly-after-i-posted-previous-post-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-794586299078253803</id><published>2010-06-03T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:39:24.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bitching about a colleague with another colleague makes me wonder, does she bitch about me?&lt;br /&gt;If she does its my just deserts. Of course not that i really care what they think because neither are worth it, just the whole what goes around comes around thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the ugly side to humans in the office makes me wonder, am i that ugly too? And will my friends tell me when im ugly or will they just turn a blind eye to it? If you're reading this and consider yourself my friend, i choose to know the truth. Haha though of course preferably not on my cbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dinner/supper tonight with hammie(i decided to shorten it), Gin and Grumpy. But hey i get to have dinner with The Mum. That's supposed to be a incentive right? right? I woke up today thinking about blogging about something funny The Mum said yesterday but i can't seem to recall it now. I really am getting old. Yesterday was the first *****free day in awhile. Today it stayed that way. How long it lasts i don't know. But at least i'm trying. Found 2 websites to follow today besides MLIA. If you wanna feel a little better read GivesMeHope. Their sister site SixBillionSecrets is down right saddening though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-794586299078253803?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/794586299078253803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/794586299078253803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/bitching-about-colleague-with-another.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5797819797902536761</id><published>2010-06-03T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:06:31.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow no posts since june 1 its been quite awhile huh. i said june first cos i can't rmb which day it is hahaha. Well don't really have a post today either just like blogging to keep it somewhat alive. heh failed at making a 5 day week this week so i'll try again next week. Going out with Hamburger, Gin and grumpy(if you call him when he's asleep) tml for dinner. or at least i hope. Friday im kinda forced to go eat xiao long bao buffet. Have to go celebrate a bday for a colleague. If you ever read this post good cos i don't really wanna go cos its mother far and i didnt even celebrate grumpy's bday y should i celebrate yours?? haiz..oh well off to bed or i'll miss another day of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5797819797902536761?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5797819797902536761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5797819797902536761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/06/wow-no-posts-since-june-1-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-981704608800405096</id><published>2010-05-31T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:02:54.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Start of the week if there's TGIF then there's a OMFGIM too. Had to go through a stack of attendance thicker than as thick as if not thicker than some of my notes. Thankfully they were like girls. Scary on the appearance but not so scary after you get to know them. Naturally Facebook, manga and reading jokes on my iphone got me through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mum came back from overseas today. Welcome back mum! Her coming back from overseas reminds me of army stand by bed. Last time it was "Sgt lai liao, Sgt lai liao mai sng sng arh!" Before she comes back its like "QUICK KEEP AWAY ALL THE THINGS!! Keep your clothes!! Sweep the floor!! Throw the thrash!! Make sure the windows open when she's back!! Make sure theres enough cold water in the fridge!!" So it really is like the empress dowager's return. My little bro is the little emperor by the way, just one who listens to his brother a lot. im glad to say be passed her stand by..erh i mean her test. She actually had nothing to nag about. Alas her return ends the reign of the 3 bachelors and their dad and along with it goes the peace and tranquility seldom heard. Heh but her coming back from overseas also means lots of "presents" I got a black "Adidas" t-shirt and a "Ralph Lauren" polo t. Oh n about 5 iphone covers so that leaves me with 6, plenty to play around with. She also bought back 2 sets or martial arts novels despite me telling her i could read online. So as the saying says, you win some, you lose some. I think i win. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-981704608800405096?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/981704608800405096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/981704608800405096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/start-of-week-if-theres-tgif-then.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4610629965104485675</id><published>2010-05-30T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:52:31.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog about since i spend the day angry birding. Shall just share a poem written by kang kang many years ago that they showed on The Guess Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;”爱人是一种痛苦，除非她也爱你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;被爱是一种困扰，除非你也爱她。“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4610629965104485675?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4610629965104485675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4610629965104485675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/nothing-much-to-blog-about-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4761758895476668160</id><published>2010-05-30T02:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T03:18:25.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm beginning to understand why some people prefer wordpress to blogger. Sometimes there are just somethings that you wanna say that you don't want the whole world to know. I guess I never really could relate to that since I've always been one to speak my mind. But i guess something inside me has changed. For the good or for the worse only time can tell. Since its somewhat related i guess I'll talk about what I said I would yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where to begin actually since its all kinda interlinked. hmm.. Oh well I'll just wing it. These 2 years have been long and hard. Not so much the army army stuff per se but the environment I've been this past 2 years. Surrounded by people few i would consider friends. Mostly idiots really but nonetheless idiots who taught me what to never become, idiots who taught me that when you're not a friend people will judge you even when it serves no purpose and idiots who made me wanna reflect for fear of turning into such a person. Which is why, ladies and gentlemen, i harp so much about karma nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer am I surrounded by friends(not for another 3 months at least) as I was back in school for even at work the harsh cruelty of reality slowly seeps into me and drains me of all motivations. Probably the reason I hate to go to work and also why I want school to start soon, in hope that I may return to that zorb ball of protection. Sadly when we no longer spend time with each other day in day out the dynamics of a relationship change significantly. I may be biased because I'm single but I think romantic relationships are overrated and platonic relationships undermined. Just a personal POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone were to ask me whether I'm internally or externally validated I'd say externally validated. I'm externally validated because I don't believe any one person's opinion represents the truth. Naturally that includes me. Just because i think something is good/true doesn't mean the world agrees. I very much depend on how others view me. Thus far that has been a major reason i don't "stray" . However I'm going from a "it's wrong to do this because most people would say its wrong and advice me against it" to a "most people aren't here to catch me doing it anyway so what the heck". I think most of you would know what I'm talking about actually. Its one step to the dark side i ought not to take. One step into the coffin too actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*this is the part i wish could be password protected but im gonna put it in anyway*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Its kinda like deja vu to me really. A few years back it happened to you now its happening to me. You might not even remember the incident actually but to me, you matter enough for me to remember. You felt you lost a friend because I seemed like I didn't care anymore. But in actual fact it's because I didn't wanna probe too much. Now history seems to be repeating itself. I dare not probe but you make me feel like there isn't a need to anymore. Like what i think doesn't matter. I'm no good for advice I'm no good for cheering you up. Silence seems to be the best thing I can do really. Well you blogged openly about it so thus so shall I. I remember bemoaning the fact that you didn't even try and therefore i will try. But perhaps now is not the best of times what with you having enough on your plate already. It seems I'll go to the same person you went to too or rather i wish i could. He left on a jet plane and I don't know when he'll be back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;*Actually i don't really need a password cos few people will read the post even less will read till this point what with my posts being insanely long so cheers to "private" blog*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4761758895476668160?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4761758895476668160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4761758895476668160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-im-beginning-to-understand-why.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-353963132109386123</id><published>2010-05-29T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T02:19:27.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i shall just continue from where i left of yesterday. I've finished with my uncles and aunts so its grandparents and my family left. The grandpa is what im expecting the dad to end up like 20 years from now. Totally chillax about everything, stays in his room to watch tv all the time and get nags at by the grandma. Deja vu anyone? The grandma is a very interesting character. She comes to my house for a few reasons most of them involving my mum.&lt;br /&gt;1 to check if the mum is cooking often enough for her standards.&lt;br /&gt;2. To use tricky and vague questions to con the mum of her "sins" (what can i say playing with words runs deep in the family)&lt;br /&gt;3. To comment on just about everything that the mum does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell knows no fury like a woman's scorn and when you have 2 generations go head to head this generation gets the best show. See men don't complain about woman all the time, at least not when they go up against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the best of the best(nono not me specifically though i am involved).&lt;br /&gt;The Dad: As aforementioned tends to lie in bed to watch tv much like his dad. Gets nags at by The Mum all the time and never really talked much. In recent years however has been slightly more willing to give comments, generally because The Mum's hearing isn't as good as it used to be. Half blind in day blind at night and deaf all day, The Dad has managed to max out his level of selective hearing.&lt;br /&gt;The Mum: Sole dictator of the family much like Hitler, Stalin, Kim Jong Il, but perhaps Ci Xi empress would be a closer comparison. Strong willed personnel who runs by emotions(surprise surprise???). Will not stop talking to you when you're watching a show and will not listen to you when she's watching a show. Her soothing voice will make a bee hive sound like a lullaby and her strong vocals is a good match up with her hard of hearing.(Cos she can't hear herself if you're still wondering)&lt;br /&gt;The parents function like the couple in Kung Fu. Even their traits are similar, one adept at taichi and one at lion's roar. As much as The Mum likes to tell me no other woman is dumb enough to go for The Dad i'd like to say this. Dearest mother, there probably isn't another man courageous enough to come within 50 m of you. So on one hand one wonders how those 2 came together but on the other hand..the functions disfunctionally .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Older Brother. And Introvert by nature until he turned 21 and entered uni. Endured a nightmarish life in DHS and TJ. That's what happens when an ang moh pai goes to cheena schools. Ironically its the educator education system that turned him around. Turn over a new leaf in his time in NIE and his greatest achievement to date is getting me my psp. Yes its my blog therefore its always about me. Inherited The Dad's selective hearing but still allows The Mum's droning to get to him once in awhile. Recently went on secret rendezvous including but not limited to 2 overseas trips.&lt;br /&gt;The Younger Brother. My protege, my padawan. In the process of learning my most devious of ways from the mother school with supplementary lessons from this old bird. Only one among the family to not have a growth spurt at age 15 and still stands at 164cm. Listens to me more than The Mum though the mother schools teachings has caused his loyalty to dwindle somewhat. However he is turning out to be an entirely different entity from me and while that means he's also lacking somewhat superficially he still remains a good candidate for Girls born 94 and later. