<?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-9182415571824404325</id><updated>2011-08-03T01:12:18.049+08:00</updated><category term='McSpicies'/><category term='Jerseys'/><category term='Edited 3D 06 to 3D 07. My stupid mistake.. My bad.'/><category term='GunZ'/><title type='text'>That's the bottomline.</title><subtitle type='html'>I rant, reminisce and learn.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>653</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3594262770925522415</id><published>2010-06-17T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:20:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna quit blogging for now, now that life has gotten better for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also because I don't feel the need to blog anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3594262770925522415?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3594262770925522415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/06/quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3594262770925522415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3594262770925522415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/06/quit.html' title='Quit.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4811759179791820507</id><published>2010-06-07T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:21:14.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice.</title><content type='html'>Blog will be down until my Internet gets fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4811759179791820507?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4811759179791820507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/06/notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4811759179791820507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4811759179791820507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/06/notice.html' title='Notice.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2293037669344792608</id><published>2010-05-24T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:46:32.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh. Really sigh.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a warm day once again, but the start of new school week and a new morning was awesome though. Joked with some friends and also revising for the MCQ test today. I continued my assignment to create a game character, an interactive object and a terrain object. I started off very well, by creating a character that I made up during the weekend and unfortunately I do not have Adobe Illustrator so I couldn't do it as homework. I named the character Itsumo Heiwa, which means "Peace. Forever." in Japanese. Unfortunately again, I forgotten to save the work and instead saved it as a .jpg file instead. I couldn't continue from there on and there's no recovery system somehow.. If you have a Facebook, go to my profile and look at the picture I drew. It was a very good start but due to my clumsiness, I have to re-do all over again. But I'll look on the bright side, I have an idea now! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S_pzII0QowI/AAAAAAAABeU/zlzt2d_AadE/s1600/School_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S_pzII0QowI/AAAAAAAABeU/zlzt2d_AadE/s400/School_4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474814880665084674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete work of Itsumo Heiwa. Sigh. For those without Facebook..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was supposed to wield a dual blade, I gave it a weird name though, called "The Twin Jennifers". Might improve on it.. As you noticed, he lost his left arm. I'm still thinking of a backstory to cover it.. More to come when I'm able to trace him back from scratch.. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I learned to make a Platform game (Mario, Sonic etc) and was successful at first try. I felt really good though, but the thing that sums up the whole day was not being able to save the design for Itsumo Heiwa. Sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to draw him again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2293037669344792608?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2293037669344792608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh-really-sigh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2293037669344792608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2293037669344792608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/sigh-really-sigh.html' title='Sigh. Really sigh.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S_pzII0QowI/AAAAAAAABeU/zlzt2d_AadE/s72-c/School_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8253196818155036251</id><published>2010-05-22T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:27:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook fixed the spam pages, by shortening them instead. It's better than nothing. Finally there's a bright side to look at now. Time to enjoy the weekend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GR8jOJZERhs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GR8jOJZERhs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8253196818155036251?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8253196818155036251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/enjoy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8253196818155036251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8253196818155036251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5781019992524673274</id><published>2010-05-21T14:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:19:17.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Hi there. Weekend is here again!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, if you haven't see this insanity in Facebook already, do so now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S_YrexbIx2I/AAAAAAAABeE/b3RJ74olKdY/s1600/Stupid+Idiots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S_YrexbIx2I/AAAAAAAABeE/b3RJ74olKdY/s400/Stupid+Idiots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473610204778645346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S_YrnF7JawI/AAAAAAAABeM/YRPPcfIgf7I/s1600/Stupid+Shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S_YrnF7JawI/AAAAAAAABeM/YRPPcfIgf7I/s400/Stupid+Shit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473610347720567554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those "friends" of mine who actually LIKED this "I'm Awesome x 32000" are really something.. About 5 of my friends liked this and my Facebook news page is completely fucked, as you can see from the first picture. I know this kind of page will be removed by the Facebook officials, but knowing that some of my friends have a screw loose somewhere really irks me. I hid the stupid post anyway, but some people probably would scroll down like 1 fucking zillion times to see status updates. Seriously, what made them decide to LIKE this? For free movies? Use Torrents for fuck's sake. Zzz. People might flame me for this. It's just really annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this wasn't the only annoying event for today. The new elevator construction, just outside my doorstep is driving me fucking nuts. The jackhammer noises is just plain insanity. Thank goodness it's only for a few weeks, otherwise I'll go insane. Instant headaches anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna indulge myself in some horror games.. To rid of my headaches.. Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5781019992524673274?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5781019992524673274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend_21.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5781019992524673274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5781019992524673274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend_21.html' title='Weekend.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S_YrexbIx2I/AAAAAAAABeE/b3RJ74olKdY/s72-c/Stupid+Idiots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4191145215982631602</id><published>2010-05-20T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:00:09.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh damn. Oh damn. The dreaded NAPFA test, hated by many!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was just the 4 stations. I passed all of it, for only a potential bronze. I WANT TO GET A DAMN SILVER. I'm definitely training for next year's NAPFA, since I'll be in ITE for 2 years only. The 42 km shirt and the Silver/Gold shirt as well! The S&amp;amp;W teachers certainly saved the "best" for last.. The killer, Pull-ups and 2.4km run. Man, I have no idea how I'm gonna pass the pull-up station.. And I'll do my best for 2.4km run. SIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..and there wasn't much learning today. My lecturer had to go off early for some Naval Base something. I don't know. There was nothing much today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home to play some Modern Warfare 2 with friends. For once, I actually played with friends. The feeling is different, but it's awesome! For 2 years, I've been playing on my own since almost none of my older friends play games.. Gotta enjoy it while it lasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Crashing soon. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4191145215982631602?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4191145215982631602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/napfa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4191145215982631602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4191145215982631602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/napfa.html' title='NAPFA.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-6194586111674765316</id><published>2010-05-19T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:02:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The short post. Again.</title><content type='html'>I don't know why..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUT I LOVED TODAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kick me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrestle me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strangle me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read about a terrorist watchout in Orchard Road from a friend's blog. Man these lifeless terrorists, who only know how to kill. They're probably brainwashed from young and made to thought that killing is part of their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe.. You offend people, and you'll get twice as much payback. Karma is everywhere, sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know man. If I were to die one day, I would die a sad man because I haven't gotten a girlfriend yet. Then again, I probably could meet my ex in heaven too. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live life to the fullest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-6194586111674765316?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/6194586111674765316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/short-post-again.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6194586111674765316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6194586111674765316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/short-post-again.html' title='The short post. Again.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4894447088809289888</id><published>2010-05-18T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:21:30.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mosquitoes, argh.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever there's rain, mosquitoes must fucking breed, seriously. Damn, mosquitoes are persistent bitches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today. I continued to the foot section of the human body. I think I mastered the foot already! Cool man. I learned to draw the faces of the male/female body and I have pretty much no problems for it. Do look at the photos I took during lessons in Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, something a little personal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why I hate most smokers is because they lack etiquette. You guys know that there's a good and a bad smoker. I try not to judge or stereotype smokers as a bunch of people with needed attitude adjustments, but the majority always overwrites my positive mind. The number 1 etiquette to all smokers is to light a stick away from the non-smokers. It doesn't mean that you have to exaggerate, you can just smoke about 7-8 feet away from a non-smoker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When it's raining and you're waiting for a bus, don't fucking smoke man. The rain is depriving us of oxygen and smelling the gas toxins from a lighted cigarette isn't helping much. Of course, the most stupidest thing a smoker does is lighting a stick while waiting for a bus. Really. The bus arrives, you step on your stick and money wasted. Save your sticks when you NEED a break.. But of course, don't smoke in a toilet (Unless you're damn desperate), like the toilet isn't smelly enough..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stereotypes aren't everything. I believe a smoker CAN BE A GOOD PERSON AS WELL, as long as he maintains the etiquette of a well mannered smoker, he'll still look cool like those action movie stars who never fail to smoke. Reason why I'm saying this is because this morning, some douchebag exhaled his smoke when I'm just standing beside him, really obvious that he wants me to go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to believe that my friends who smoke aren't fucking douchebags like the guy this morning. If you were wondering, I don't smoke, I smoked once but hated it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4894447088809289888?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4894447088809289888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosquitoes-argh.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4894447088809289888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4894447088809289888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/mosquitoes-argh.html' title='Mosquitoes, argh.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-459257623932507980</id><published>2010-05-17T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:34:54.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It rained at the right moment, for once.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't usually update during weekends, so if you were wondering, that's my explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For once, it rained at the right moment. It rained early in the morning, say around 6-7 am? I woke up and was delighted to feel the cool morning breeze with added chills. I don't even miss the warm mornings at all. Not to mention, my handkerchief wasn't drenched with my perspiration. Usually, it gets all drenched before even my lesson starts, that's how warm the morning used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons as usual.. Human Anatomy drawing and more game making. I'll probably release my game someday. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much to type about for today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading this short and pathetic post. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-459257623932507980?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/459257623932507980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-rained-at-right-moment-for-once.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/459257623932507980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/459257623932507980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-rained-at-right-moment-for-once.html' title='It rained at the right moment, for once.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3460935858156287269</id><published>2010-05-14T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:43:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday. The day to rejoice for the weekends. Phew, this week's been really tiring. In conjunction to the e-Gaming competition, there's ANOTHER competition coming up which involves games design. I really need to find serious people to make a team and learn all the modelling skills with commitment and heart. THIS IS SERIOUS BUSINESS! The second year students won the competition and everyone got a new XBOX360 Elite/Arcade as rewards! The e-Gaming competition is also SERIOUS BUSINESS! $600 for everyone! Can party to the max, man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, nothing much really. Gonna keep myself very, very busy these few months and also, in hope of winning that XBOX360 and $600. Can't give myself too much false hope though, but at least, encourage myself haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekends.. Hmm. I probably will be doing nothing again. Exercise? Yeah, maybe. Gonna skip on the rope like crazy and do sit-ups, that way, I can reduce my belly size. Running everyday probably isn't going to help. A visit or two to the gym a week should be sufficient, don't wanna strain my muscles too much.. Schedule set! Woot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading such a lame post, haha. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3460935858156287269?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3460935858156287269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3460935858156287269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3460935858156287269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekend.html' title='Weekend.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-6091689760240995992</id><published>2010-05-12T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:28:25.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for not updating for the past 2 days. No, it's nothing personal. I just didn't have much to update anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, there will be a blood donation drive in my school. Now, I have a dilemma. I have paranoia against needles. I'm not afraid of the needle's pain, but the person handling it. I'll probably decide tomorrow whether to run for my 42km or go for a blood donation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably be participating in an e-Gaming competition organized by Funan IT Mall in a game called Blackshot. Unfortunately, they do not have popular games like Call of Duty and Battlefield. Blackshot is just a suckered down budget version of Counter Strike.. Not to mention, the Singapore gaming community is one of the worst I ever seen. There's DoTA, of course and some other unappealing games. The top prize for Blackshot is $600, split among 5 members. Hopefully, this competition can used for my portfolio for admission to Polytechnic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't fucking wait for WCG! I'll be attending it for sure! If there is one, this year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-6091689760240995992?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/6091689760240995992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-habits-die-hard.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6091689760240995992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6091689760240995992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Fun.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5362629730543344523</id><published>2010-05-09T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:21:05.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was Mother's Day. I did not bought my mum a gift, but just wrote her a note. Oh well.&lt;div&gt;It wasn't my day. Everything was screwed up. I logged into my current MMORPG, Battle of the Immortals, fortified a pet and failed 10 times. I played Call of Duty - Modern Warfare 2 and lost 6 times, to a hacker. I played Battlefield - Bad Company 2 and lost 3 times due to dumb team mates. I played Persona 4 and died after a single hour run at the dungeon, did not save. After all that, I screamed silently. Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a day really.. So I went down in the afternoon and just ran my ass off. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully tomorrow's much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5362629730543344523?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5362629730543344523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/kinda-pissed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5362629730543344523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5362629730543344523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/kinda-pissed.html' title='Kinda pissed.