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamburger this is a shout out to you. &lt;/span&gt;My brother is turning out a fine young man so help him and help your sister =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the moment i know you've all been waiting for, A write-up about yours truly assured to blow your minds away. First i want you to close your eyes and then...well by right your eyes should be closed so you shouldn't be reading this portion really so shame on you. Now finish reading the rest of the steps before following through with step 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine yourself in your paradise and in that paradise you see a person said to only exist in movies, dreams and fantasies, The Perfect Man. Now just imagine him turning around and smiling at you and you should realise how much of a resemblance he has to me. That being said do i really need to continue? heh. You already know me why do i need a write up about myself?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people..Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-353963132109386123?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/353963132109386123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/353963132109386123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/so-i-shall-just-continue-from-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8758886190380484806</id><published>2010-05-29T00:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:33:14.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay apps are up and running. just haven't uploaded my music yet. But with the pitiful amount i have now i might as well don't though if i don't upload more than 8gb than it'd be a waste of the 32 i have. Come on justin im waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a pretty boring day today. Had breakfast at 11 and lunch at 1, its little wonder y my stomach is the only "muscle" im building. Travelled down to the indoor stadium for jumbo seafood for grandad's birthday. The mum is in Beijing so she couldn't make it and she couldn't be happier. she been waiting 25 years to skip one. Funny how my brother skipped it based on the simple excuse of no one told me. Really its statements like these that makes the mum nag more and more each day but he never learns. Thankfully this time she wasn't around to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, everybody knows how petty i am (i dare you to nod your head in agreement, i dare you) and because i didn't get to skip i told the aunts and the grandma he "go par tor". On one hand it lets him off the hook but on the other its putting a noose around his head where it will remain loose until the next time he meets the aunts and it tightens. Don't you just love younger brothers. In actual fact i don't really mind going such gatherings but it was just fun to get him into trouble without him knowing. Besides i got to eat chilli crab...then again that was the only edible dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention how today i took the circle line for the first time. Like wooopie. Yes so im like a little kid but first times mean a lot to me, or at least more memorable if not important, regardless of how insignificant that event may be. But i'll blog more about firsts in the near future when i get another first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'll be talking about family. More than my parents and siblings i'll talk about my dad's side of the family.In it there will be some rather disrespectful things said but that's never stopped me before has it. There will also be what some would consider matters too private for a public blog. BUT, i've generally lived by the belief of do no evil, tell no lies. I say generally because recently i've gone a little astray but again a story for another day. So to be fair i'll end with my own family and how we function dis-functionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i actually finished part of what i originally wanted to write but found it too long and boring so i'll just shorten it. I have 3 uncles eldest one lives off his wife n sister in law has 1 child because he was ancient when he got married but used the excuse quality over quantity. His quality beat me at psle,skipped o levels and took IB and is going to fass so quality my ass mr soft rice. 3rd unncles(my dad is no. 2) i barely see now and barely saw even when i frequented granma's place because sunday's were reserved for his wife's mum's place. 1 word. ***pecked. His 2 children 1 is fairly respectful to elders while the other doesn't seem to acknowledge the rest of the world. Girl it don't matter how hot your bod is if you look like a pros and act like one too. Last uncles is by far the best and its little wonder he brought forth to this world the only cousin i talk to. Yes i only talk to 1 cousin that's sad. I think if her 2 sisters were closer to her in age i wouldn't have anyone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the aunts. I have 3 aunts. Eldest one believes man are born just for the manual labour and remains for fear of being loved for her $$$ and not her. Can't really blame her there. 2nd aunt is 4ever changing jobs and thats about all i know actually. 3rd aunt's the best. She's lived in the US ever since and i've seen her what twice within the last decade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg my eyes are actually droopy. i'll continue were i left tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8758886190380484806?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8758886190380484806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8758886190380484806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/okay-apps-are-up-and-running.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4852179766223824091</id><published>2010-05-28T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T02:49:03.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, 3 long long months after 1 ORD i finally get my iphone. Its been a long and cruel wait. I'm still in the process of fine tuning my apps but hopefully i'll be able to keep the non game apps to 4 pages. Stupid itunes keeps hanging on me so its not doing me any favours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ntu for a medical checkup today. As you all know its mother far and getting in and out is a pain the ass. thankfully both ways i managed to get a cab. Once by experience of getting a cab around Jurong Point without queueing and once be sheer luck when a cab just happened to be on campus. The check up thought me where doctors go when they hit retirement age. They go to medical centers where apparently the patients don't matter as much. Check up was so short it made the Cmpb one look good. thats all that mattered today really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4852179766223824091?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4852179766223824091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4852179766223824091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/ladies-and-gentlemen-3-long-long-months.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1594630435683405891</id><published>2010-05-27T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T03:30:23.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i got paid to do close to nothing(again) watched a average film(shrek 4) and talked to a friend about relationships. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course some would say getting paid to do nothing is awesome or that shrek 4 is an awesome film but hey my life, my rules, my measurements. I choose to blog before watching the season finale of chuck because im hoping it doesn't fall under average *fingers crossed* House was good, HIMYM was surprsingly insightful and TBBT was okay but had a great end. This year we see the end of the series lost, flash forward and heroes(as reported by The New Paper). 2 series which i've never ever watched before and 1 i watched 2 seasons respectively. Yes i've never watched lost and don't really intend to. Watching chuck later on will be a very emotional 1 hour or so, not because i'm predicting Chuck's ending will be sad but because it means i have no American tv series to watch on tuesdays &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; i have no soccer to watch on weekends. Nothing to do =&gt; Go out more often =&gt; Spend more $$$ =&gt; &lt;s&gt;Dark side of the force&lt;/s&gt;(i forgot im not yoda) Poor Poor Jun Yu, literally and figuratively speaking. If its one thing i can't stand its boredom i need to be occupied all the time. All i can say is thank goodness for the japanese. At least i'll still have things to do on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go on about things to do maybe i'll talk a little about what i did today. I woke up at 8.30 and got to work at 9.20 as usual. heh paid to do nothing and i still get to be late. this kind of job where to find? So i spent my first 2.75 hours doing the amount of work i normally complete in 40 minutes and the rest of the time before lunch half staring into space. Had lunch at Astons. One othe reason my work place is great is its proximity to an Astons. Kinda ran out of things to do on the net in the afternoon so i did abit more work than i would have liked. Chatted with siau ling in the afternoon. Hello girl hope you're doing fine!!! She was telling me how HP promoters all have pretty girls working there and asked if i wanted a job there. Oh the temptation. Where i work now is a FML moment for these matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with kakak for shrek 4. Note to self and advice to others. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;NEVER EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; order meatballs from Pastamania because it makes army food taste good. Shrek 4 was just like how some reviews said., not much involvement of fairytale characters and slightly lacking on the humor. Personally i feel it had an overly predictable plot and dialogue even for a fairytale like tale. The funniest moments was right at the end of the movie so way to keep my interest going huh. The movie was punctuated with baby cries, which was expected, a couple making out seated right in front of me, which was not so expected, and Abby giggling at things i think the kids would find it hard to laugh at. Im glad some of us haven't lost our childlike innocence. It must also be a sign of the universe that i had a conversation with her similar to the one i had with  Hamburger and Gin on saturday. Then as HIMYM puts it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can ask the universe for signs all you want,  but&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; ultimately, we only see what we want to see when we are ready to  see it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out today also made me realise how i miss going out on weekdays. Like really. So what do i have to say to that? Fuck you SAF. Being 2 years behind my peers is fine and all but taking away all my weekdays and my freedom. _|_.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading my email also informed me of how there will be no kampng breakfast this month =(. Way to end my day hotmail, as if you screwing up so often isn't enough. Wow im hateful today aren't i. But anyway heres the quote of the day. Days where i can come up with nonsensical stuff "worth" quoting that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you can't get no love, get love handles!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1594630435683405891?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1594630435683405891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1594630435683405891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-i-got-paid-to-do-close-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-9125704415228305370</id><published>2010-05-25T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:45:25.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 hours of sleep is obviously not enough for a mind numbing job and since im gonna be out tml night im gonna sleep early today. yes i am. Which is right after im done with this post. which is right about now. Don't you like short posts? Seemingly too short for a post but yet too long to be a facebook status update or a twit. Heh. Gd night imaginary readers =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-9125704415228305370?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/9125704415228305370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/9125704415228305370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-hours-of-sleep-is-obviously-not.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-855289678989700216</id><published>2010-05-25T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:56:07.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*settles in* aaahhh. Feels good to be back in my favourite seat with internet access, facebook to use and manga to read. To get paid to surf the net, MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-855289678989700216?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/855289678989700216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/855289678989700216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/settles-in-aaahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2606700846981340951</id><published>2010-05-25T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:05:58.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This isn't an emo post in case you all read it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get into hall made me think about something i always wanted to think about but nv did for fear of the conclusion. As we all know when you want to get somewhere you gotta fufill certain conditions. To get into a school you need certain grades and to get into hall you need certain talents or skills.&lt;br /&gt;Lets look at the different types of talents one could have and how they relate to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical/Artistic talent: kapish i can barely sing karaoke properly and i know nuts about music. I also failed art before in VS. Unless removing signs from the school is called artistic vandalism then yes im a natural.&lt;br /&gt;Games(intellectual): My english vocab is as close to the dictionary as i am to finding aliens so scrabble and boggle aren't my best friends. While being slightly accomplished at Big 2 it barely fits in the category and contract bridge jsut aint the same as floating bridge. Mr nice guy high up in the sky also didn't give me the best hand eye co-ordination so bye bye pool and carom.&lt;br /&gt;Games(Sports):1 phrase sums it all, jack of all trades master of none. I pick up sports fairly quickly but i don't excel at any badminton being the one im best at but because of how leychey it is to play it i hardly do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all i realise my motormouth is the best tool i've been gifted with and thats why even when there are times you wish you could zip my mouth up, you can't, because its meant to be that way!! Maybe i ought to skip school and try a career in stand up comedy..nah im just kidding. Hmmz might also mean im more attuned to sales but yet i hate sales. hmm maybe marketing??? And yet i'm in engineering..oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i miss playing badminton so here's a shout out to all you fellow badminton lovers out there find me to play!!(i think a shout out on facebook is probably gonna be more effective)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before i forget this one goes out to you hamburger. A hamburger will always be a hamburger to me. Even when u add cheese you're not gonna turn into a cheeseburger. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2606700846981340951?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2606700846981340951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2606700846981340951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-isnt-emo-post-in-case-you-all-read.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6660762473887860931</id><published>2010-05-24T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:58:59.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*NEWS FLASH!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my job back, getting 3gs soon and will get a 4g when my mum's plan expires. 所谓船到桥头自然直，说的一点都没错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i started on my jap lesson and so far its crap..hope it gets better. So that leaves the medical test&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6660762473887860931?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6660762473887860931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6660762473887860931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/news-flash-im-getting-my-job-back.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5360919797380338343</id><published>2010-05-24T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:20:55.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now lets see i set out with 5 things to do today. 1 of which i am accomplishing right this moment. Instead of running i went swimming which is just as draining and the the rest is put in my procrastinated list. So ironically its procrastination in progress. One thing i know im not going to to do in the future though is to blog right after the swim because the blood flow to the brain is very low now. I really wanna go overseas but am severely lacking in the cash though the other day hamburger(refer to 2 posts ago) was suggesting Genting. It really got me thinking but considering how i just got my 3gs i think im gonna have to start saving again before any trip. Or i could just get another job(haiz still caught in 2 minds really).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooow Littleblackboy is flying off to deuschland soon so bon voyage to him. German chicks aren't that hot so bring something else back. Surprise us. Justin just came back from nipponland, Welcome Back!! Anaconda is MIA to nobody's surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England vs mexico tonight hope england wins 5-1. rooney scoring 3 and chicaritto scoring mexico's goal.(no i did not make a bet on it). And i might just be getting my job back for another month this time im not gonna miss work unless strictly necessarily. A few days of being jobless made me realise how cash strapped i am. oh well buts thats all for today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5360919797380338343?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5360919797380338343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5360919797380338343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/now-lets-see-i-set-out-with-5-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5635930316215303614</id><published>2010-05-23T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:25:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 posts within 2 days. Thats gotta be a record for the past 2 and a half years at least. In my previous post i mentioned how the incentive to blog is lost because not as many people blog anymore. But i thought to myself, thats just typical of me, blame the world and ignore what happened to me. So i decided to venture out and click on a few links and lo and behold, there are still people updating their blogs frequent enough for it to be called often. In some cases certain posts were password protected haha and being a kaypo of cos i'd wanna know what was said but not shameless enough(and yet some would consider that statement shameless on its own) to ask for the password. Anyway the point is whether or not people blog should not determine whether i blog. And letting it would be just be a dumb excuse to comfort myself aka this post is an attempt to make blogging a more frequent part of my life again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually today there isn't much to post about. I woke up at around 1pm lazed around the house and accomplished pretty much nothing in the whole day. Only event of the day was when i accompanied my parents to go view a house nearby. I tot mum was wishy washy but dad is just as bad. From a "we're not even looking at houses how to move??" it goes to "lets go view this house later and assess it" within a week. In that place my room become a little smaller but its not like i spend much time out of my bed. Location,condition,age and space distribution wise its all okay, only concerns are the common corridor and price. Parents are gonna ponder over it and wait for the COV to drop a little. Then again unless its gonna benefit me directly(and when i say me i mean me) like say they get a car im pretty happy where i am. A higher allowance helps but considering how i intend to repay it back to them because i think its only right it doesnt work out as well. They could sponsor my holidays though haha. But otherwise monetarily speaking i think its a good time to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im caught between 2 minds. I wanna work to sustain my expenses but im happy being a bum. I have my jap lessons to go through and i know i shouldn't procrastinate on them any more. I think i shall call my agent tml bah. maybe if i find a job where it isn't so okay to take off on a whim i might actually earn more even if it pays less. Speaking of things to do tml i'm gonna have to go through a ntu medical check up which i missed last tuesday. It's probably gonna be like the one i did at cmpb which was good for nothing because it didnt tell me about my pre-existing back problem. I think i shall attempt to run tml too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the unofficial list of things to do tml albeit just to make myself feel a little more guilty if i procrastinate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;1.Go for medical check up&lt;br /&gt;2. Attempt to run more than my usual 3km if my back allows it.&lt;br /&gt;3.Start on my online jap lessons cos i paid $20 for them and they have an expiry date.&lt;br /&gt;4. Call my agent to look for another job.&lt;br /&gt;5. Blog on what will happen tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmz i guess thats it..ciaossu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5635930316215303614?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5635930316215303614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5635930316215303614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/2-posts-within-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6089321713170941751</id><published>2010-05-23T02:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T13:51:35.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is generally dead but it has been brought to my attention recently that there are stil random visits from time to time n having nothing happening in my life doesnt mean i don't have anything to blog about. True but on the other hand thats what my blog has always been about, for me to one day read back on my old posts and be reminded of the stupid/fun things my friends have done over the years. So what changed? I went through army(there he goes again about how army is dumb and wasted 2 years of his life n how it changed him to the way he is now) and as we all know the things we do are supposedly so sensitive they're not very net friendly and hence i was deprived of both the means and the content of which to blog about. Similarly because now less people blog its no longer as interesting to visit my own blog to read my board and to click on other links to see what goes on in other people's lives because few do it anymore. Nowadays instead of words people mark experiences more through taking photos which i should be doing more really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is good because i used to be able to see the little things that happen to others in their lives that in day to day conversation is draggy and mundane and not something you would say to someone you meet say...once a month?? But when read at our own pleasure it is just the exact opposite. What is normally draggy and mundane isn't anymore and it allows you to dwell into another person's world to see as they see. Just like how sometimes people like to read because it brings them to a world beyond their own. Being a practical person this joy can only be achieved if i'm reading about actual things that happened in this world. This is regardless of how flowery one's language is(at least to me) because im not exactly the most flowery am i. Omg time really passes quickly when im just ranting on and on. It's only 15minutes left to the champions league finals. But before that starts i'll just continue this post with my usual habit of droning about what happened in my day in the hope that it brightens up someone's day regardless of when they read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having endured through yet another tiring session of mid night mahjong, Jun Yu managed to sustain his losses at $5(after making one very bad decision which was evident of lethargy seeping in). He took to his rm to realise someone had turned off his laptop again even though he put it to sleep so that when he returned the start up would be faster(much like today actually). After his bathe(this portion is for you clean freaks out there) he slept at approximately 0500 hours. At 1300, after a mere 8 hours of sleep - yes 8 hours of sleep is mere on a weekend - he was awoken from his slumber by fellow mahjonger Chee Nan Ping.&lt;br /&gt;His message went "Eh they say want go teo heng leh"&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, dear(for the lack of a more adoring word =D) Jun Yu was irritated at having been interrupted from his slumber. But being the ever resilient one he decided to go on a nights out despite the many tribulations thrown his way in cluding but not limited to han bao bao(i think i shall call her that from now on) having way too many places she wants to go and chee nan ping having to report at 3 am for duty for Mr Goh Keng Swee's funeral and thus rendered unavailable for the nights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-intermission-&lt;br /&gt;It is now 2.40 with 10 mins to spare before the UEFA Champions League final between Bayern Munich and Inter Milan. This time shall be spent on a well deserved shower. We will be back shortly with the rest of the "story". Really short considering it's not going to take you 45 minutes to jump to the next paragraph but you could just for the fun of it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where was I? *scrolls up* arh yes. After meeting andrew to get him his long overdue present, he broke the news that he would unable to join in that night. That left Jun Yu with no transport to timbre and left to his own devices for dinner after telling his mum to forgo his share. 15 minutes after finishing his fiery hot chick and crisp, hamburger(han baobao) called to say she was done. Whilst on the way to dhoby gaut hamburger managed to successfully put into doubt Jun Yu's sexual orientation to 2 of her friends in the "most subtle" of way. Thank you very much hamburger. At dhoby gaut hamburger finished of Brownie(could be a racist thing among them food people) and went cannibalistic on Double Cheese and his buddy Fries. Which made Jun Yu wonder what he had to do to eat that much and not put on weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battery level of author is severely low and thus what happens from then on shall be severely concise. The author apologises for the undetailed going ons but assures his readers no animals were hurt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timbre substation was full so they had to give it a miss. Cabbed down to Timbre arts house, ordered a few drinks and fries(which hamburger didnt touch after finally getting in touch with her conscience) and spent the rest of the night discussing what guys ought to do and what they actually do in relationships. It being 2 on 1, Jun Yu was doomed for a losing battle but he adopted the if you can't beat them join them doctrine and came out unscathed. On the way home the cab driver couldn't stop umchioing at their conversation and even asked Jun Yu what bitching was after the girls were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest they say...is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;xoxo&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;G..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erh i mean That's All Folks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6089321713170941751?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6089321713170941751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6089321713170941751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-blog-is-generally-dead-but-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6577637423672311545</id><published>2010-02-18T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:07:09.