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2388627715187403710</id><published>2010-05-08T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:09:14.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It rained today, but it's still so warm! WHY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's Mother's Day, WHY? I haven't bought my mother a gift yet.. I have no idea what to buy. Maybe I'll walk around in the nearby shopping malls.. Hopefully, something will catch my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading this short post. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2388627715187403710?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2388627715187403710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/hot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2388627715187403710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2388627715187403710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/hot.html' title='Hot.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4602483179490135011</id><published>2010-05-07T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:12:39.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In control.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back from a 30 minute jog around my house. YEP. I'm getting to my regular schedule for slimming down. I need to get at least Silver for my NAPFA test, which is due in 3 weeks. It seems impossible though, still I'll try every means to perform at least 2 pull-ups, or 3? Gonna cut down on fried food from now on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a really warm day.. Everyday is warm.. Not to mention, my theory lesson today was conducted in a non air-conditioned room.. I'm pretty sure the room I used and the room next door are the only non air-conditioned rooms. Theory's pretty boring today. I was mostly staring into blank space and probably lamenting once again. After school, I went with a friend to his personal gym to of course, box my frustrations out. There's a million frustrations in my mind, but I could only take them out little by little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went home to take a bath and rushed to City Square Mall to meet up with some friends for dinner. Nothing much happened though. My friend was right, I really felt like a total stranger just now. Time really changes stuff, fast. I guess I can't increase my self-esteem when my self-esteem is already that low.. How to increase self-esteem.. Hmm. My Chinese sucked so hard, I still find it hard to communicate despite having tried to speak more Chinese. I'm always a little afraid that my Chinese would sound lousy in front of my ITE classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure I have transformed into an emotional person. I'm trying hard to kick the silent habit, and try to be louder.. Man, John, stop dwelling in the past and be hyper! Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4602483179490135011?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4602483179490135011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-control.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4602483179490135011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4602483179490135011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-control.html' title='In control.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2481444574378415430</id><published>2010-05-06T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T17:17:33.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blast from the past.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had Sports and Wellness in the morning. I decided to work out in the gym with a friend, talking about his Muay Thai habits and some of my own. I felt stronger after the workout and slack a little after that.. The early morning was pretty gloomy. Then some game making lessons again. If you were wondering, I was making an arcade game which has an airplane shooting at enemies from a bird's eye perspective. The whole session was pretty fun and hilarious thanks to the partner beside me, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, we had to attend some kind of Youth Olympic Games 100 pledges to support Singapore. The TV crew came, recorded clips of basketball and badminton training. During basketball, a classmate of mine was in it too and the most awesome part was when he was starting to shoot a ball, practically everyone cheered for him! I was happy for him too, although he jerked a little but I'm sure he's pumped, haha. It also made me recall unhappy stuff.. During Secondary school, I was a chairman in Secondary 2. When I was having my investiture, my class just clapped for me. I was staring at my class, smiling regardless. The other classes get the loudest cheers and they certainly looked happy.. Another time was my time as a Scout. I was receiving my Bronze service award as my first award in my whole life. All I get was basically forced cheers from my Scout mates.. My class didn't cheer for me at all.. Till that day onward, I lost my determination to actually earn awards for myself. I'll never forget it. I admit, I was pretty jealous today, but I had been jealous for just about my whole life.. I'm tired of being jealous already. So yeah, I'll just keep silent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also did some kind of YOG dance cheer.. It was pretty cheesy though, but kinda fun. I decided to drop the idea of joining badminton.. Badminton training is on Mondays and Fridays, but I have lessons on Monday. If I want to join something, I want to be fully dedicated, not like this man.. Once again, another chance at joining badminton has been blown. Not to mention, I need to join a competition as part of my portfolio for enrolling in Polytechnic in the future. Sigh. I also decided to drop the idea of purchasing XBOX360 parts, PSP and hoody, I'll just purchase a pair of headphones instead, since I'm low on money already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm going end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2481444574378415430?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2481444574378415430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2481444574378415430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2481444574378415430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/blast-from-past.html' title='A blast from the past.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3227744663126902020</id><published>2010-05-05T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:17:42.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another warm day.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the title suggests, today was ANOTHER warm day. It was showering during the late afternoons, but it doesn't change the temperature in any way! Whenever I'm inside the air-conditioned rooms, I feel so cold, despite being fat. I'm gonna have to purchase a jacket, probably a hoody for fashion purposes.. Otherwise, I'll get a chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much today.. Just some Photoshop lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And when it rains,&lt;br /&gt;Will you always find an escape?&lt;br /&gt;Just running away,&lt;br /&gt;From all of the ones who love you,&lt;br /&gt;From everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3227744663126902020?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3227744663126902020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-another-warm-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3227744663126902020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3227744663126902020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-another-warm-day.html' title='Just another warm day.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2807567611449266563</id><published>2010-05-04T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:05:01.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learnt a lot..</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were several talks conducted in my school today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed to that the people at ITE are really concerned with our future, having like 5 talks on success and anything relevant in 4 weeks. But compared to Secondary school talks, these talks really gave me the urge to work hard. We CAN actually look up to someone as an inspiration. There was a brass ensemble quintet performing for us in between the talks.. It felt really soothing to the ears, something you feel while eating at a posh restaurant, enjoying your food and listening to the wonderful jazz music. Haha, it's been a really long time since I ate at a posh restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a drawing lesson today, on human anatomy. We were supposed to draw human forms using guidelines and whatever. In the past, I drew weapons, monsters and even visual effects, but I can't draw a human right, haha! I'm also seeking help from a friend pretty soon.. I really want to make my own art, purchase a scanner and edit it with Photoshop or whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to do man.. Fix my friend's XBOX360, purchase broadcasting hardware, purchase more of my favorite old games, learn drumming for once, learn Melbourne Shuffle and breakdancing (Yes, I'm dead serious..) and lose as much weight as possible in Fitness club. Apparently, I waited for the Badminton in-charges to inform me of my application status, it's been quite long already.. So maybe, I'll just stick to Fitness club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today! I'm dead tired and I'm gonna crash in soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2807567611449266563?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2807567611449266563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-learnt-lot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2807567611449266563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2807567611449266563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-learnt-lot.html' title='I learnt a lot..'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-6709055919478761558</id><published>2010-05-03T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:27:09.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to type..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S97MxK0NKaI/AAAAAAAABd8/tWbpqRddfBE/s1600/ad-5989972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S97MxK0NKaI/AAAAAAAABd8/tWbpqRddfBE/s400/ad-5989972.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467032142763338146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hawt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a warm day, isn't it? I already felt the heat this morning, all the way till evening. Goodness gracious. It just doesn't rain at the most required moment. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda shocked that hair IS still an issue in ITE MacPherson. I thought I could finally keep long hair, but no, it looks like I still have to wait 2 years or after National Service. Blame myself for not studying hard in Secondary school, then again, I wasn't THAT determined to do well anyway. Still, why is hair always an issue? People WILL eventually keep long hair anyway.. Zzz. I really can't wait for Polytechnic years.. I really want the busy schedules the students have and having my own laptop as well.. Sigh. *greenface*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing new today in school though. If I were to talk about ITE life everyday, you'll be bored as shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored, gonna play some games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-6709055919478761558?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/6709055919478761558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-to-type.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6709055919478761558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6709055919478761558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-to-type.html' title='What to type..'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S97MxK0NKaI/AAAAAAAABd8/tWbpqRddfBE/s72-c/ad-5989972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5392710740818497642</id><published>2010-05-02T21:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:03:11.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I'm sick, would you please give a damn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.. I've been ill for a week. First, I had a soar throat which evolved into dry coughs. Then it evolved into diarrhea and I had liquid stools yesterday. Not to mention, my muscle pain from the previous training really added to the pain. Just yesterday, I was chatting with an old friend of mine, who really needs to find a new meaning to, "show care and concern".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If your friend in MSN chats with you and said that he/she is ill, what would you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get well!", "What illnesses are you having?", "Oh dear, are you alright"? or the rarely used one, "You need me to accompany you to the doctor?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. He said..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dude, I had worser illnesses than what you're having now, suck it up man.".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, being the "good" friend that I am, I just let him have his "drill instructor" way. Seriously man, it's not boot camp, why is he being all cold about it? Asking me to "suck it up man" isn't gonna make me feel any good then it is already. I had like 6 liquid stools yesterday and he asked me to suck it up. Really.. Don't apply this stupid logic about, "I had worser whatever..". It's as good as saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh your fish died? My fish died too. Just suck it up man."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not everyone is the same as you. You can't expect everyone to feel the same way as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'm sick, would you please.. at least, give a damn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A simple, "Get well soon" does wonders, if you have no darn idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5392710740818497642?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5392710740818497642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-im-sick-would-you-please-give-damn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5392710740818497642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5392710740818497642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-im-sick-would-you-please-give-damn.html' title='If I&apos;m sick, would you please give a damn?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5238791023275767309</id><published>2010-05-01T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:47:44.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New month.</title><content type='html'>Hi there..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, if it isn't May. The month before a long holiday, before examinations and of many celebrations. So far, April's been a good month. I loved every moment during school, learned new things and made new friends (Or maybe, new acquaintances), not to mention, more gaming friends. I can see my Steam friends list piling up already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making friends was kinda hard. I had to be the one to initiate conversations and then they will start talking. Of course, those good looking people will get all the good stuff. Maybe being nice wasn't a good plan anyway. People love bad people, those who worship Satan, those who worship the terrorists, I'm exaggerating.. I kept thinking about myself for these past few days. I'm even drifting away from my Polytechnic friends further and further away, and maybe to the point that we'll be total strangers. It's part and parcel of life, I know, but it's kinda hard to get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although life in ITE was great, life at home wasn't any better. I came home everyday, switched on my computer and just play games. It was just lifeless. Sure, I have a passion for gaming but I can't possibly dedicate my life to gaming. I wished, for the past 3 weeks, you know, to have some friends message me about their life in Polytechnic and of course, go out for a lunch or walk. Only then I found out, they have rather busy schedules and really have no time. Haha, how stupid am I? LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my life's gonna stay this way for the next 2 years, and till then, I'll decide whether I'm going to Polytechnic or service National Service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope May's gonna be a good month, although I'm looking forward to the June holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5238791023275767309?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5238791023275767309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-month.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5238791023275767309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5238791023275767309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-month.html' title='New month.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-305802802762137537</id><published>2010-04-29T22:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:09:20.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really had fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was really interesting.. We made a 2D game, named Pong (It's sorta like a tennis game from a bird's eye perspective). It wasn't easy at all, I swear. It's something a person can't make without guidance or knowledge. We took 3 hours just to make a Pong game. But the whole lessons was really fun, be it laughing at someone's funny movements or the lecturer's funny gestures. Haha. Surprisingly, the Pong game was fun. Maybe because it's your own work, so it's kinda like satisfaction I guess.. Probably, in the future, making 3D games will definitely be harder. Still, we had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the month of April is ending, I decided to get a new desktop look! I messed with a little Photoshop and some texts. It also has a new Rainmeter interface. It can be improved further..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S9mSazPSAaI/AAAAAAAABd0/Y9R5XeWJwr4/s1600/Wallpaper8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S9mSazPSAaI/AAAAAAAABd0/Y9R5XeWJwr4/s400/Wallpaper8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465560611919364514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also wanted to make it look like a Macbook, with the cluttered dock. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ugh.. Tomorrow's presentation day, gonna be boring as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-305802802762137537?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/305802802762137537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-had-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/305802802762137537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/305802802762137537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-had-fun.html' title='I really had fun.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S9mSazPSAaI/AAAAAAAABd0/Y9R5XeWJwr4/s72-c/Wallpaper8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4827864573656248877</id><published>2010-04-27T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:12:37.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First careless mistake of the year.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had more Photoshop lessons today.. Today, it's about making cars look older. It's pretty simple, but I really wanted to go in depth.. Too bad, I do not have Photoshop at home. I downloaded CS4 from a torrent website recently, but it's really annoying. It asks for your serial key every time you open Photoshop. Maybe it wasn't properly cracked.. Purchasing Photoshop is definitely out of the question, it costs a whooping $600~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I committed my first mistake of the year. I forgot to remove my thumb drive from the computer I used during Photoshop class. If nobody stole it today or tomorrow, I'd be lucky. Anyway, there isn't much important documents in it, just a few horror videos and a death "note" Readme file in it to whoever reads it. It was for fun, and it'd probably scare the crap out of whoever stole it, HAHA. I was planning to purchase a thumb drive anyway, since this thumb drive I used was a few years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there's two kinds of Photoshop lessons, one on Practical and one on Theory. I had Photoshop theory lessons for 4 hours straight. It was tiring. The class watched two movies and supposedly, we were to analyse how producers created the movie. Well, for one, it's mostly common sense. I watched Wall-E and some giant robot and a kid movie, can't remember the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4827864573656248877?