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo ord lo happy new year and happy valentines day!! well actually i missed out christmas and the other new year but wth yeah.&lt;br /&gt;funny how im only blogging because i rather be typing with no aim or purpose then to be staring at a bunch of names and checking them off the list especially when they're all like 20 characters long(if you catch my drift). To make it a little more obvious, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOUR FATHER'S NAME.&lt;/span&gt; anyway enough about my mind numbing/rotting low paying low fufilment learn nothing data entry job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay where to begin..so much has happened since the last time i blogged. My last outfield came and went. My house got a new coat of paint. My last day as a corporal came and went. I brought home ben's fieldpack and him mine. And 1 day after i collect my pink ic i start work. Somethings started while others ended. Why they end i'll nv know and don't need to know. Why they start i don't need to know but wonder why i nv knew haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was chinese new year.  Supposedly the most important festival of the year because i'm single and agnostic and because its like my bonus. Reunion dinner this year was held at the same place as last year and the food totally sucked to the max. I don't even know why we went there to eat in the first place. How i miss the days where we had steamboat at gran's. More importantly i miss the days my stomach was a blackhole. Now its like a broken down vacuum cleaner and regurgitates from time to time. Anyway back to reunion dinner. As much as we still talk as much as we did last time,which is almost never, its just different when its held at a restaurant(if it can even be called that with the standard of food they served).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year visting was limited to the familiar places. I start off at gran's place, go to my uncles place to meet my mum's side then go to my aunt's place for dinner. She's another reason i was still the blackhole and not the broken down vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;2nd day a couple of my cousins came over with their kids. 1 of em was following me ard cos she was afriad of the lion dance. The lion dance which appeared on tv on 15 seconds and made her avoid the tv altogether. Her little sister was more interesting to watch. You just had to pretend to cry to stop her from crying. So much for monkey see monkey do. I have to say kids are much cuter when they're above 2 years old..before that they all look pudgy.&lt;br /&gt;3rd day was when the bro's came over. the haram babi's took part in the seasonal gambling session and was interesting to watch. Afterwards they spent some time pranking people using my house phone. I spent the evening watching alvin and the chipmunks with ginny and bao ying and watch them go crazy over theodore when there was a perfectly cute guy in their presence *cough* me *cough*. Sad that andrew had to work and couldnt join us.&lt;br /&gt;4th day. most exciting day yet. I spent the whole day watching guess show and how i met your mother till my vision got blurry. talk about legen......wait for it....dary.&lt;br /&gt;5thday. Well im back at work and that sucks but i gotta go cos my lunch breaks over..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6577637423672311545?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6577637423672311545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6577637423672311545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2010/02/woohoo-ord-lo-happy-new-year-and-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8413486715893115491</id><published>2009-10-04T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:50:55.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If it means i get to skip ns i don't mind spending another 2 years studying for my a levels. Started tutoring my brother recently and it just made me realise how rusty i am. My brain needs some serious derusting and servicing. My body is back to pre bmt fitness levels after several months of lack of physical activity which is bad and my brain is turning to mush to pre o level standards and that's worse. Being school meant being surrounded by people who cared people whom i cared about about people i call friends. And while theres still the occasional meet ups its just not the same as spending each and every day of your life being around these people. People say that ns buddies are your best friends in life. Maybe true for past generations but hardly true for mine not for me at least. True you also spend each and everyday of your life undergoing turmoil but while i dislike studying i hate ns. At least studying served a purpose, there existed a holy grail that led to something more, more than just the plain opportunity of shouting 3 lettered abbreviations to those who have yet to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's because i've been spending so much time at home or perhaps its because the shackles which bind me and keep me from my freedom are only unlocked 3 months later than those about to be released or perhaps its a combination of both but it definitely isn't some sudden epiphany inspired by some random event.&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart lies. While studying my heart followed me around for i but just travelled from one home to another from family to friends or vice versa. Now every sunday is a dread for i leave home and am deported away to ulu pandan camp. Funny thing is now i go out so often even staying home seems like a bore to me. I so wanna be back in school..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8413486715893115491?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8413486715893115491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8413486715893115491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-it-means-i-get-to-skip-ns-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8403142336240952393</id><published>2009-09-20T04:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T04:18:01.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogs are like so out of fashion unless ur some celeb and you want people to read so you get more ads and thus earn more. Its good in a way bcos it kinda means i can say what i wanna say without holding back..not that i really have b4. The late night must be getting to me cos im thinking very negatively at the moment or perhaps i've been too positive normally. I'd like to think thats a good thing actually. I so need to get a life. Really miss hanging out with the bros and bitching to them about everyone else. Caught the ugly truth today. It was about a guy who knew everything about relationships yet who wasn't in one till he got lucky at the happy ending and i'd like to push his own advice back at him. Yeah rite like that'll ever happen in real life.. A movie's a movie though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew asked me the other day what i was looking for(particularly for something that i shant mention) but then i really dunno what i want for anything actually. Aimless goalless. If you don't know what you want how do you know what you like or you don't or what you think is fine and what isn't. You can't like what you don't understand or rather its irrational. Guess i'll have to irrationally like myself. Haha oh well so much for the emo elmo mojo bingo bango stuff. May my inner demons burn in hell(though they'll probably like it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8403142336240952393?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8403142336240952393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8403142336240952393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogs-are-like-so-out-of-fashion-unless.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5824451237587094347</id><published>2009-05-24T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:07:07.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yi ge ren de huan jin neng gai bian ta dui mo xie shi da kan fa. Sui ran shuo wo men ying gai bu shou wai lai ying xiang ju xu zhao zi ji de yuan ze qu zuo shi qing dan ru guo zhen de na yang zuo zhi de ma? Jiu wei le yi  xie lian tong shi dou bu suan de ren qu mai tou ku gan zhi e ma? Kan dao bie ren she me shi dou bu zuo que neng bai zhe ge yu huang da di de mo yang wo shi zai bu fu. Yi qian shi kan zai shang si de mian zi shang wo cai wu suo wei. Shang si huan le que hai yao kan ren jia lian se ye shi zai shou bu guo qu. Zuo ye cuo bu zuo ye cuo hen ming xian zhe yu wo de ban shi xiao lu wu guan. Ye jiu shi shuo shi wo ren ge shang you wen ti. Ju ran wo ze me you wen ti na me nan ti ni rang ta men zi ji qu jie jue ba wo bu gan le. Fan zheng dao zui hou hai shi hui bei ren qi shi na wo gan yuan she me dou bu yao zuo. Wo tao yan zuo zong jian ren. Zong jian ren jiu deng yu zong jian de jian ren.  Zhe ji ge yue wo bei ren xiang ge mu ou shi de bei shua lai shua qu. Fu yan ren de ba xi ye jiu dao ci wei zhi ba. Wo wu fa zai yi ge mei you xiao lu de zu zhi li sheng huo ying wei gu yi gao xiao dong zuo jiu wei le dao fan xiao guo dui wo lai shuo hen mei you yuan li. Er ji ran zhen ge xi tong dou shi ze yang de cao zuo de huo na wo mei bi yao gai bian gong zuo di dian. zhi hao ku ku de ren shou la. ba ge yue ya ba ge yue. Hao man chan de ba ge yue arh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5824451237587094347?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5824451237587094347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5824451237587094347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2009/05/yi-ge-ren-de-huan-jin-neng-gai-bian-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8240866328822491079</id><published>2009-05-13T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:09:11.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wanted to make it three in a row and i actually had something to blog about but i forgot about it and after that i just couldn't find the correct timing to blog again. I guess i'll try to keep this blog alive even if my posts dont contain any information. This 2 Weekends burn drastically decreasing my time spent at home. True i don't do much at home but home is still home where u fit in without having to do anything. Bunch of old specs just ord'ed and seeing them wave the elusive pink card is rather heart wrenching. Suddenly the 1.7 k i earned in jan last year doesnt seem so worthwhile as enlisting in january. Not that i had a choice anyway. If theres one thing that is common among 99% of the guys is that during a certain period of time they have this obsession. Obsessed with the 3 letters ORD!!! Arh and the most recent bleach manga was one of the better ones we've seen in a long long while hope they stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+No matter how talented one person alone cannot change the world -L-+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about it man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8240866328822491079?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8240866328822491079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8240866328822491079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanted-to-make-it-three-in-row-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-3599305218147199942</id><published>2009-04-26T04:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:38:58.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow 2nd week back must be some kind of record on consecutive weeks blogging after a long hiatus. The record now stands at 2 weeks. Lasts week's issue is somewhat resolved. But it adds to a thousand and 1 reasons why Feb 10 cant come any faster. Next few weeks will be a test of my character because i will have to face the stares of all those who return back to camp from outfield continuously. I think I'm moving but I go nowhere. yeah i know that everyone gets scared but i've become what i cant be. *Implosion in progress* 63% complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Shi ge yue. Shi ge yue hou shi jie jiu hui gen wan mei. zhen xi wang wo neng yi sui jiu sui shi ge yue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-3599305218147199942?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3599305218147199942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3599305218147199942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-2nd-week-back-must-be-some-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1471144441859725556</id><published>2009-04-17T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:15:31.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zhe ji tian wo ye you gou suay le. Bu gai fa sheng de shi tong tong dou fa sheng le. Bu guan shi qain cai, jian kang, huo ren shi guan xi dou yue bian yue zao. Wo dang bing gang guo yi nian, dan zai zhe yi nian li wo xue dao de ren shi guan xi he zheng zhi bi wo sheng qian de shi ba nian hai duo. Ye xu zai na shi ba nian li wo jian guo de shi mian bu gou duo. wo ye zhong jue de zhe zhong dong xi shi xue bu wan de. Di yi ci zai ren sheng li bei zu zhou dao zhe zhong cheng du ye suan yi zhong ti yan ba. Bu zhi gai guai zi ji hao hai shi guai bie ren hao, bu zhi shi wo xin li shi zhe me xiang huo ying ge ze me qu xiang. You ren he wo shuo guo zhe zhong peng you bu yao ye ba, wo ye ji de ceng jing he bie ren shuo yi ge ren shi wu fa man zu quan shi jie de. bu guo dang shi qing fa sheng zai wo shen shang shi xiang wa jiu bu yi yang le.Bu zhi wo xian zai pa de shi bie ren dui wo de guan nian hui bian huai hai shi pa na ren hui dui wo ze me yang. Bu zhi wo xian zai shi ying bei wu hui er shang xing/sheng qi hai shi gan dao xin xu. zhen bu zhi zhe me qu xiang cai hao. pi qi gu guai de ren zhe me qu mian dui ne. Ru guo wo shuo ta ai gao xiao dong zhuo yi ding hui chen xu er ru na ta ye neng shuo wo zai ta bei hou cha le yi dao. gong shuo gong you li po shuo po yo li. yuan yuan xiang bao he shi liao. Wo de ren qi zhi shu tian tian jiu xiao gu piao na yang xia hua. Zai jia shang wo ting bu dao you kan bu dao de jia you tian cu kan lai xiong duo ji shao. Zi chi ta de ren ye gai bi zi chi wo de ren duo ba. tian tian dou xu yao ti xing diao dan kan jing wo dong xi ye bu shi ban fa. hai shi bie shuo ren jia de xian hua ba bu ran you zai re huo shang shen. Kan lai wo bu zhi de dong xi hai zhen duo lao tian ye bao you arh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1471144441859725556?