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4827864573656248877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-careless-mistake-of-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4827864573656248877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4827864573656248877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-careless-mistake-of-year.html' title='First careless mistake of the year.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-776929420739374575</id><published>2010-04-26T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:46:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The daily life.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got a new look, beard and mustache clean shaved and the natural spiked hair, meaning I don't have to blow my hair, messing up my hair with hair wax and doing it wrong. I went to school today and learned more about Photoshop again. I'm downloading a pirated version of Photoshop CS4 and gonna train myself at home as well. I got Zul's guaranteed help in hand drawing hopefully and I WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE MY OWN ART! Sweeeeet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of having lessons after lunch, I had two consecutive talks. One on Stress Management and another on Perseverance. I was wondering whether Polytechnic students have these kind of talks, because it felt very Secondary-ish. One thing ironic about today was that I'm supposed to have lessons till 5.30pm but when both talks ended, I was allowed to go home already. By then, it was around 3.30pm. I was also supposed to meet a friend at 6pm. Initially, I planned today to be smooth-sailing, after lessons - head to Orchard ION - then chat a little - then return home, and turns out to be wasting more transport fare than usual. What's so ironic? I was the only person who was unhappy about the early dismissal. What a bad coincidence.. Of course, if early dismissal happened on other days, I would be elated like hell..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Roses are red,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Violets are black,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why is your chest as flat as your back?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-776929420739374575?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/776929420739374575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/daily-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/776929420739374575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/776929420739374575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/daily-life.html' title='The daily life.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4605095679051119011</id><published>2010-04-24T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:30:51.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untidy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S9Jlp3i1K_I/AAAAAAAABds/0Qye_wGq6Dw/s1600/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S9Jlp3i1K_I/AAAAAAAABds/0Qye_wGq6Dw/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463541067912915954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need a new cabinet.. for gaming, don't you think?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4605095679051119011?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4605095679051119011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/untidy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4605095679051119011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4605095679051119011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/untidy.html' title='Untidy.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S9Jlp3i1K_I/AAAAAAAABds/0Qye_wGq6Dw/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8151946974373327698</id><published>2010-04-22T17:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:06:07.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain moar.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright.. I had a tiring day at school. First off, I had my first Sports &amp;amp; Wellness lesson, which is equivalent to Physical Education (PE) anyway. It seemed to me that there is no Trim &amp;amp; Fit (TAF) club currently.. Maybe in the future I suppose? I filled in my application for joining the Fitness club and signed up for an objective to finish 42km in 6 months, to earn that awesome T-shirt. Wow.. 42km in 6 months sounds easy, but it's kinda hard right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my first group work and it was pretty smooth.. I don't know all of my group members but they all worked willingly and that's most important right? We passed the submission time, but we still continued without panicking. The girl in my group voluntarily asked to be a presenter. In the past, the presenter's role is thrown around and people rejecting it every time. I'm really surprised.. We managed to finish about 80% of the work, and decided to resume tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that some girls in my class go for good looking men. That pretty much sums up my ITE life already. And one question.. For example, I'm 19 years old now. Can I still continue to advance into Polytechnic after I graduated from ITE, as long as I'm pursuing full-time studies and I can defer my National Service enrollment for as long as I like? I need answers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8151946974373327698?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8151946974373327698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain-moar.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8151946974373327698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8151946974373327698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain-moar.html' title='Rain moar.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-9149874718713649428</id><published>2010-04-21T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:46:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really tired. Dead tired.</title><content type='html'>Hi there..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'll not be able to update tonight because I'm dead tired. During this morning, whoever took the North East Line MRT should know. There was a technical fault and the commuters were not informed early. I stood all morning, tired and waited for 30 minutes. Then, I decided to hail for a taxi but it was filled with people hailing for one too.. So I took a short 5 minutes walk further from the station and finally got into one.. What a terrible day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be sleeping now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-9149874718713649428?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/9149874718713649428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/really-tired-dead-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/9149874718713649428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/9149874718713649428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/really-tired-dead-tired.html' title='Really tired. Dead tired.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-6490101555297423029</id><published>2010-04-20T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:41:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lectures..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. It's a pretty warm day, isn't it? My lecture today was filled with watching different animated films and then the lecturer goes in-depth with every film. I have to admit, the lecturer's either from China or Japan, his English is just horrible, but I have to add props to his hardwork and stress easily seen by his perspired shirt. I went home with a new friend, who only stays one stop away from me and we talked pretty much about dirty stuff. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to a friend just now regarding his plan to initiate a relationship. Certain times, it made me reminisce some of my good memories which are long gone. I didn't have anyone to talk about it, but at least some tried to cheer me up. Just remember.. Love have no boundaries. A man without confidence is as good as nothing. Once you catch her, cling onto her and never let her go [Of course give some privacy lah, LMAO]. What an interesting night I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I'm done tonight and I'm gonna head to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-6490101555297423029?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/6490101555297423029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/lectures.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6490101555297423029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6490101555297423029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/lectures.html' title='Lectures..'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8278238739397151451</id><published>2010-04-19T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:54:01.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It had to happen at the wrong time..</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for not updating during the weekend. Well, because there was nothing to blog about! There was.. Actually.. But I posted it on my gaming blog. I received an broken XBOX360 from a friend and that if I fix it, I would be able to use it for quite a while. Check out my gaming blog at &lt;a href="http://www.gamingwhileraining.blogspot.com"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Circle Line was released last Saturday and it's my first time using it today. I have to say, I'm loving it. It's so convenient! I took less than an hour to reach home, compared to the hour and a half previously. Those who are heading into Dhoby Ghaut at the late morning, say around 8am+.. Beware, the train will be packed almost forever. My friend missed 7 trains in the morning, because nobody wanted to ride on the Circle Line. Probably because they're scared something bad might happen I presume.. So far, no accidents, the Circle Line stations looks way awesome than the others. So far, so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at school, I learned about Photoshop again. This time, it was about using the Clone Stamp Tool, which I used before during Secondary 2 art lessons. I took the time to recap everything about it and managed to do a decent job of renewing an old photograph. Next, I had to do a game review of a game that I liked. It was tough but I chose Metal Gear Solid 2 - Sons of Liberty, since I finished the game already. After that, had to do some research on XBOX360. Thank goodness for my friend's XBOX360.. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8278238739397151451?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8278238739397151451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-had-to-happen-at-wrong-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8278238739397151451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8278238739397151451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-had-to-happen-at-wrong-time.html' title='It had to happen at the wrong time..'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3545539208506107227</id><published>2010-04-16T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:18:00.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshop is seriously tough.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was short, and I had four periods of Games Design Principles.. Wow, you must be like, "What the fuck is that?". If you're a gamer, you should know stuff like gameplay, audio, storyline and stuff like that. It's like that, and much more in-depth. I noticed that my lecturer loves talking about his life.. Sometimes it's funny, and sometimes it's not. Not to mention, I made another friend today and he's just way awesome. Nothing rocks better than sharing the same mind and hobbies. I'm gonna try out Reallife@ITE, which allows me to take a job and also get salary for it. Hopefully it sticks to my busy schedule, which includes heavy Photoshop training, Badminton training and of course, honing my drawing skills.. My current skills are so D&amp;amp;T..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photoshop is seriously tough to master.. I have a huge ass pile of notes to refer. Still, wouldn't it be better if I had Photoshop at my own computer? Anyone has a spare copy or is willing to loan me the Photoshop disc for 2 years? (Haha!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm done for today. I wanted to sleep.. But I decided to play some games first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3545539208506107227?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3545539208506107227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/photoshop-is-seriously-tough.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3545539208506107227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3545539208506107227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/photoshop-is-seriously-tough.html' title='Photoshop is seriously tough.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8641103812188314934</id><published>2010-04-15T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:55:02.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final day of orientation.</title><content type='html'>Hai thur.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. So today was my final day of orientation. We had a talk in MPH (Multi-Purpose Hall, or just Hall in short) about the various CCAs offered in College Central. Since ITE MacPherson is the main hub for College Central, the other Central Campus had to visit our school for CCA orientation. Pretty cool though, made me feel proud about MacPherson. I wanted to wait for Mun Tat to arrive, who's currently in ITE Tampines, but he took too darn long. After I picked my CCA, I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked badminton. What do you expect? Haha. At least, I'll prolly lose some weight before I enter NS after my graduation. I'm kinda liking my badminton mates already, haha. Everything just seems too good to be true. Or probably I haven't had good things happening to my life in the past. Now, I have to save money for badminton rackets.. Ugh. My 6 years old racket is too rusty and the handle felt damp and moldy. Tomorrow, a cousin of mine is offering me a freelance at some business stuff of some sort. Good money earning opportunity I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's been pretty good lately.. But I'm pretty sure the good things will end anyway. Hmmm.. Fuck you, pessimism! Life's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8641103812188314934?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8641103812188314934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/final-day-of-orientation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8641103812188314934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8641103812188314934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/final-day-of-orientation.html' title='Final day of orientation.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-9199524359184374623</id><published>2010-04-14T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:26:08.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>666th post.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my 666th post. What does 666 mean? Google it, you dimwits. Hoho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had afternoon school today and it was just awesome. I made 7 new friends in a row. Some of them are RTS lovers, some love multiplayer FPS and some MMORPGs crazies. I learned basic Photoshop skills and theory on Gaming Art Styles. Wow, the last time I used a Photoshop application was when Photoshop was still a baby. Now it's like Adobe Photoshop CS3 Extended. Wow damn. What a long name.. The lecturer then showed us a video of XBOX360's Project Natal. You know, the stuff that lets you game without a controller? It just looks weird.. I'll be driving a car without a handle, mowing a field which looks as if I'm shoving someone's ass. All in all, it's just weird..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll never gonna believe what happened in the MRT while heading home. I was surrounded by 6 hot ladies, some office ladies and some schoolgirls. Holy cow man. There's this schoolgirl who fell towards me because the train moved way too fast and hit me so hard, using me as a shield. Oh my goodness. That moment, seriously, I literally froze. She thanked me and then smiled at me. You know, I WAS TRYING SO DAMN HARD NOT TO SCREAM IN UTMOST JOY. Luckily she got off, but fuck, how I wish we got off the same station, I would've asked her for the number. But I'd prolly be too nervous.. UGHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. I'm done for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-9199524359184374623?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/9199524359184374623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/666th-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/9199524359184374623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/9199524359184374623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/666th-post.html' title='666th post.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2216019186909622734</id><published>2010-04-13T20:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:35:25.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interestingly short day.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an interesting, short day in school today. There was a talk, explaining the role of the student council in the school, a talk on self-esteem and after that, my class advisor went through some scholarships and awards requirements. I definitely do not want to join the student council because I'll be in ITE for only 2 years. This council might probably be for those who are studying in ITE for at least 4 years (Nitec + Higher Nitec). What pretty much summed up the day, being "interesting" was the self-esteem talk by the school's own student councilor in-charge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really loved how we can relax freely in the auditorium unlike in Secondary school.. Most probably because we're being treated as adults already. Surprisingly, it was really quiet! The April 2010 intake gave the talker their fullest attention and clapped whenever necessary. I was really amazed, never expected it. Putting that aside, the talk itself was very well executed. I'm pretty sure I lacked self-esteem which reminded me of Secondary school.. During O levels, there wasn't much positivity. Most of the people were saying how they'll fail this and that.. Spreading the disease around like some epidemic. I just realized that I had the word, "FAIL" in my mind constantly and eventually, became paranoid. I was also told that I should forget the past and forgive. Personally, I will forget whatever happened, but if the person didn't change, I will not forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a new inspiration. Abraham Lincoln, thanks to the talk. He failed numerous times, but he never gave up. Hopefully the inspiration will get me through ITE, then NS, then Polytechnic and finally, overseas universities (Cus Singapore is only a gaming distributor, not a gaming hub). This list shows his failures and successes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1831 - Lost his job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1832 - Defeated in run for Illinois State Legislature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1833 - Failed in business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1834 - Elected to Illinois State Legislature (&lt;b&gt;success&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1835 - Sweetheart died&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1836 - Had nervous breakdown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1838 - Defeated in run for Illinois House Speaker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1843 - Defeated in run for nomination for U.S. Congress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1846 - Elected to Congress (&lt;b&gt;success&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1848 - Lost re-nomination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1849 - Rejected for land officer position&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1854 - Defeated in run for U.S. Senate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1856 - Defeated in run for nomination for Vice President&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1858 - Again defeated in run for U.S. Senate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1860 - Elected President (&lt;b&gt;success&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Source taken from &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.school-for-champions.com/history/lincoln_failures.htm"&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://www.school-for-champions.com/history/lincoln_failures.htm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimately, I became more confident. I made some interactions with my classmates. The fact we shared the same mind, makes it so much easier. I'm.. kinda liking this ITE life, HONESTLY. Haha. Not to mention, my school starts at 2pm tomorrow. Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The best way to deal with a bully is just to walk away. Do NOT feed the troll" - Yours truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2216019186909622734?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2216019186909622734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/interestingly-short-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2216019186909622734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2216019186909622734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/interestingly-short-day.html' title='Interestingly short day.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3420237388132484007</id><published>2010-04-12T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:52:11.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worst has yet to come.. Maybe?</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had the first orientation day at school. You know, the usual stuff, icebreakers, mini-games, to build teamwork. Also, it was awesome that the computer lab is my classroom! There's a games testing room where there are tons of XBOX360s and big ass desktop monitor. Very awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My class is probably the most quiet amongst all. There isn't those group of youngsters who always find the need to yell out of the blue. Of course, I was expecting a sudden yell from anyone.. It did happened anyway, not surprising at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention, it was pretty warm day. In the morning, already I'm perspiring all over. In the afternoon, it was WORSE! I went home, with my Polo-T all drenched. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My orientation lasts for 3 days.. After that, it's down to business!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3420237388132484007?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3420237388132484007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/worst-has-yet-to-come-maybe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3420237388132484007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3420237388132484007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/worst-has-yet-to-come-maybe.html' title='The worst has yet to come.. Maybe?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2870241156750352844</id><published>2010-04-11T18:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:47:14.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, beloved holidays.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah. It's the last day of my holidays. I'll be officially starting school tomorrow, without a uniform.. Just great. I wonder what are people gonna think when they see me in school, not wearing the ITE uniform. Oh well. Bad start I guess. So back to today, I did all the stuff I loved doing, be it playing games, modifying games and of course, once again, pimping up my desktop. Here's the result..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S8GgNMJmNJI/AAAAAAAABc8/L_IoG0oGe9Y/s1600/Wallpaper7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S8GgNMJmNJI/AAAAAAAABc8/L_IoG0oGe9Y/s400/Wallpaper7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458820371809973394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olivia Wilde + Rainmeter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you go all, "Woah John, you dig that?", like of course I dig that, I would dig that anytime. There's nothing wrong in liking girls or if you have a different opinion on girls, I have nothing to say really.. The only bad thing you do to girls is betray them by cohabiting with multiple girls. That's not faithful for all you hungry perverts. Right now, I'm still single, so I still have the freedom to look at ass! *grins*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously, what do you think of my new desktop? I love it. I could imagine everyday, coming back from school, switching on my computer and looking at Olivia's sexy pose in front of my eyes. Hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I heard something from my maid which I found to be really unbelievable. There's this woman who was pronounced dead 3 days ago. Sadly, the killer was still on the loose and the woman could not reveal the killer obviously. Then after 3 days, she was alive again! She could not remember anything personal at all, but she remembered what happened to her before she died. As a result, the killer was caught by the police. It's definitely a miracle but I found it unbelievable. 2 doctors pronounced her dead and then after 3 days, she's alive again? That's some creepy shit. Unless the doctors were frauds or the dead woman was acting, there's no way a dead person could revive him/herself. When I told my maid, "Was it an act?", she argued. She said that God helped her or something. I decided to stop the conversation before it gets all nasty. I'm not disrespecting the religion or anything, I just find it hard to believe that someone can get revived at the will of God. My question is.. Can a dead person just revive him/herself all of a sudden?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last few days, I also asked my maid, "Who came first, the male or the female?". Since babies came out of the female body, wouldn't it be logical that the female was the first human on Earth? Then my maid told me it was man named Adam. God created Adam or something. Then God found out that Adam was very lonely so God created Eve for him. As weird as it sounds, I partially believed it. And then there's the Adam and Eve that we all know of, maybe they were the first pair to discover the art of sexual intercourse as well, since they're the first couple on Earth, right? So much questions, so little time. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last holiday post for 2009/2010. From tomorrow, you might read on my life in ITE. It's your chance to experience ITE from WORDS! Haha. Hopefully I'll manage to make you feel like an ITE student and of course, remove the negative stereotypes from your brain too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2870241156750352844?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2870241156750352844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-beloved-holidays.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2870241156750352844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2870241156750352844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-beloved-holidays.html' title='Goodbye, beloved holidays.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S8GgNMJmNJI/AAAAAAAABc8/L_IoG0oGe9Y/s72-c/Wallpaper7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4006388150569319259</id><published>2010-04-08T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:47:53.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting lesser..</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a rather busy afternoon today.. Thank goodness it was raining in the early morning. I played with the water gun of some sort and sprayed all the moss and fungi out of the air-conditioner tray. It was fun and I hoped it destroyed all of the mosquitoes' breeding habitats. So far, I only found one mosquito but it was so annoying. Still, at least the plague is getting lesser. Those insects loved to stuff their needles into my legs for no reason. Are mosquitoes attracted to drumsticks? *roll eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason, I went on to Google and searched for ITE. Several ITE threads came up and totally made me more confident. At least for now, I still can wear my ITE uniform with pride regardless of what people think. For those ITE students who still feel low about themselves, trying searching for ITE on Google and read some of the forums shown. Hopefully it might make you feel better about yourself! Don't give up yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S736bDwnAKI/AAAAAAAABc0/mRm_60tNSqA/s1600/Wallpaper6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S736bDwnAKI/AAAAAAAABc0/mRm_60tNSqA/s400/Wallpaper6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457793666215510178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current wallpaper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4006388150569319259?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4006388150569319259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-getting-lesser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4006388150569319259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4006388150569319259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-getting-lesser.html' title='It&apos;s getting lesser..'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S736bDwnAKI/AAAAAAAABc0/mRm_60tNSqA/s72-c/Wallpaper6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3675468162369749043</id><published>2010-04-08T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:22:42.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating needles.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.. did not notice that I had not blogged for 4 days! Wow. All these gaming is bringing my mind to another world! I have been playing lots of arcade games lately. I played Pac-Man Championship Edition on the XBOX360 at my friend's house and it was so awesome! Retro awesomeness. Once again, I'm off to search for sites which provides XBOX360 giveaways. An online friend of mine recommended me this &lt;a href="http://www.lockerz.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. He won several prizes from the site, including a PSP. Now, I don't know what to do. Should I earn points to earn that XBOX360 Elite or find a job quickly to purchase it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7y68k44Y-I/AAAAAAAABcs/E9NeohGh7cA/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7y68k44Y-I/AAAAAAAABcs/E9NeohGh7cA/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457442398323368930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, it cost 2700 PTZ. I only have 4 PTZ so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To earn PTZ, you need to fully watch videos and enter captchas to earn your points or invite friends. I'm in a dilemma. It would take so long to earn 2700 PTZ.. Sigh, there's so much goodies I want but not enough money. I really wish I could earn an XBOX360 right off the bat! Hot damn. In my dreams! Anyway, if you're interested in using the site, do comment! Lockerz is only a member-invite only site. Comment and I'll invite you if you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk about today.. Weather forecasts are just bullcrap. It was supposed to rain today but it was just scorching hot in the afternoon. Damn, living at the top floor sucked balls. Not to mention, fucking mosquitoes everywhere. I'm forced to close the windows around my flat and there's little ventilation. I kept perspiring and mosquitoes seemed to love poking their dicks into wet skin. I don't know why air-conditioners need to have a tray beneath it! After a rain, the tray collects water and allows mosquitoes to breed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days ago, a mosquito inspector came into my house. You know what all he does? He went into the kitchen, looked everywhere then into the toilet. After that, he's gone in a swift. WHAT THE FUCK? Does this mean that ONLY kitchens CAN breed mosquitoes but not in other rooms? These inspectors really need to spread out.. Everywhere with water is a possible habitat for mosquitoes! In the past, inspectors were really strict. They searched for stagnant water sources in the house and gave advises. This inspector just comes in, ya-dah ya-dah, okay no mosquitoes! *zhao*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worry for the house, because I cleared every stagnant water sources, sprayed some insecticide in every room and I'm still seeing these irritating needles. I always feel paranoid around them because you'll never know which mosquito gives the dengue fever. I got bitten thrice already, but thank goodness I'm still in one piece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dai, mosquitters, dai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3675468162369749043?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3675468162369749043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/irritating-needles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3675468162369749043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3675468162369749043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/irritating-needles.html' title='Irritating needles.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7y68k44Y-I/AAAAAAAABcs/E9NeohGh7cA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2046021577799725593</id><published>2010-04-04T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:06:28.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All at once.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a new friend, a sore throat. Gosh, I can't even speak properly because I have 3 mouth ulcers and man, these ulcers are not giving me an easy time! Every single time the ulcer get touched, it hurts so bad that it gave me a splitting headache! Since it rained so much the past few days, mosquitoes are breeding outside my flat, damn. Wow, I'm loving all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. My school is starting in a week's time. I still have not gotten my uniform (What is taking them so darn long to call me?). I think I might pay a visit to the school again.. For this week, I'm gonna make the most of my time before school starts. I'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2046021577799725593?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2046021577799725593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-at-once.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2046021577799725593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2046021577799725593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-at-once.html' title='All at once.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3210807229621259445</id><published>2010-04-02T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:05:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bully.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was roaming through the forum in a General section, I stumbled upon this thread and found it rather disturbing and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do read the article &lt;a href="http://gothamist.com/2010/03/30/_two_boys_and_four.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, it was a schoolgirl who committed suicide because she was bullied by her own classmates. The classmates abused her in the school library, the lunchroom and the  hallways and threw a canned drink at her as she walked home. Just thinking of the bullies makes me sick. What the hell were they thinking? I can't imagine how her parents would feel after bringing her up for years and only to pass away from a stupid, mindless bullying ploy. Those 6 bullies shall get their taste of the medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may think she's from Ireland and we're from Singapore, there's a difference so why care about it at all? Yes, there's a difference. Some people can tolerate bullying but some cannot. We're all humans with emotions, regardless of where we're from. I really hope something like this doesn't happen in Singapore, because there are bullies around too. I hope she'll rest in peace and get her revenge from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline is.. Think before you do something stupid which might affect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3210807229621259445?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3210807229621259445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/bully.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3210807229621259445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3210807229621259445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/bully.html' title='Bully.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5816079524855129883</id><published>2010-04-01T20:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:57:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is life so cruel to me?</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I was watching some Youtube videos until I decided to revisit the Bioware forums. On top of the Bioware forums, there was a bazaar notice which will start on the 6th of April. There were well over 400+ prizes, each of it were so tempting! One of the prizes caught my eyes. It was a Mass Effect special edition XBOX360! A fully skinned XBOX360 with the Mass Effect theme! I was so hyped! I went to check on my auction tokens and I had over 4000+ tokens. I never felt so excited in my life.. I checked the rules and of course, the damn auction is ONLY AVAILABLE IN THE UNITED STATES! Literally, my expression was like, "WAH?!". Why is life so cruel to me? Another incident was also for a free XBOX360 Elite.. It was a contest to find missing letters to a word. I worked so damn hard, finding the missing letters. After I found the word, a guy beat me to it by a minute! I was utterly speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never won a lucky draw, a contest or anything pertaining to expensive giveaways. I entered in draws for my whole life, never once I won something. During my graduation night, I was so eager to win something, at least an iPod or something. Well, you guessed right, I never won a single thing. Even in MMORPG.com, there was always a lucky draw going on and the prizes were mostly laptops, video cards and consoles, and I never won once! SIGH SIGH SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have to be compassionate.. There are people who never won once in their life as well. I guess I'll get my chance one day. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have your sextape &lt;a href="http://happyaprilfoolsdayandnothisisnotasite.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the new Youtube layout sucked! Don't you think? I really hope it's just an April Fools' joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7S0PgWOD3I/AAAAAAAABcc/K1agUfdN_J4/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7S0PgWOD3I/AAAAAAAABcc/K1agUfdN_J4/s400/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455183227126681458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5816079524855129883?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5816079524855129883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-is-life-so-cruel-to-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5816079524855129883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5816079524855129883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-is-life-so-cruel-to-me.html' title='Why is life so cruel to me?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7S0PgWOD3I/AAAAAAAABcc/K1agUfdN_J4/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-1776527158034558190</id><published>2010-03-31T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:14:06.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March is ending!</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, March is ending in a few hours. Personally, March was so dull. Nothing interesting at all except this month have one of the most game releases. It rained almost every single day, and of course, sleeping during the bad weather was very comfortable! School's starting soon too. Whatever lies ahead of me, I'll dodge. Life in ITE might be very bad according to some people, but I'm sure I can find a shiny bright light within the midst of darkness. Probably a girl? Haha! Who knows.. Of course I would wish hard for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm aiming to purchase an XBOX360 and the game, Rock Band 2 for myself. I just want to vent my anger on something difficult and stressful. Rhythm games are definitely for me! No more punching of walls and screaming at beaches. I might even invite people to have hours worth of drumming, strumming and singing! Haha, that would be the life. I really like to be a drummer some day, and of course receive training somehow. I don't want my life to be overwhelmed with purely games. Music and games seemed like a decent combination, isn't it? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even ITE have CCAs, I wonder if Polytechnics have those as well. Sigh. I only have myself to blame for this outcome. I wasn't determined enough to study hard! Oh well, just have to suck it up once again. I can't figure out what CCA I wanted to join.. I wished there was drumming club or something. I definitely do not want to join a band. There's badminton too.. Hmm. Tough choices.. I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you guys are looking for a comment button, it's on top of this post. The toothed hole with the number in it, that's the button. I'm begging you guys to comment, it keeps me and my blog alive. Do comment once in a while! The reactions too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-1776527158034558190?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/1776527158034558190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-is-ending.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1776527158034558190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1776527158034558190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-is-ending.html' title='March is ending!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8177801870696455776</id><published>2010-03-30T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:27:06.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet updates.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you noticed, there's a huge change on this blog. The blandness is gone, and now, it comes with a little goodness. First of all, there's a search button on the top. No, it isn't a Google search, but it searches within my blog! Just type a word and you'll find all posts related to the word. Pretty nifty eh? Second, there's a RSS Feed subscriber button. Use it if you want to subscribe (Which I doubt many would) to my feeds aka posts or if you use Blogger's widget, "Blogroll". Lastly, if you don't want to comment, there's a reaction bar which shows the different reactions you can give to the post. It's sorta like a Like button in Facebook, just that there's a negative option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just about it. Please visit my collaborated gaming blog with Erin on &lt;a href="http://www.gamingwhileraining.blogspot.com"&gt;www.gamingwhileraining.blogspot.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8177801870696455776?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8177801870696455776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8177801870696455776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8177801870696455776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-updates.html' title='Sweet updates.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3585795213773330831</id><published>2010-03-28T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T23:34:34.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sad loss.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO. No human died. Erin's laptop died! This is what you get for ignoring the instructions. Great, now I have to loan her my crappy desktop. Her hard-drive supposedly DAMAGED the graphic card, which ended up in stock colors appearing in the screen. It was a two-year old laptop, which its warranty ended ages ago. What a pity though.. Its integrated video card even supports World of Warcraft at Medium to High settings. Her hard-drive was SO CLUTTERED MAN! When I ran Diskeeper on her laptop, it was full of reds! It was 70% fragmented! Damn, take good care of your hard-drives, laptop owners.. Once it's gone, it's gone forever. Defrag the hard-drive every week to ensure its longevity. HARD DRIVES AIN'T CHEAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring-cleaning tomorrow.. Gonna be a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3585795213773330831?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3585795213773330831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad-loss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3585795213773330831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3585795213773330831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad-loss.html' title='A sad loss.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4026659168564927017</id><published>2010-03-27T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T00:56:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really feel a need to..</title><content type='html'>Hi there. Do note that if you have not read yesterday's post, it's at the bottom of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title suggests.. Do you really feel a need to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREAM AND SHOUT IN PUBLIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That. A few days ago, I was disturbed at my home by, probably, a class from a particular school, a class of boys. I didn't see any girls, so I'm assuming it's a boys' school. At 2pm in the afternoon, this class of boys started shouting and screaming in the neighborhood. When I was at the window, I wasn't the only one affected. About 80% of the neighborhood were at their windows, wondering what in the blue hell was going on. The loud and annoying noises lasted for 15 minutes, until a teacher eventually came and reprimanded. She sounded like someone who gets bullied every single time. She just screamed, "Shut up!" continuously, like that's going shut them up. It looked like they were going for CIP or something, because they were all carrying some plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on topic. Do you really find a need to scream and shout in public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found a common trait in people who loved to scream and shout. They do this when they're with their group of friends. Yes. When the person is with his friends, his ego get increased by a fuckload and his sense of right or wrong goes down to 0. When nobody is with him, his ego drains rapidly and eventually look retarded. Funny yet ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is backup and you can shoot your ego to as high as 1000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4026659168564927017?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4026659168564927017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-really-feel-need-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4026659168564927017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4026659168564927017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-really-feel-need-to.html' title='Do you really feel a need to..'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7772217624077157779</id><published>2010-03-26T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:34:09.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bucket of tears.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a really good start this morning. I woke up scratching the hell out of my right leg, and found out that it felt bulgy all over. It was probably attacked by several mosquitoes.. Damn, no wonder, it rained so much for the past few days. Do mosquitoes breed that FAST? I need to research..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and today, I resigned. Gonna start finding one soon straight after my ITE course starts. I'm just gonna force myself to look on a bright side to ITE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you might be thinking. Why is my post title named, "Bucket of tears"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a man, I strongly admit, I cried a lot at the last few episodes of Cruel Temptations. To think that I forcefully detested Aeri and Gyo-bin since the beginning, and now I felt nothing but sympathy and respect for their decisions. It was WEIRD how they suddenly felt remorse and a need to repent just right at the end. To be frank, I felt that all these sudden personalities are forced together in a few episodes. Aeri, Gyo-bin and especially So-hee all changed personas way too quickly. Nevertheless, it was rather awesome for antagonists to be repentant after ALL they did and I loved how all they all lament on their past while repenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediacorp's torturing me for dragging the final two episodes all the way to Monday. Damn it. But hell, I must purchase a Cruel Temptation DVD.. Kudos to the makers of this drama series. If you have not watched this series yet, oh boy, you only have yourself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gaming blog -&gt; www.blitheeegaming.blogspot.com is deleted. I started a new gaming blog with Erin. It's still in development but do support it when it's up. The link is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamingwhileraining.blogspot.com"&gt;www.gamingwhileraining.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7772217624077157779?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7772217624077157779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/bucket-of-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7772217624077157779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7772217624077157779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/bucket-of-tears.html' title='Bucket of tears.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8264374191315865086</id><published>2010-03-25T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T23:38:57.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another typical post.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No updates for today.. Except that, the internet is being gay on me. Seriously Starhub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A horror/humor video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tk_6e2j51uM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tk_6e2j51uM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8264374191315865086?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8264374191315865086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-typical-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8264374191315865086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8264374191315865086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-another-typical-post.html' title='Just another typical post.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5715303872636782237</id><published>2010-03-24T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:17:44.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I quit!</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna quit my job this week, since school's starting in a few weeks time and the shop's getting a new helper soon. Working was fun, tiring and satisfying. Sharing gaming tips and opinions never been this fun. Anyway, I'm watching American Idol right now.. So to whom is concerned, here's my predictions for the NEXT American Idol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Female Idol would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6oqfArcMrI/AAAAAAAABaQ/LCnoD3IzJKU/s1600/25419_373258899894_748474894_3641699_1314829_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6oqfArcMrI/AAAAAAAABaQ/LCnoD3IzJKU/s400/25419_373258899894_748474894_3641699_1314829_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452217011131921074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siobhan Magnus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty despite imperfect teeth, energetic and with strong vocals, this girl have all the makings of a rockstar and an idol! Seriously, Siobhan is giving me a Hayley Williams vibe. So if the next American Idol is a female, it would have to be Siobhan! Btw, her name's pronounced as Sher-von, not Sio-bun. [Sounds like a Hokkien verse..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Male Idol would be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6orcqPkqkI/AAAAAAAABaY/8M-qG3iqVCI/s1600/5735_93612558741_93612123741_2027432_8099062_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6orcqPkqkI/AAAAAAAABaY/8M-qG3iqVCI/s400/5735_93612558741_93612123741_2027432_8099062_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452218070261344834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Garcia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's part of the YouTube family, and he have an account which features all his talent through cover songs, duets and more. He's done of the best Michael Jackson medleys with his duet partner, Kathy Nguyen, in my opinion. But so far, he isn't performing well.. With Big Mike outshining him every performance, though I feel that Big Mike might be the next Reuben Studdart who isn't popular at all. Still, keep working hard Andrew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Both contestants shall enter the finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it! And damn, I still haven't received my ITE uniform. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5715303872636782237?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5715303872636782237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5715303872636782237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5715303872636782237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-quit.html' title='I quit!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6oqfArcMrI/AAAAAAAABaQ/LCnoD3IzJKU/s72-c/25419_373258899894_748474894_3641699_1314829_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8119227719097678503</id><published>2010-03-23T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:56:54.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's digusting.</title><content type='html'>Call of Cthulhu Screenshots. Just look at what he's saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xfire.com/profile/9parabellum/screenshots/?view#94013160"&gt;&lt;img src="http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/94013160-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats? Tasty? EWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xfire.com/profile/9parabellum/screenshots/?view#94013126"&gt;&lt;img src="http://screenshot.xfire.com/s/94013126-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing game indeed. The game isn't scary.. But the atmosphere is so creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an awesome day. It rained. YEP! But when it's raining, we should be sleeping, NOT WORKING! Argh. Working on a rainy day, it sucks. Playing games as usual. And finding a new wallpaper for my current obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6iN1YsU_rI/AAAAAAAABZA/AIJJKlxFjQE/s1600-h/Wallpaper4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6iN1YsU_rI/AAAAAAAABZA/AIJJKlxFjQE/s400/Wallpaper4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451763297232944818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Battlefield Bad Company 2. The game I played for 50 hours straight. It's so addictive. Limited Editions are still in stock, so get them while their hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make an announcement. *why so serious?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, it's nothing serious. It's not harmful to my blog either. Just new updates. If you noticed, my tagboard ONCE AGAIN disappeared. No, it didn't ran away on its own. I took it out. I figured that most of my readers wouldn't tag it at all. All I see is two of my friends tagging over and over. It seemed really awkward though. So instead, compile a whole comment regarding my post and just post it then! It'll be the last time, so you won't be seeing another tagboard anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I have a favorite blogs list on the left. I'll be adding blogs that I love to read. Of course, I won't be adding those who updates within a large time gap. Most of it will be gaming blogs, since I love it very much. Do check out &lt;a style="" href="http://www.thingsweforget.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thingsweforget.blogspot.com.&lt;/a&gt; It's done by a Singaporean and I love it. It's simple, yet amazing at the same time. Do check it out, and maybe carry out a treasure hunt by yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8119227719097678503?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8119227719097678503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-digusting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8119227719097678503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8119227719097678503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-digusting.html' title='He&apos;s digusting.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6iN1YsU_rI/AAAAAAAABZA/AIJJKlxFjQE/s72-c/Wallpaper4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8813272196018266881</id><published>2010-03-22T21:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:21:19.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6d1yAO9_-I/AAAAAAAABYU/iI6s7bN8L5w/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6d1yAO9_-I/AAAAAAAABYU/iI6s7bN8L5w/s400/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451455375871967202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My current legit games, including Swee Hong's Diablo 2 [It's here anytime, so get it if you want]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm on hiatus for a long time. I've been trying to get myself together for these few months on my own. Nobody really helped though, since everyone were busy with stuff. In order to get myself back, I have TO BE myself. So, I played games almost forever. After getting back from work, I just start playing immediately. It's good that my workplace have a gaming display where I can play for people etc, but playing the same game for umpteen hours doesn't cut it. For a month, my head's overflowed with gaming. Gaming podcasts, gaming news, gaming stuff and everything else, gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I was unable to accept that I failed the O levels [Though I looked like I already accepted it]. I studied everyday, cranked my brain many times but I still can't squeeze everything into my head. Call me dumb, call me stupid but I did my best. I even ceased gaming for a month. Now, I was able to accept it and actually look on the bright side of me entering ITE [But during the ITE orientation, I met my first problem. No uniform sizes are suitable for me. Fucked up much?]. I'm immune to those who criticized and looked down on me, because I believe in karma. I'm not gonna start. I'm finally, gonna attend ITE with a clear mind, a clear goal and a new life regardless of obstacles. I was informed that I can take my O level certificate. Honestly, to me, it's worth nothing but trash. If I can get a job with those kind of qualifications, I'll do the death dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a whole month, I've been sitting on my ass at work and at home. I did make some friends while working, but only acquainted. When the March holidays started, I wanted a sleepover gaming night with a group of friends. Initially, most of them agreed. At the final minute, some of them did not want to come and eventually left me and my friend to settle the problem. The feeling is easy to describe; I wanted to take a sledgehammer and smash a fucking brick wall. I felt betrayed and it was the past all over again. What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you maybe thinking that I'm being dramatic and whatever. But this is MY blog, I rant when I want to, I celebrate when I want to and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this month, I learned many things. From games, from my seniors at work, from the skies and from the internet v-loggers. I became more fierce in my reply in forums and towards people, because a good friend told me, "You FUCK John, John FUCKS you.". Thanks Erin. I was too soft on myself and to other people. Honestly, I love my new personality. I feel awesome and people think twice before verbally abusing me. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. It's a complete summary of my hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Peace out, bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8813272196018266881?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8813272196018266881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8813272196018266881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8813272196018266881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/apologies.html' title='Apologies.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S6d1yAO9_-I/AAAAAAAABYU/iI6s7bN8L5w/s72-c/DSC00008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2019022142385244887</id><published>2010-03-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:04:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna scream.</title><content type='html'>Dead By April - Promise Me (Album Version)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GD_FRPJo4VY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GD_FRPJo4VY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna scream! Gonna update soon.. So stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2019022142385244887?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2019022142385244887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-scream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2019022142385244887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2019022142385244887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wanna-scream.html' title='I wanna scream.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-1579235066545655485</id><published>2010-02-28T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:53:09.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make choices and never look back.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun yesterday. I went to a BBQ organized by my former teacher and loved it. It was really hotter than the usual BBQs I been to, but it was tolerable. The only thing I hated was the timing. It really make me felt that punctuality is to be taken for granted. But maybe some of them had something on.. I'm just saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I decided to play some LAN games with my friends, since it's been months. It seems they found a new LAN hangout. The place was pretty nice, the counter guy looks promising (Unlike the one at Cyrus) and polite. The computers were well-built, but most CPU have heavily fragmented hard drives, which dramatically increases the loading time of games and the occurrence of crashes . I loved the Logitech mouse, compared to the worn out Razers at my former LAN hangout. I was told to play DotA with them, but I hate the game with a passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I hate DotA?&lt;br /&gt;1. You can never have friendly matches&lt;br /&gt;You'll never hear phrases like, "Nice shot!", "Aw dang, you broke my killstreak!" and "Good game guys!". The last time I heard these phrases was when DotA was first released as an ordinary map, and I played with some of my friends. As DotA evolved, more screaming takes place. Nowadays, all I hear in LAN shops and Garena are people screaming their asses off. "FUCK YOU LAH CHEEBYE", "STOP FEEDING LAH FUCKER", "GO TO LAND # LAH, ASSHOLE", "KS SIA" and many infamous quotes. I try to do my best in DotA matches, but it always ends up in disputes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You might lose friends&lt;br /&gt;I lost friends due to DotA. One of many things I hated was losing friends through a video game. I feel that it's the stupidest way to lose a friend. The title speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My ears hurt in Garena&lt;br /&gt;Kids screaming at the top of their voice. Need I say more? It's just a video game, leave it that way. I can't understand why people get so over-dramatic over a mere video game. I'm a competitive gamer myself, and I can keep my calm, why can't they? &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play Left 4 Dead 2, but the damn game kept crashing.. I played Counter Strike Source instead. After the LAN session, I noticed some my friends smoking. I ignored it anyway, it's their life, they want it. Just remember, make choices and never look back. If you regretted smoking, it means that you made a poor decision. What about me? I'll never smoke. I made a vow to a late friend that I'll never smoke. Never will, don't bother dragging me into the bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice ride home, the taxi driver was very interactive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-1579235066545655485?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/1579235066545655485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-choices-and-never-look-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1579235066545655485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1579235066545655485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/make-choices-and-never-look-back.html' title='Make choices and never look back.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-3893597722553539956</id><published>2010-02-25T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:57:51.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha..</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day.. Hahaha.. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, a friend called me, and asked where am I. He thought I was invited for a BBQ which was on that night itself. I told him I wasn't invited or received any invitation of any sort. He sounded confused, and I, too, was extremely confused. Maybe it's for the better.. Cus I'm mostly acquainted to them, and I'd probably sit out like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.. have nothing further to say. I already see that coming anyway, better early than late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you have PayPal, do donate some money for Haiti, which is currently under chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the video page and donate at the bottom of the video description. Even a dollar will do. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never gonna wish for a better day anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-3893597722553539956?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/3893597722553539956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3893597722553539956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/3893597722553539956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha..'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7962848887364840129</id><published>2010-02-24T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:17:09.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet rage.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Internet lagging for anyone? I do. While XBOX360 have the Red Ring of Death; computers have the Blue Screen of Death, I have the Green Blinking Light of Death, on my Internet modem. Whenever GBLoD happens, the Internet shuts down and my downloads get hanged. Really, I think I should change my ISP soon.. I'm using Starhub Maxonline, I used to love it a lot, then suddenly after a year, I got an upgrade [Felt like a downgrade] and my Internet speed caps at 250kb/s. After 7pm, my cap reduced to 90kb/s. Oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouse broke today. Finally. I went to United Square to purchase a new one.. And damn, I have not gone out for a long time. During a bus ride, I met this girl who was sitting on a seat next to the standing area. I kept staring at her, because I wanted to see her face. Suddenly, she turned and smiled! I gasped, became nervous and went down quickly on the next stop. Gosh, too nervous. But I probably won't see her anymore. She has a short hairstyle, which is so darn cute, well at least it beats generic hairstyles! Oh well, better luck next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently loving my mouse! It's a Razer Salmosa, a fully matted mouse! It feels awesome, just awesome for gaming. To add-on, it's way cheaper than my old mouse. Old stuff is kinda better the new, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done. I'm gonna sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;Always looking for a better day ahead. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7962848887364840129?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7962848887364840129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/internet-rage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7962848887364840129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7962848887364840129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/internet-rage.html' title='Internet rage.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5454106313330945679</id><published>2010-02-23T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:14:38.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up.</title><content type='html'>Hi thar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, I'm not cleaning up the house. I cleaned up my Facebook applications. I had like 150+ unused applications which are useless for now. I kept getting notifications from applications I don't wish to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's nothing much today. I'll be posting pictures of me unboxing Mass Effect 2 and Bioshock 2 soon. Stay tuned! [I know this should be in my gaming blog.. I don't know why I like it here..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wishing for a better day ahead. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5454106313330945679?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5454106313330945679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/cleaning-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5454106313330945679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5454106313330945679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/cleaning-up.html' title='Cleaning up.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4941929431922117356</id><published>2010-02-22T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:35:00.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heavy Rain.</title><content type='html'>Hi thar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pouring today and I loved every moment of it. It's been really warm for the past few days and having to live at the top of the flat just makes it even worse. I enjoyed the noises and the water flowing down from the rooftop. It was a magnificent sight nevertheless, once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you DID noticed, I have a goal tab on the left. Yeah, I'm hunting for the cheapest XBOX360 set I could find. Reason I'm buying is because most of the games aren't released for the PC. Seems that Microsoft is rather bias to XBOX360 and shows no love for PC users. I spent time counting all the coins I saved throughout last year and accumulated $141. I'm left with a lot, and probably would have to find a job for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while playing Modern Warfare 2, a guy with a headset started screaming. He was upset that his friend betrayed him or something. I WAS SURPRISED that everyone actually stopped shooting each other to actually hear him out. It turned out that he's been betrayed by his best friend and currently venting his anger on MW2. Betrayal huh? Venting himself in the game full of hackers might actually make his brain erupt blood.. Seriously. I feel your pain, buddy. That's why I don't trust anyone. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To any Steam users out there, do download Braid! Either download the free demo or buy the full version for $14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4FfN1PeFxI/AAAAAAAABXo/-xCG5ugI9s8/s1600-h/braid_title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4FfN1PeFxI/AAAAAAAABXo/-xCG5ugI9s8/s400/braid_title.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440734516075173650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4Ff1Cp1qbI/AAAAAAAABXw/KfCuslALugk/s1600-h/braid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4Ff1Cp1qbI/AAAAAAAABXw/KfCuslALugk/s400/braid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440735189690329522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4FgCXl8D5I/AAAAAAAABX4/GEWor1BUAN0/s1600-h/Braid_screenshot05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4FgCXl8D5I/AAAAAAAABX4/GEWor1BUAN0/s400/Braid_screenshot05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440735418649415570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a side-scrolling puzzle adventure with stunning visuals and beautiful environments. The gameplay is awesome, you can time travel, do lotsa stuff. Grab it if you're bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wishing for a better day ahead. Do shoutout on my tagboard if you're reading, you know, just to increase my passion for blogging. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4941929431922117356?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4941929431922117356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/heavy-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4941929431922117356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4941929431922117356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/heavy-rain.html' title='Heavy Rain.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4FfN1PeFxI/AAAAAAAABXo/-xCG5ugI9s8/s72-c/braid_title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5770878576189226952</id><published>2010-02-21T01:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:18:45.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Television time!</title><content type='html'>Hai thur. (Inspired by Erin.. You made me do it, you punk ass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a break from gaming. So I switched on the television.. And surprise, surprise. Advertisements! Episode 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I watched this ad about some product named Dr. Clean. The name, ugh, is just so corny. There was one too, named Super Muscle, which is just as corny. Two corny names, and two unconvincing advertisements. Dr. Clean's ad showed an actor named Edmund Chen, who pretty much sums up how awesome this product is, by cleaning so-called tough stains, which seemed really fake because those stains in the ad don't look all that tough. The worse thing is printing your own face on the label. I haven't tried this product yet, but I foresee myself against buying this product. I have a stain remover which is not advertised and worked wonders on 5 year old stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Muscle, on the other hand, won the most corniest advertisement award. It's just so corny. Tough stains are your enemies, but you don't purchase the product, no! You call, "SUPER MUSCLE!". He comes flying into your kitchen like some pseudo super hero and cleans your stains. Ugh, I can't continue. The whole advertisement seemed like it was meant for children, seriously. Dr. Clean's ad wasn't that bad to be honest, just a corny product name, that's all. Super Muscle, wins the corniest award, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day, there was nothing to watch on TV. So I booted up my PC and watched two movies which I downloaded days ago. They are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4AlgCumOuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/xHru_0fisFs/s1600-h/the_shawshank_redemption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4AlgCumOuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/xHru_0fisFs/s400/the_shawshank_redemption.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440389582281915106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome movie by Stephen King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4Almyof1TI/AAAAAAAABXY/Yws4_cGJVgk/s1600-h/b000cdgvoo01lzzzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4Almyof1TI/AAAAAAAABXY/Yws4_cGJVgk/s400/b000cdgvoo01lzzzzzzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440389698220447026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whisper of the Heart, a movie about love and school life. If you watched Spirited Away, you definitely should watch this. It's done by the same creators.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do watch them and be mesmerized! Last thing to add, it's ironic how old films like Shawshank Redemption (1994) and Whisper of the Heart (1995) are way more fun to watch compared to the CG-efficient movies we watch today. Not to mention, old films received higher scores and better reviews compared to new ones. Are we really degrading? Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wishing for a better day ahead. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5770878576189226952?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5770878576189226952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/television-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5770878576189226952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5770878576189226952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/television-time.html' title='Television time!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S4AlgCumOuI/AAAAAAAABXQ/xHru_0fisFs/s72-c/the_shawshank_redemption.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2708171099447263038</id><published>2010-02-19T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:44:07.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S36gW808TLI/AAAAAAAABXA/DiSaEWjpHSA/s1600-h/187_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S36gW808TLI/AAAAAAAABXA/DiSaEWjpHSA/s400/187_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439961716055887026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how I keep the porn hands-free on my computer.. Just kidding. *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Friday it has been. Nothing happened. Were you surprised? *of course not*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies were pretty dark this afternoon, but it didn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ordered an item from eBay and then waited for it to be delivered at your doorstep every day? I do. I recently placed an order for 3 anticipated games for this year, namely Battlefield - Bad Company 2, Bioshock 2 and Mass Effect 2. I can't wait to play all 3 games, and there's this impatient attitude of mine, which I, eventually, stare out of the window and keep waiting needlessly for a postman or even a single footstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I dropped my Razer Krait mouse on the floor and both the left and right buttons doesn't click when you press it. So I'm planning to get a better mouse.. Well, probably this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S36ipduvoOI/AAAAAAAABXI/rCzmmPD0RlM/s1600-h/deathadder_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S36ipduvoOI/AAAAAAAABXI/rCzmmPD0RlM/s400/deathadder_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439964233149161698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultra slick, Razer Deathadder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it costs a whopping $100 at maximum. It's kinda hard to find a cheap one in eBay.. So.. I might need to save up again. *drowns in sorrow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, have anyone watched Survivor: Heroes vs Villains? It's pretty awesome, a definite must-watch for any Survivor fans. I'm supporting the Villains, because the chicks are there.. Boston Rob is there.. Yeah, pretty much. The Heroes are.. just way over-confident, which cost them 2 immunity challenges. Sugar and Stephenie are out. Heheh. Villains shall rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wishing for a great day ahead. Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2708171099447263038?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2708171099447263038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-how-i-keep-porn-hands-free-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2708171099447263038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2708171099447263038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-how-i-keep-porn-hands-free-on.html' title=''/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S36gW808TLI/AAAAAAAABXA/DiSaEWjpHSA/s72-c/187_17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2450409461996453309</id><published>2010-02-18T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T01:23:59.