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1471144441859725556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1471144441859725556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2009/04/zhe-ji-tian-wo-ye-you-gou-suay-le.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2796202972499136326</id><published>2008-11-30T15:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:54:10.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My original plan was to wait for my csm to allow the company to bring psp b4 i even considered buying one. But now i don't have to spend my already so minimal pay on one because my bro bought me one as a bday gift. Awfully generous of him and totally unexpected. Uni has done great things to him man. Maybe its cos being in nie makes him surrounded by girls lol. Oh well i think i'll spend my next weekend exploring it and leave it untouched in the few hours i have left till book in. At least i'll have something to look forward to in this week. No the thing is what do i get him for his next bday...hmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2796202972499136326?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2796202972499136326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2796202972499136326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-original-plan-was-to-wait-for-my-csm.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-3978384359616207623</id><published>2008-11-14T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:39:37.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Booked out early today to stone in front of the com because i don't have any games to play sobs sobs. Its always just been a tool for me to stone anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some things i wish i rather didnt see. It ain't a problem being at the bottom of the food chain but knowing who's above you in the food chain is sometimes nauseating. And then this voice in the back of the head goes "what makes you think you're better to be higher up or rather for others to be furthur down"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence prevails&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-3978384359616207623?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3978384359616207623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3978384359616207623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/11/booked-out-early-today-to-stone-in.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7322805029832774169</id><published>2008-10-24T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:00:28.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay nothing much to blog this time round. i'm on my 2nd day out of 6 days of holiday. Oh and i think my eyecandy lives around me, haha that makes me wanna go out to shop more often. wootz. oh and i just found the perfect mixer to go with my super old absolut peach. ice cream soda..but its running out...crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7322805029832774169?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7322805029832774169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7322805029832774169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-nothing-much-to-blog-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-389311128484750828</id><published>2008-10-19T03:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:24:39.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay the previous post was just for the fun of it. Im blogging at such a weird time of the day cos i got home not long ago from clarke quay, a place im visiting more often yet i still know nuts about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up too early today cos my dad was asking my little brother to wake up to do his homework and woke me up too. So then i went to make breakfast and ended up arguing with my dad for the umteenth time. of cos in the end i won lah...in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris called me at about 12 saying he'd be at tm at 12.30. i left my house at 12.30(cant really blame me can u) yeah so i waited for 1 train for him then we went to get my shoes of which the toughest part was me choosing btw size 8 and 9. My feet are like a 8.5. Simple brown converse shoes. I'd take a photo and upload it if i bothered but weekends are precious so nope. Willis was supposed to be there instead of chris but i was on my way home by the time he smsed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and slacked around before receving a call at 5 saying we were supposed to meet at 5. That was for the council outing but i kinda mixed up the identities and ended up being early at city hall. Kena "interogated" when i went to collect the cake cos i didnt have the receipt then went to get seats at sushi tei for abby's "surprise" party. Okay it was supposed to be a surprise but then i accidentally smsed her instead of ele 2 weeks ago for details so she knew there would be a celebration. BUT she didnt expect so many people to turn up (kudos to ele) and of cos yours truly's amazing white lying ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything was still quite smooth sailing exceot she didnt get her card cos its with pang now and that the laptop bag we got was too small LOL. wandered around circular road looking for a pub but ended up at clarke quay instead. Club's name was fashion something. So after rounds of 5,10 ; the rabbit, moose and flower ; and some cowboy showdown thing we finished a bottle of chivas. I like drinking, if only my stomach liked it as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nobody's perfect, we're all flawed with spots, soft spots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-关心-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-389311128484750828?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/389311128484750828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/389311128484750828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-previous-post-was-just-for-fun-of.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2854237413154344682</id><published>2008-10-19T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T02:39:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really glad man u won but nani just had t oscore in the nintieth minute...come on man 3 goals was more than enough especially when the pay out was 6.20...close but not close enough...maybe next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2854237413154344682?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2854237413154344682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2854237413154344682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-really-glad-man-u-won-but-nani-just.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1294930460816292403</id><published>2008-10-09T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T21:32:54.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time really flies. The last time i updated was almost a month ago. just like that another month goes by. I cant even remember what i did this month or for the recent months actually. Suddenly i get the so many things so little time feeling like i got just before i enlisted. Time can be such a pain in the ass yeah sometimes u have too much of it but you cant do anything constructive and sometimes you don't have much of it yet there seems to be countless things to do but then when u actually get down to doing it. aiyah bloody hell no time liao need to go back...i'll try to come back tml&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1294930460816292403?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1294930460816292403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1294930460816292403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-really-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7805902267671073241</id><published>2008-09-10T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:41:57.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know if i had to find an excuse as to why my blog is so unupdated i wouldnt say its cos im not allowed to say much but rather because im a night blogger that is, an around midnight blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Friday is spent on catching up on sleep, saturday nights i tend to be out and that about goes all the chance i have to blog. Well one things for certain i'm still able to find such perfect little &lt;s&gt;excuses&lt;/s&gt; reasons for everything i do hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda had a lot of thoughts going through my head on monday which started out from going to zouk on saturday and then it led things which i could not remember by tuesday morning. Well anyway its good to be home on a weekday and a wednesday at that, how rare is that. Gotta go for an x ray tml morning.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway back to saturday. i met with my secondary school friends got the tickets from my bunk mate and left with my jc friends. If u count abigail then i would have saw my primary school friend too.&lt;br /&gt;So i saw the whole world but not the world(the clubbing one) i wanted to see because i left too early. That pretty much means i have to sehmulah(however u spell that). Gotta wait till loy comes back(thats the convenient reason cos i've overspent this month).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of spending or rather the constant overspendingi've saved less than a $1000 since going into ns and that sucks big time. Target is not more than $50 a week which works out to be not more than $250 a month. No i didnt fail my math i know $50 x 4 is $200 but $50 goes to mum almighty for all the labour she goes through in scrubbing my clothes before putting them in the washing machine. Which gives me a grand total of $5000 something in savings. Qian shi yong yuan bu gou de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i've been watching intial d the anime recently...so its old wth i kinda got hooked on drifting even if the graphics do look like crap..gotta find some better material man...oh well hopefully the next post will come soon. This post was for the fun of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I just looked through my brothers facebook photo's and it makes me feel as weird as looking at my own fotos. really really weird&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7805902267671073241?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7805902267671073241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7805902267671073241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-know-if-i-had-to-find-excuse-as-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1725921412628530411</id><published>2008-06-18T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:19:29.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow this blog is rotting. well army life was never too exciting to begin with. This post is a few days late but bmt life is finally over. The end of the beginning is more than the letter g. Its goodbye to tekong sayonara. Thankfully they couldnt get the admin done in time so we still get our 10 day block leave. of which i've only spent 1 day out actually. friday hopefully will be a succesful mahjong session and saturday...well we;ll just have to see. will keep this blog updated on my posting when i get it...when i get it that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1725921412628530411?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1725921412628530411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1725921412628530411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow-this-blog-is-rotting.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7719276868912387180</id><published>2008-05-25T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T17:49:18.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K got a new phone already so im contactable once again. then again the only messages i get normally are from naim asking about soccer outings. but yeah using an lg phone cos the sony ericsson phone my dad got screen super small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7719276868912387180?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7719276868912387180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7719276868912387180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/05/k-got-new-phone-already-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7393269966981251067</id><published>2008-05-25T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T00:10:46.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Handphone LOST. Messages sent within past week are not received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7393269966981251067?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7393269966981251067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7393269966981251067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/05/handphone-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4090316888673887583</id><published>2008-05-17T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T00:04:54.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wootz finished field camp..next week is supposedly my last ippt and sit test after which theres nothing much to look forward to already and i'll be poping soon..time really flies when ur in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to have dinner at new york new york today. Abby tried really hard to cure my cough but alas tekong cough proved too resilient even for her enthics. Thanks though kakak. After that went to her church with willis to watch transformers(again). Watching really shows how much ironmen sucks. he better have his photon cannon by the 2nd movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4090316888673887583?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4090316888673887583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4090316888673887583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/05/wootz-finished-field-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4560647577141656660</id><published>2008-04-26T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:53:50.