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Morning Insomnia.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have not been updating for quite a while. It's just that I couldn't grasp the need to update everyday. The Lunar New Year holidays have ended.. I've tons of money for my games and my ITE fees and uniform. The Lunar New Year for me, wasn't really exciting. Practically every year I visited my relatives' houses, the general purpose is always to get red packets. It's so hard to interact with everyone because I only visit my relatives once a year. To make matters worse, I don't even know how to speak their language. My mum doesn't want to teach me either. Am I supposed to learn their language from the internet? I can understand Chinese a little better, but they're speaking dialect most of the time. I'm at a loss.. Seriously, this is not how I want to spend my Lunar New Year, but it's the same every damn year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I have enough money to purchase 4 games and also pay for my school fees. I'm still jobless.. I've been searching for quite awhile but the recent break from job hunting is making me idle. Makes me wanna just be a social worker.. or do some charity stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wished school would start. Yet ironically, on Facebook, I see multiple posts about people sort of complained that school started too early. Don't you wished that you have the power to switch lifestyles? Sigh, people who can't be satisfied with their lives.. I, currently, am sitting on my ass, making it rot for fuck's sake, pushing my damn body to do situps and jog, and I just wanna scream, "FML!" to the whole world. Yeah, like anyone cares. I doubt anyone cares whether I'm dead or alive, roflmao! Everyone's living their life the way they wanted it to be.. Oh gosh, John, you sucked so much. You're an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hate being kind already. Ignorance is the new gratitude much? Really, I'm sick and tired of people who refuse to say a simple thanks whenever I do something for them. I'm not even asking for much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple word, "Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;Woah, that took 1000 years eh? PRETTY HARD EH. I had like gazillion boners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, seriously. Showing a bit of gratitude doesn't hurt man, it adds a little smile to the person who helped. Look at me, I'm a fucking anti-social, but I still thank people who helped me. I'm just ranting about a day where I helped my friend purchase a box of backup CDs. I traveled for quite a while, only to hear an, "Alright, bye" from my friend. It's like a slap to my face. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rant too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always wishing for a great day. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2450409461996453309?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2450409461996453309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-morning-insomnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2450409461996453309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2450409461996453309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/thursday-morning-insomnia.html' title='Thursday Morning Insomnia.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8671545585037803778</id><published>2010-02-08T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:27:09.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CUSTOMIZATION SPREE.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to update today.. Just some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AsVXQYHUI/AAAAAAAABWI/2nhJywjyhu0/s1600-h/Wallpaper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AsVXQYHUI/AAAAAAAABWI/2nhJywjyhu0/s400/Wallpaper2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435893495767768386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of someone laying on a field. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AshxdZcOI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Qjo0ab8iKyw/s1600-h/Wallpaper3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AshxdZcOI/AAAAAAAABWQ/Qjo0ab8iKyw/s400/Wallpaper3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435893708960133346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brag. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some F.E.A.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AtLio4nTI/AAAAAAAABWg/u0drAZxh3RA/s1600-h/fear-20100208-162653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AtLio4nTI/AAAAAAAABWg/u0drAZxh3RA/s400/fear-20100208-162653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435894426536287538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AtDuKhEDI/AAAAAAAABWY/6kDOPPwcenA/s1600-h/fear-20100208-162658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AtDuKhEDI/AAAAAAAABWY/6kDOPPwcenA/s400/fear-20100208-162658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435894292191186994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8671545585037803778?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8671545585037803778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/customization-spree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8671545585037803778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8671545585037803778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/customization-spree.html' title='CUSTOMIZATION SPREE.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S3AsVXQYHUI/AAAAAAAABWI/2nhJywjyhu0/s72-c/Wallpaper2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4100254557912601897</id><published>2010-02-05T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:13:16.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a suffocating afternoon today. I have no idea whether was it my neighbor downstairs or some repairman, he was smoking near the window right above my room's window. The smoke flowed upwards which eventually gave my room a strong stench. I was bathing at that time, so I had no idea. I fucking hate having to close my windows whenever someone wanna take a stick on the window. My room is on top of the sun (Because I live on the top floor) and really lacking much ventilation. For the whole afternoon, my windows were shut and the room was warm.. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day too, playing games. Hackers, cheaters and so much more. I don't wish to elaborate. Playing a game of Modern Warfare 2 just boils me up to the max. Before I erupt, I quickly quitted the game. Gosh, hackers are just clusterfuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH. What a night. I'm having a splitting headache, so I'm gonna crash soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always hoping for an awesome day. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4100254557912601897?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4100254557912601897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/smelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4100254557912601897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4100254557912601897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/smelly.html' title='Smelly.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7792111307301744633</id><published>2010-02-04T01:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:37:51.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing is false hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S2muQrSVf_I/AAAAAAAABWA/tCZ6mlTY2vQ/s1600-h/alone-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S2muQrSVf_I/AAAAAAAABWA/tCZ6mlTY2vQ/s400/alone-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434066026919985138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have guessed that it's a dark post, a post which strangles and suffocates me in the mind. But no. I had enough of complaining about my life, of other people. It's time to be more, well, optimistic. I used to believe that life is a reversed psychology, you know, you foresaw a negative outcome but it ended up a blessing in disguise. Life was never about wishing, it's what I do with my hands. I already figured it out in the past, but never once I stood and take initiative. Starting today, I shall force myself to exercise, eat less, look on the bright side of life and spend less time in this god-forsaken den. I'll try.. To actually.. LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, the skies were gloomy. There was never a bright day. The noises made by my neighbor downstairs was extremely annoying. The Lunar New Year public karaoke with numerous voice breaks was hilarious, but a pain in the ass. In the past, there was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasar malam&lt;/span&gt; before the new year&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It was extreme fun, walking around with my family of two, licking candy flosses and those small white things with coconut fillings. Man, those were the best days ever. It was also during that when I gotten my first two Playstation games, Xenogears and Metal Gear Solid, and also the best games I ever played in my life. Now, my neighborhood looks like crap everyday. You'll hear children screaming on top of their voices, groups of youngsters throwing drink cans in the dead of the night, crazy teenagers cycling through the corridor and stupid gossiping aunties. You can say that we've advanced, but I honestly felt that we downgraded, a trillion fold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months left before my course starts. I even heard that someone is heading with me into ITE MacPherson and into Games Design as well. It will be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing I always wished for blindly, which is that tomorrow would be a better day than today. Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7792111307301744633?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7792111307301744633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishing-is-false-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7792111307301744633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7792111307301744633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/02/wishing-is-false-hope.html' title='Wishing is false hope.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S2muQrSVf_I/AAAAAAAABWA/tCZ6mlTY2vQ/s72-c/alone-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5347842004893120494</id><published>2010-01-31T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:12:42.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around my house just now, and I found a group of people smoking. That wasn't all though. There were 4 of them, 3 smoking and one wasn't. That non-smoker must have felt left out. Clearly, the 3 smokers were pressurizing the boy (He looked 15 or 16), by throwing insults at him, you know, those infamous private part quotes. They were shouting at him, and he looked as if the world's gonna fall on him. I didn't care and just walked away. Pressurizing someone to smoke a stick? How.. not persuasive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received news that ITE Dover's staffroom was gutted in fire. I refused to believe it at first, but after I did some thorough search on Google, it really did happened. Now, I'm surprised. Of all places, the staffroom? Someone must have a grudge against him. Or maybe.. it's just an accident. I hope it doesn't happen at my campus. I heard my campus is pretty small.. but I like it. Especially if it's small, but with a big heart. It's balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really can't wait to enter ITE. It may sound weird but for once, I think I'll be able to make friends that share the same gaming hobby with me. Cool eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these years.. I wanna migrate to either Japan or New York. I don't know why, but I suddenly don't like it in Singapore. Prices are skyrocketing, interest rates everywhere. Maybe Singapore's rates are lowest among all countries.. But I find the rates unbelievable. Oh well, I shall see.. in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for today.. Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5347842004893120494?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5347842004893120494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/disappointed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5347842004893120494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5347842004893120494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-1585021749296464195</id><published>2010-01-28T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:25:48.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLEHHH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S2GBRwu9wgI/AAAAAAAABV4/OWVSX5DBLe4/s1600-h/Wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S2GBRwu9wgI/AAAAAAAABV4/OWVSX5DBLe4/s400/Wallpaper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431764767725175298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January Wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go berserk one day.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna smash bricks.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna kick balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about anything to satisfy my wrath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-1585021749296464195?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/1585021749296464195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/blehhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1585021749296464195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1585021749296464195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/blehhh.html' title='BLEHHH.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S2GBRwu9wgI/AAAAAAAABV4/OWVSX5DBLe4/s72-c/Wallpaper1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-607843121162486679</id><published>2010-01-24T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:16:16.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. Well.. Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my birthday today! I'm 19 years old now.. Pretty old eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chungaik and Erin asked me why I did not celebrate my birthday.. As some people noticed, the birthday celebrations in the past were not arranged by me, no. It was my friends. I celebrated a total of 4 times, 2 times when I was young and 2 times in Secondary school. I treasured those 4 celebrations very much, I kept photos of it with me, except for my last celebration, where I got sprayed with cream. My first two celebrations happened when I was young, after that, my family had some kind of trouble and then, I never celebrated then. For well around 5-6 years without birthday celebrations, I gotten used to it. I always thought of my own birthday as a normal, ordinary day. This is me.. Once I gotten used to it, I'll find it hard to kick the habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the whole day, I was at home, refreshing Facebook everytime to see new greetings. Each time I see a new one, I gotten a little happier. I was a little disappointed when some old friends of mine whom I expected to wish me a happy birthday didn't do so. I was a little sensitive, but I thought to myself the whole day, "Why should you care? You're 19 anyway!". So eventually, I grew numb of my stupid thoughts and actually just be happy. Adding on, I celebrated my birthday with video games, yeah, really. I'm pretty much a no-lifer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also watched Brad played VVVVVV on the 4PlayerPodcast live show. I'm so glad he made me happy, although he doesn't know it. His hilarious voice-overs and raging made me laughed like mad! Thank you, Brad, even if you're not reading this but you made mine and many's others day. Anyway, if you wanna play VVVVVV, click &lt;a href="http://www.kongregate.com/games/TerryCavanagh/vvvvvv-demo"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I agree it's a pretty weird name for a game, but be sure to play it! It's very challenging and mind-raging at times! Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotten 3 presents. One from my mother, one from my maid and one from Jiemin! My mother bought me a new phone (Which most of my friends already knew), my maid bought me a deodorant (After all, she washes my clothes!) and Jiemin bought me a really cool plushie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S1w2ypGIBEI/AAAAAAAABVw/re8SdXg4Qvo/s400/DSC00006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks! I placed it next to my computer, which I use daily. Her present's the tallest one. Thanks again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, my birthday's gonna be over. Today sucks anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-607843121162486679?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/607843121162486679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/19th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/607843121162486679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/607843121162486679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/19th.html' title='19th.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S1w2ypGIBEI/AAAAAAAABVw/re8SdXg4Qvo/s72-c/DSC00006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7546649929983002977</id><published>2010-01-23T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T22:41:09.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADS.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching much television today, I realized what's making it so annoying for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISEMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ads! It's always the worst thing that ever happened in the middle of a movie screening. Anyway, it's like, practically no one is able to make a good advertisement anymore. I recalled seeing one ad which showed some "awesome" product for sale and the producer of this ad probably bribed a child into saying, "ZOMFG THIS IS SO AWESOME! YOU MUST BUY!". Seriously, the ad felt so.. fake and gay (RayWilliamJohnson FTW!). There are ads similar to this.. Like body-slimming ads. MAYBE some of them are real, and some fake.. and gay too. I really can't bring myself to believe that a celebrity that looked slim actually looks fat? Does that make any sense? Plenty of these.. ads are full of exaggerations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wonder.. Who actually fell for these ads? Anyway, there are hardly any good ads in the TV. Personally, I liked the Heineken ad which showed a bunch of girls freaking out over fashion clothing and accessories, while a bunch of guys freaked out over BEER! The way they freaked out is seemingly hilarious! They looked as if they're having an orgasm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These producers really.. must start doing convincing ads otherwise.. the internet will be the new television!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to end it off.. Please visit my gaming blog for updates on games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7546649929983002977?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7546649929983002977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/ads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7546649929983002977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7546649929983002977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/ads.html' title='ADS.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2025596032947561569</id><published>2010-01-22T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T21:09:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LESS QQ AND MORE PEWPEW.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I have not been updating is well.. I have nothing to update about! Actually, I have nothing to update today as well.. Pretty ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I created a gaming blog. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.blitheeegaming.blogspot.com"&gt;link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, people used to complain about me posting about games. Now I have two separate blogs, so do visit my gaming blog if you game a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is around the corner.. and I'm having a bad feeling about it. Well, for one, my past girlfriend isn't here to celebrate with me anymore.. Sigh. I think I'll be just walking around the park for my birthday! I'm sure it will be a nostalgic walk I hope. I have to smile often too, I've been frowning way too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2025596032947561569?