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;josh&lt;/span&gt;: everyone who is not in bmt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;eugene&lt;/span&gt;: not for long, not for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jasmine&lt;/span&gt;: got but not in a life and death manner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4560647577141656660?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4560647577141656660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4560647577141656660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/04/josh-everyone-who-is-not-in-bmt-eugene.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2627291219492457768</id><published>2008-04-25T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:44:30.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday is my book out day book out book out sunday is my book in day book in book in day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be blogging only on weekends now and not much at all because theres so much to say yet nothing to say and i don't want to bore the readers(if any) with army stories which they have either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gone throught themselves; or&lt;br /&gt;2. heard enough of from other male friends; or&lt;br /&gt;3. don't get to experience army though he is a guy(you yes you lah if not who?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been an interesting 2 weeks thought..very interesting..and its only going to get "better" My section in bed order has the dude who cant stop eating, the dude who cant stop washing his clothes, the ah beng, the big friendly giant, the ah seng, the oot, the guy who keeps thinking he has lsot weight, they guy who sleeps in q quee nsize bed with me, the hot stuff (u already know him cos im talking about myself), the silent killer, the broke(n) back dude, the leonard(i dunno what else to say) the non virgin and then theres the malay (who goes "silence..i kill you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My platoon has some more noticeable figures such as the dude who can't stop singing(cos no one else knows the damn lyrics so he bo bian), he 2 shinigami's(causing the death of the platoon many tiems but just at the start lah) and  L(macham like in the movie) cos he committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been cut from civilization and it'll last for another 1 year 9 months and 2 weeks. mainland air nv smelled any better. A hot water bath has never felt any better. Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna lead an army's life, i just wanna lead a simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zi lang zi bua gang jeng buai sua&lt;br /&gt;currently i sian ji dua bua..what about u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2627291219492457768?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2627291219492457768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2627291219492457768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-is-my-book-out-day-book-out-book.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7347235123261622651</id><published>2008-04-11T07:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T07:30:42.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>off to serve the nation...i'll be back soon...that all depends on ur concept of soon though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7347235123261622651?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7347235123261622651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7347235123261622651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/04/off-to-serve-nation.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8976767570062189317</id><published>2008-04-07T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:34:19.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i might jus start supporting tampines rovers. they've nv failed me yet..then again thats just 2 times..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8976767570062189317?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8976767570062189317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8976767570062189317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-might-jus-start-supporting.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-479150244249750452</id><published>2008-04-07T10:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:08:21.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished my game yesterday. both stories..which goes to show how short a game it is...and because of that i haven't gone online in ages. Somehow when the online world isn't something out of reach u just aren't drawn to it anymore. Went drinking on friday with pang, loy and black. Pang left earlier sober. The time taken which we needed to sober up in ascnding order was me willis chris. Before we got in the cab willis was sober. i dunno if chris sobered up at all. Willis drank the most but supposedly the larger sized can drink more which will explain y i was okay since i drank the least and im not very small sized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that late night and the many before it has left its many marks upon my "sacred" face. There goes my dream of becoming Mr World. just kidding. Mr World is beneath me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if any of u wants to watch a movie go watch run fatboy run. its really funny. I dunno maybe some of it is guy humour bah so just the guys will find it funny? Oh and get married soon too because as mr Mr. Ghoshdashtidar(fat indian guy in the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R_mOTYf4pQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xiHEgJe3Z8Y/s1600-h/harish.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186332909538682114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R_mOTYf4pQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xiHEgJe3Z8Y/s320/harish.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the hot daughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R_mOeYf4pRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HuXtBJ11WUU/s1600-h/India.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186333098517243154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R_mOeYf4pRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/HuXtBJ11WUU/s200/India.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said"And what i remember most, was all the fucking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which in a few days time im going to be the fatboy running at tekong. Few days of freedom left. Run Jun Yu run or Mr Ghoshdashtidar might run after u with a spatula like he did in the movie. Heck i wouldnt mind if it was the girl running behind me with a parang or even an M16 but sad to say dreams don't come true. And thats not necessarily a bad thing cos recently i had a dream about Lee xxxx Mei vying to be some superstar with 2 cartoon characters which i believe are ami and yumi from the stupid show hihi puffy ami yumi go. So as some would say..lao tian shi chun zai de and by keeping xxx hsin xxx out of such competitions it's doing a mighty fine job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-479150244249750452?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/479150244249750452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/479150244249750452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-finished-my-game-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R_mOTYf4pQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/xiHEgJe3Z8Y/s72-c/harish.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-9026203636577596570</id><published>2008-04-03T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:51:23.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>installing a new game now..not exactly new its jus an old game my brother nv really played. Its an rpg but its in chinese and its fan ti zi somemore. Technically i understand half of what they're saying. the game must be really old cos the game requirements are laughable..its about 1gb in size only. hopefully the com system isn't too advanced for it to work. and its official i flipped my body clock. i sleep in the after noon and wake up late into the night. As remy zero would sing somebody save me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-9026203636577596570?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/9026203636577596570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/9026203636577596570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/04/installing-new-game-now.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8496983523485311424</id><published>2008-03-30T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:01:44.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i slept at 1 yesterdayand woke up at 12.30 today. yupz thats right slept at 1 pm woke up at 12.30 am and i've been awake since. I doubt my body clock can be flipped anymore. Its in the process of resetting cos im starting to feel tired...hopefully i'll go to sleep after the match btw liverpool and everton. Oh and after watchin the man u match yesterday...ronaldo really imba sia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8496983523485311424?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8496983523485311424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8496983523485311424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-slept-at-1-yesterdayand-woke-up-at-12.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1466441617331250546</id><published>2008-03-30T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:01:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>made another attempt at scambled eggs today. This time without all the bacon and onions and what not. I didnt put enough milk last time so i spammed mile this time. IN the end it &lt;s&gt;doesnt even matter&lt;/s&gt; was too much so i had to add 2 more eggs. The texture was alright but the milk taste was abit strong so i have to either change the milk i use or add mroe seasoning in the future. Slightly under 2 weeks before i go in. i'm super bored....arhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1466441617331250546?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1466441617331250546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1466441617331250546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/03/made-another-attempt-at-scambled-eggs.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2463740041125722701</id><published>2008-03-26T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:46:20.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tried making bacon scrambled eggs today it was quite a failure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad points&lt;br /&gt;onions not minced enough&lt;br /&gt;overall a bit on the salty side(probably due to bacon and cheese)&lt;br /&gt;eggs are really scrambled aka not in a piece like the macdonalds kind&lt;br /&gt;Abit too much oil used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good points&lt;br /&gt;Amount and size of bacon is just nice thus giving it enough texture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to note tml&lt;br /&gt;add less onion&lt;br /&gt;don't add salt since bacon and cheese provides them already&lt;br /&gt;put more butter&lt;br /&gt;Use less oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn cooking is harder than it looks&lt;br /&gt;or maybe cos i suck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2463740041125722701?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2463740041125722701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2463740041125722701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/03/tried-making-bacon-scrambled-eggs-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-3962978358894140430</id><published>2008-03-15T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T01:15:31.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changed my blogskin cos i was bored. it was actually purple but justin helped me make it grey using photoshop. Went nus open house today and it was practically like seeing the whole world cos everyone was there. Got some info on the courses but im still greatly undecided between business and engineering..especially with such a bad gp grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well Went to pool at classic with syafiq and zhihan later on. Played much better than last week(i think it was last week) which was a total disaster. Im kinda at at standstill as to how good my pool can get. Angles don't make sense to me since iuse my gut feeling which kinda worked today. I haven't slept earlier than 2 in ages well actually i think the past month or so there was only once i slept before 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im running out of manga to read, anime to watch and games to play. Maybe its time i went back to movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-3962978358894140430?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3962978358894140430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3962978358894140430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/03/changed-my-blogskin-cos-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-4309088091798700303</id><published>2008-03-13T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T19:20:19.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hada weird dream last night..or rather this morning cum afternoon. Involved me shooting some people up like i was in a game. Funny thing is i've had the dream before and i knew what was going to happen so it seemed super easy to me..i got woken up the first time by my handphone ringing but my ringtone was like part of my dream too. I was firing blanks in my dream and could only ward of the people by spamming grenades. My mum called to ask me to close the windows which i said i would but i fell back asleep. Haha had to mop the floor later on because the living room was just a little too wet. So anyway i continued the dream but its like i restarted so i had to purchase weapons out of this dispensing machine(which reall looks like the kind that dispenses water) So i got this crappy hand gun but i thought it would do. Then i go cornered at some staircase of a hdb flat by samuel(ex colleague) I gave up and told him not to shoot me after my gun malfunctioned(again?) or perhaps it was due to my lack of knowledge on how it was to be used. Anyway the dream seems to suggest that its time for me to go into ns man. haha. Shooting a real gun wonder what its like. Poor police man only ever get a revolver...If i lost with a hand gun then well good luck to them huh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-4309088091798700303?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4309088091798700303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/4309088091798700303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/03/hada-weird-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5850210226409837915</id><published>2008-03-10T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:41:50.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gai xiang de bu xiang bu gai xiang de que yi zhi xiang. Gai shui de shi hou bu shui dan bu gai shui de shi hou shi bu chun zai de. Haiz xian zai gai qu zuo wo gai zuo de shi le aka look for a damn course...i've no direction whatsoever...so many things to take into account...The theory shi ni de jiu shi ni de bu shi ni de mian qiang ye mei yong is falling apart...its becoming mei you dong xi shi ni de so go fight for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5850210226409837915?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5850210226409837915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5850210226409837915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/03/gai-xiang-de-bu-xiang-bu-gai-xiang-de.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-324834959312004253</id><published>2008-03-09T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:10:22.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A level results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - A&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - A&lt;br /&gt;Physics - B&lt;br /&gt;Econs - C&lt;br /&gt;General Paper - D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole rather average results...average because there are thousands of people who have acheived better results than that. In this case its really not how many u win but how many won u. NO idea what course to take and no direction at all. Didnt even go any open house..jia lat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-324834959312004253?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/324834959312004253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/324834959312004253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/03/level-results-maths-chemistry-physics-b.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7454839737041456582</id><published>2008-02-22T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:20:57.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my blog is as good as dead. tagboard die liao posts also dieing liao. it happens when i have too much time at home. I need a new game to play but as my brother says the best rpgs are on cd's which im too lazy to go look cos i wouldn't know whats good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man U nv win, 10 million dream up in smoke thankfully tampines won by 2 goals. profit margin 50c. And there still monday's draw to look forward to. Speaking of which i was easily youngest in the 40 minute queue. 3rd youngest if i doubled my age. 1 month plus more of bumming around at home..haiz if only chris and willis not in army...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;: i used it lah..what else do u do with  condom? used it to "decorate" my drawer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7454839737041456582?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7454839737041456582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7454839737041456582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-my-blog-is-as-good-as-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-89296287841560179</id><published>2008-02-15T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:18:34.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>19th valentines day spent single and counting. Happy valentines day to all those attached and happy friendship day to those still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i lost my virginity..twice. i had my first meal at crystal jade and ate a souffle for the first time. what were you thinking hmm??? but on a more serious note........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt intend to go out today but ended up shopping with aircon for her dear's valentines day gift.&lt;br /&gt;Shan't reveal what she got not that he'll actually come here n read. But still lets not spoil the surprise. Surprisingly shopping wasn't tiring for me today even when i only slept 6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around cine and heeren abit before we went to taka crystal jade to eat dinner(like i said my first) . Then some more shopping including some for herself(tsk tsk) and after deliberating over several choices we finally got a *censored* from *censored*. Anyway shopping was the least important part. What was more important was desert which was chocolate souffle with chocolate ice cream. heavenly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if you don't have time for crap don't continue reading =D*&lt;br /&gt;Oh and they even gave a condom to add to my collection. What collection? Well i can always start one cant i. anyone want to contribute? Nono used ones won't be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;Then again better finish my collection of pig organs first. I'm still missing the head cos fann wong gave it to jay chou instead so he could slam dunk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so none of the above is real. cept that i really got a condom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-89296287841560179?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/89296287841560179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/89296287841560179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/02/19th-valentines-day-spent-single-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7234328842069719921</id><published>2008-02-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:05:17.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to watch chang jiang 7 hao with abby today. Being a stephen chow movie its needless to say its meant to be a comedic one and it was. Nowhere close to shaolin soccer or kungfu but still funny enough. there was more of a emotional side to it too. The little alien thingy was cute but it appears to be nothing more than a toy for the aliens. What was most amazing though was how somebody can be scared of a movie thats supposed to make u laugh. The world never fails to amaze in so many ways. For example i managed to teach abby how to solved the rubicks cube. the last layer at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles do exist its just whether u believe in it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;: confirm plus chop its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;josh&lt;/span&gt;: happy new year.ang bao leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;willis&lt;/span&gt;: yaay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;jay&lt;/span&gt;: show off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7234328842069719921?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7234328842069719921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7234328842069719921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/02/went-to-watch-chang-jiang-7-hao-with.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1883316824090439706</id><published>2008-02-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:42:17.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;: yes it can open..used it twice liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jay&lt;/span&gt;: yah thanks fully got guy nice enough donate eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;jac&lt;/span&gt;: i update when i can =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;willis&lt;/span&gt;: what u miss living ur not dead know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;: nope yckss..far up in the north&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1883316824090439706?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1883316824090439706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1883316824090439706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-yes-it-can-open.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8812130791721721979</id><published>2008-01-30T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T15:08:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What was revealed was more than i what i should have. Perhaps somethings should have followed me to my death. Guess i just need to be more firm bahz. I can only say sorry to the other party. As mr chia would put it. SHAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i just foun out edward scissorshands is johnny depp. uhhuh and so? nothing just interesting to realise i watched his movies long before wo dong shi. And heres some pictures desribing my job n what u become after staying too long in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R6CKOnvALEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IH6TceLq5I0/s1600-h/My+Job+Sucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161277156755516482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R6CKOnvALEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IH6TceLq5I0/s320/My+Job+Sucks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R6CKBHvALDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zi8hlLrOxc0/s1600-h/African+King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161276924827282482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R6CKBHvALDI/AAAAAAAAAV8/zi8hlLrOxc0/s320/African+King.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8812130791721721979?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8812130791721721979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8812130791721721979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-was-revealed-was-more-than-i-what.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4i5psGZ71w/R6CKOnvALEI/AAAAAAAAAWE/IH6TceLq5I0/s72-c/My+Job+Sucks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1495369091444664332</id><published>2008-01-29T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:46:02.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah serious deja vu today man its going to make me start a dream journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sotry starts like this. my com goes bonkers. my mum thinks its virus and buys some norton thing off the net with my stupid little brothers aid. Yeah thankfully they have yet to download it due to server problem or something. and then they don't try till i get home. I reach home to hear about the problem. i get pissed for them buying that damn thing b4 consulting me. i hypothesise the that it a power suply problem so i rewired the power plugs and all. No problem so i went online and asked for a refund. After a lengthy discussion with the customer service officer i get my refund. Then i remember having dreamed about getting a refund off the net and telling friends how ridiculous it was because my mum never buys things off the net. then i turn to her n say deja vu and she says"ta sheng qi arh?"(she doesnt know what it means but experiences it occasionally too) which is deja vu no. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of you actually remember me telling you a dream like that must tell me k...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1495369091444664332?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1495369091444664332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1495369091444664332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/wah-serious-deja-vu-today-man-its-going.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-2290442020611667066</id><published>2008-01-28T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:09:27.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhlhsB0VkkA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhlhsB0VkkA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl is pretty but slow in her reaction speed. Guy should have just taken care of her and idiotic girl should have taken care of him. but sitll she's pretty can't blame her. yah lah im superficial its only a video right..tsk =D song isn't that great though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;: can open but got minor problems lah..no biggy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-2290442020611667066?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2290442020611667066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/2290442020611667066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/girl-is-pretty-but-slow-in-her-reaction.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-360655353603056578</id><published>2008-01-22T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:13:47.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every end is but a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-death-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-360655353603056578?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/360655353603056578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/360655353603056578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/every-end-is-but-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-7983386609035761901</id><published>2008-01-20T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T02:10:03.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been awhile since i blogged. its been awhile since i blogged and started with "been awhile since i blogged". its also been while since i last watched a movie at the theartres(and not online) and with my favurite group of people. Sad how some people have to stay in camp and aren't allowed to come out n thus unable to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched american gangster..supposedly based on a true story.A black man whos mentor dies at the start of the movie becomes the biggest drug lord in the us. And he's black. talk about the next black revolutionary after marthin luther king but for greatly differing reasons. highly recommended and as sanjay says you pay for a 2 and half hour long movie. Given that it wasn't draggy it makes it all the more worthwhile ot watch it. online or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;boss&lt;/span&gt;: its so long ago i don't even rmb it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;: it it weren't available online i would borrow the tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;becky&lt;/span&gt;: its a stephen chow movie mah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;khyrul&lt;/span&gt;: yupz he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;naim&lt;/span&gt;: from what i hear yes he still does&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-7983386609035761901?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7983386609035761901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/7983386609035761901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/been-awhile-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6020622366883914561</id><published>2008-01-15T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:41:48.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i just found out that my bro's history teacher is mr kanandayan squat thirunavukarasu. and he's the history rep. hahaha still can't top laughing man. i've taught him how to defend himself against thiru when need be already. *sir i support the indian cricket team* so on and so forth..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6020622366883914561?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6020622366883914561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6020622366883914561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-i-just-found-out-that-my-bros.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1560616308980634670</id><published>2008-01-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T23:37:52.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;abby&lt;/span&gt;: of cos lah..everyone loves me what..yeah right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;charlene&lt;/span&gt;: eheh don't scare of my potential suitors arh..omg im bhb alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt;: no its a martian from space...you're trying to make me fail in my resolutiong right..i won't fall for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a friend of my brother's today..no i am not a paedophile in case u were thinking. rather..interesting talk..can't reveal moe or he'll kill me =D but i think you people know lah hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid video chinese and canto version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFzdJy9fOfA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NFzdJy9fOfA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSxsGddQeXo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kSxsGddQeXo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1560616308980634670?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1560616308980634670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1560616308980634670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/abby-of-cos-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6544137701387218155</id><published>2008-01-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:22:28.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few days into my job..sales still doing okay. mood couldnt be any better. it feels like a level up in a game but more realistic. i think theres but 1 more level before my level is maxed out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angela&lt;/span&gt;: thanks gal =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;charlene&lt;/span&gt;: thats cos its the j2 break. i arget j1's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6544137701387218155?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6544137701387218155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6544137701387218155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/few-days-into-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-1267420650083273049</id><published>2008-01-02T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:57:45.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我的头出现了一个小裂痕. 不知几时才可以真正的开窍.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-1267420650083273049?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1267420650083273049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/1267420650083273049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/wo-tou-you-le-yi-ge-xiao-feng.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6919498787377498411</id><published>2008-01-02T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:26:28.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tag replies first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;josh&lt;/span&gt;: =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;aircon&lt;/span&gt;: and a happy new year to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;willis&lt;/span&gt;:i remember u always.a man with 2 legs not easy to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;charlene&lt;/span&gt;: with the amount of time i spent on the com. im as good as brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ching ying&lt;/span&gt;: happy new year to you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my first ever new year resolution. never had any before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I shall make the world a better place to live in by not suaning girls as much(don't laugh leh). I shant say stop at all cos its an absolute. Only siths deal with absolutes. At the same time cos it would leave me wide open for attack =D. Maybe next year it'll be never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Refrain from using the word weird. As mr nathan puts "it's not weird, it's different"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6919498787377498411?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6919498787377498411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6919498787377498411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/tag-replies-first.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-9081131386549479651</id><published>2008-01-01T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:18:32.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOoj14PEwjQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tOoj14PEwjQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met quan yi feng and kym ng at golden mile food centre yesterday. Poor stars...no matter where they go they have to put make up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats 1 song from alvin and the chipmunks. super cute. especially when they were singing it during the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-9081131386549479651?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/9081131386549479651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/9081131386549479651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2008/01/met-quan-yi-feng-and-kym-ng-at-golden.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-6357689923116989715</id><published>2007-12-31T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:38:02.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched alvin and the chipmunks(finished at 3am). the chipmunks are supercute...especially theodore. " can i sleep with you tonight? i had a nightmare" too bad chipmunks cant talk in real life. i daresay a conversation with one would be interesting, even if he's as blur as dale. i found out recently(but just remembered) that my mum wouldnt mind a dog actually. if it didnt cost as much and if we knew how take care of ourselves haha. oh well. too bad. a few more years then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work today. sai kang job lah actually. carry abit of stuff, sort out brochures what not. Got to know the sales team better. they're all rather nice people. It didnt take long for the guys to start talking about *cough*. And dear siau ling really missed some important lessons on sexual education. wei long help us can. there isn't always a jasmine around who's willing to explain to her what things meant. arh well not long before 2008 comes. 2008, the year i go in ns the year EURO IS ON TV!!! heh. oh well off to watch my series. Who ever said the unbeatables were unbeatable lied.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-6357689923116989715?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6357689923116989715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/6357689923116989715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2007/12/watched-alvin-and-chipmunksfinished-at.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-3386411445395184742</id><published>2007-12-25T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T20:13:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven been blogging much nowadays cos i haven been coming online much. borrowed ps2 from chris cos he's overseas and some games from weijie so my time has been spent offline either playing fifa street(which i completed), burnout 3(which i'm still far from finishing) or watching my bro play kingdom hearts 2(which he finished as well). Came online to send siau ling an email. The next three days i'll be off for training for my job at tiong bahru. wah lao super far sia. must reach by 9. that means i'll have to start sleeping early and worse waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping eating and bathing has become somewhat to me more like chores than anything. they're like things that serve no real purpose but take up my time. then again i only stick myself onto the ps2. When i try to sleep i feel energetic enought o stay awake. when i try to read i feel tired enough to sleep. dumb right. i think i'll go watch my shuang tian zhi zun 2 today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting a line from their theme song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang shi jie wu jie wo de shi hou, wo zhong shi chen mo, chen mo dui wo lai shuo qi shi shi yi zhong fan bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it applies to me lah. god knows i cant remain chen mo for nuts. I just think that line is quite meaningful thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charlene&lt;/span&gt;: higher chance of lung cancer aka being near any malay cos just about all of them smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;josh&lt;/span&gt;: its the feeling of wanting to do it rather than have something to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;timo&lt;/span&gt;. i couldnt agree more on handosme but bodoh? u got the correct tagboard not haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;redporridge&lt;/span&gt;: tell me baout it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;: Haha i show u then show the world leh. eh ur special can(that was an unintended pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jay&lt;/span&gt;: merry christmas to you too dude =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;charlene&lt;/span&gt;: sheng dan jie kuai le!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-3386411445395184742?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3386411445395184742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/3386411445395184742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2007/12/haven-been-blogging-much-nowadays-cos-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-8603695715796384716</id><published>2007-12-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:01:39.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dun really know what to blog actually...i'm in the sian sian kind of mood during the hols liao. And there aint much to do online anymore. Time to start a new series to pass the time when theres no one to talk to online. waiting for alvin and the chipmunks to come out online so i can watch it there. And my mum told me she kena scolded by dad for allowing me to buy the blazer..poor mum. But then im spending my own money so no complains yeah. once in a lifetime leh. he can be grumpy of the seven dwarves man(i think theres a grumpy right). If i were a drawf i'd be sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charlene&lt;/span&gt;: i know if u were given a choice u would choose otherwise..but think of the repurcusions..u have higher chance of getitng lung cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mich&lt;/span&gt;:gei wo yi bei jiu rang wo yong yong qi....*sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;: boohoo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Willis&lt;/span&gt;: sometimes ur tag really makes me lost...so erm the appropriate response would be huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Chun Cheung&lt;/span&gt;: nothing to it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;: watch the rest of his videos =) i keeeel you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marcus&lt;/span&gt;: and i'll say what i've said before go get a blog lah...then i got one more to visit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-8603695715796384716?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8603695715796384716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/8603695715796384716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2007/12/dun-really-know-what-to-blog-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6528002.post-5420012943331964890</id><published>2007-12-14T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:56:01.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Editted the photo of my house using paint..its of better quality now...yah thats right i too much time to waste =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6528002-5420012943331964890?l=zepheriol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5420012943331964890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6528002/posts/default/5420012943331964890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zepheriol.blogspot.com/2007/12/editted-photo-of-my-house-using-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>zepheriol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03570547648227898331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