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2025596032947561569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/less-qq-and-more-pewpew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2025596032947561569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2025596032947561569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/less-qq-and-more-pewpew.html' title='LESS QQ AND MORE PEWPEW.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5853790803475335926</id><published>2010-01-18T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:01:09.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAD.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that all (Or most) of my friends' blogs are dead. Maybe I should jump on the bandwagon as well eh? Haha. Maybe I'll still continue.. Regardless whether anyone is reading it or not. When I get sick of blogging, I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog today.. There's nothing keeping this blog alive. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5853790803475335926?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5853790803475335926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5853790803475335926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5853790803475335926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/dead.html' title='DEAD.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-6645367126996462961</id><published>2010-01-17T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:02:20.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME PEOPLE CAN'T STOP.</title><content type='html'>Oh hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucks. Really. I was enjoying a live gameplay on &lt;a href="http://www.justin.tv/"&gt;www.justin.tv&lt;/a&gt; when some dude butts in and starts a flame war. It's amazing how one can have a passion at disruption. The key word for a flame war is [insert whatever here] sucks. That's all. How can something suck? Everyone has their own opinions about something.. If someone likes Hannah Montana/Call of Duty/Britney Spears or whatever, deal with it man. Why pour all the hatred over them? That flame war lasted for 2 hours, seriously. Jeez, man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was watching some horror gameplays with Erin today. Man, I was spooked. My heart jumped many times. As usual, she wasn't affected totally, only a few scenes freaked her out. We picked three videos to post on my blog. Starting with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet Terror (The House)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CteQPvRdO7U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CteQPvRdO7U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, this was kinda scary.. Typical horror, but it gets me every single time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Urkel Dance Brings The Dead (4PlayerPodcast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv3lW8frh8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pv3lW8frh8s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as scary, but funny as hell. Just listen to the person playing it freak out! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat ya doin' snoooping in my window?!? (Fatal Frame 2) [4PP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvsGYSF5TwY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GvsGYSF5TwY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm done for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-6645367126996462961?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/6645367126996462961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-people-cant-stop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6645367126996462961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6645367126996462961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/some-people-cant-stop.html' title='SOME PEOPLE CAN&apos;T STOP.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7675871478342453317</id><published>2010-01-16T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:28:05.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW LAYOUT.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you've noticed, I'm changed the blog layout. The previous layout gave me eye problems. I read my past posts a few weeks ago and I kept seeing lines everywhere for a minute or two. It's quite annoying. So I changed it! The font color is darker, and it's much comfortable to the eyes. If there's a problem anywhere, please tag alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier just now, did anyone heard any loud noises of some sort? It sounded like crackers, gunfire or some tiny explosion or something. It caught me at first and I initially thought that Singapore's in trouble. I tried searching Google Singapore's latest update about any websites, but there isn't any. I tuned into Channel Newsasia and there's no news update about it either. Is there some kind of event going on right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another update. I imported every post from my old blog (www.leavemealone-solitude.blogspot.com) into this blog. So you can view all my old posts when I was still in lower Secondary! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for today. I pretty much gamed the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagbox.&lt;br /&gt;Hi Heamen! Hey, we're acquainted so it's alright. Regarding the BBQ, I'm still thinking about it. I might actually go. I don't know. The enthusiasm isn't there, and of course my desire to attend one is long gone. I'll SMS my response to Miss Pang next week.&lt;br /&gt;Hi Xueli! Thanks for the answer! Still a pretty long way to go.. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7675871478342453317?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7675871478342453317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7675871478342453317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7675871478342453317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-layout.html' title='NEW LAYOUT.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-851717154497636365</id><published>2010-01-15T19:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T10:14:39.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PONDER DEEPER.</title><content type='html'>Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking all day long.. About how I'll start my life in ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of every new level or education ended up hilarious or embarrassing for me. For instance.. When I was in Secondary 1, I was very confused. It was my first time in a mixed gender school. Not knowing the correct sitting arrangement, I sat in front of the girls during assembly! Yeah, nobody told me where I'm supposed to sit. Only later, I found out that girls were supposed to sit in front and boys, at the back. How embarrassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, thinking about ITE, I'm a bit worried. I have no friends to tag with. Yeah, I have no idea who's going with me into ITE Central, MacPherson. If you are, please tag, so I can feel more confident.. I chose ITE Central also because I live closer to the CBD area of Singapore, thus less traveling time. I can't wait for the posting results to be released. I really want to be in Games Design and Development! If I can't enter, I have to appeal somehow.. [I heard that the posting results will be released in late January, according to a friend. Is there a confirmed date?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About today.. Well. Everyday, ever since the results release, sucked. I've been living in regret ever since. I try to liven myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Facebook, I saw Miss Pang's notice about a 5B BBQ at 27th February. In the past, I always mentioned how much I wanted a class BBQ for once. Right now, that desire to have one is absolute zero. I wanted a class outing before the results release.. But now, after knowing my results, how can I be in the mood for one? I don't know, man. Since it's a teacher organizing it, I might go.. or not. I lost the 5B spirit. Sorry. Still, I'll organize the future outing at the year 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Facebook.. Everytime I'm in Facebook, I'll always get jealous at least once. It's either someone posting that he got a Blackberry/iTouch or whatever, a PS3/XBOX360 of some sort and of course, the worst of all, someone posting that he got XX points for O level and he can't believe it or something. I'm also avoiding Facebook for the time being until everything about the O level results settles down.. Ugh, I hate this feeling. *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagbox.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Fengying! I was speechless when you called me Bro. Well.. Anyone who's a single child should understand the awesomeness of being called a Bro. Haha. Thank you btw!&lt;br /&gt;Erin! LMAO? What are you referring to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Anyone wanna find a job with me? Or has a job recommendation? I felt I'm glued at home due to my aftershock.. Lmao. Please SMS, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-851717154497636365?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/851717154497636365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/ponder-deeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/851717154497636365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/851717154497636365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/ponder-deeper.html' title='PONDER DEEPER.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8467292750381591876</id><published>2010-01-14T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T20:12:33.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QQ.</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Blogging woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typed a sentence, deleted it, typed a sentence and deleted it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8467292750381591876?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8467292750381591876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/qq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8467292750381591876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8467292750381591876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/qq.html' title='QQ.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4450923253084871540</id><published>2010-01-13T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:21:29.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIEND IS ONLY A WORD.</title><content type='html'>Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 days since the O level results release and so far, I've seen in the newspapers that 2009's O level cohort was the best among all these years. It's good news I guess? So, 2009's O level students have set the bar high, and does that mean next year's Polytechnic COP for courses will be lower? I have no idea.. Why am I even thinking of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been tagging on my tagbox and encouraging me as well. My cousins and old friends from Facebook, likewise. I would like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you very much&lt;/span&gt;. I won't give up just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these years, I never made good decisions. I lost all my friends in Primary school. I lost about 3/4 of my friends before I retained and right now, I don't even want to think about it. It's pretty much on my own now. It makes me think that the word friend, is indeed, only a word. I defined the word, friend, way back. Or maybe I'm a bad person myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to abide by this saying. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust only leads to betrayal.&lt;/span&gt; I swore to myself, never to abide by this saying. But somehow, this saying is being dragged into my brain. It's so painful, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday's around the corner and I also don't want to think about it. I disappointed my Mother enough with my own actions alone. Realistically speaking, I'm the biggest burden in her life right now. She bought me a handphone, which I don't deserve, but she still insists I have it. For my punishment, on my birthday, I shall punch the wall 19 times, to account for my mistakes. Some of you who didn't know, I punish myself by punching the wall. After my birthday, I shall stand and work hard from there on. If there's a Degree cert for Games Design, I'll try to work for it. It's the least I could do to make my only parent, proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty down the whole day. I sighed repeatedly and couldn't laugh at all. I think I can never smile again. I suffered the whole afternoon, laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. Me, saying that I'll stand up and make my Mother proud is all talk. I need to push myself, but nobody's there to give a push. My maid's leaving this year, after serving me for 19 years. My Mother's gonna retire as soon as I found a job, enough to pay for bills and more. After I finished ITE, I have to get enlisted for NS and nobody's taking care of my Mother.. Unless I finally meet my life partner.. My girlfriend.. I don't know, sigh. Life's decisions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a sole breadwinner soon, with this current situation, wow. John, John, John. You have brought down yourself and your family. You ought to be punished. You have better lessen on gaming and focus on studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last chance.. ITE.&lt;br /&gt;I will take it and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4450923253084871540?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4450923253084871540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-is-only-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4450923253084871540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4450923253084871540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-is-only-word.html' title='FRIEND IS ONLY A WORD.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4866175585575106777</id><published>2010-01-11T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:57:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUCK IT UP!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for not updating for quite a while. It's just that the results release was just around the corner and I could not relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day arrived.. AND of course, I was pretty disappointed at myself. It's probably a wake-up call for myself. I tried to think neutral, but it's very hard. I ended up even more hurt than ever. I gotten 28 points, and I'm not even eligible for Nursing in Polytechnic (Why the hell would I even go to Nursing?). I decided to suck it up. I applied for Games Design &amp;amp; Development in ITE College Central, MacPherson Campus. Even though I failed to enter into a Polytechnic, I'm still sharpening up one of my favorite hobbies, Gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people would say that I'm so old and stuff like that. 19 considered old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's a good plan. Assuming I got accepted for Games Design, I have to spend 10 weeks on a preparatory course for Higher Nitec, and for the rest of the year, it'll be modules. I'll be spending 2 years in ITE, and then get enlisted in the NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't be getting a good salary compared to those entering Polytechnics. Maybe I'll be single for life? Haha. The people around me suddenly changed. Because I'm going into ITE? Maybe. I can see for myself, who are really friends and who are just posers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. I'm just gonna regain my composure. I punched my wall several times just now and I think I broke some bones? Haha. I really need to go for boxing lessons. It's harder to type now since it's all just pain. Among everyone, there's only ONE person who messaged me to encourage me, no matter what, all the best for my future (You know who you are). Thank you very much, for being compassionate. I could not express my gratitude enough. I might treat you to a meal one day! Thank you, friend and get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be updating for a few days, cus I need to relax and also cross my fingers that I'll get accepted for Higher Nitec in Games Design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4866175585575106777?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4866175585575106777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/suck-it-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4866175585575106777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4866175585575106777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/suck-it-up.html' title='SUCK IT UP!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8680871462571938115</id><published>2010-01-04T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:20:45.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY COMPUTER FIXED!</title><content type='html'>Good evening people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so.. full of joy today! My gaming computer, which was busted a few days ago, came back with repairs due to warranty. I booted it up, and it was perfect! Somehow, I lost my reflexes and skills at Call of Duty - Modern Warfare 2. I haven't MW2 for like.. 4 days? It's amazing how such a short period actually made me deteriorate in the game..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm addicted to Cruel Temptation, that Korean drama. I have no idea why people said that boys who watched Korean dramas are disgusting. What's wrong with watching a drama? I seriously don't understand. I learned life values from these kind of dramas. Korean dramas, Japanese dramas, Singaporean dramas.. They're all awesome. I do hate some Singaporean dramas though, I do like the current drama at 9pm, which is titled 当我们同在一起. It's an awesome drama from the start, and I foresee some kind of twist at the end. Nevertheless, one of Singapore's better dramas. I also watched Singapore's telemovie, named The Promise. It was awesome for a Singapore production!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing much today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillax and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8680871462571938115?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8680871462571938115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-computer-fixed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8680871462571938115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8680871462571938115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-computer-fixed.html' title='MY COMPUTER FIXED!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4753343368370427316</id><published>2010-01-03T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:41:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 2K10 WISHLIST!</title><content type='html'>What's up, you bastards.. HAH HAH, I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all hyped up for this new year. I'm gonna find a better JOB! A job that pays me enough so that I could purchase all the things I want for this year. So this post will be dedicated to me, showing items that I want badly and WHY I want them! So.. Without further ado, let's BEGIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cruel Temptation (Korean Drama DVD with English Subs!)&lt;br /&gt;Price - &lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="vi-is1-prcp" id="v4-26"&gt;GBP 59.99 [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Approx. $136.01 with FREE POSTAGE]&lt;br /&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.sg/CRUEL-TEMPTATION-Korean-Drama-DVD-English-Subtitles_W0QQitemZ270505903494QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUK_CDsDVDs_DVDs_DVDs_GL?hash=item3efb688586"&gt;ebay.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason - Why I want this so badly.. Well, first of all, I have to say, I FREAKING LOVE this Korean drama. It definitely has to be one of my biggest favorites. I'm emotionally attached with the main protagonist of the drama, named Gu Eun-jae. I couldn't find all the episodes online, I managed to find a few of them, but the gap in between is around 5-10 episodes. I started watching this drama at Episode 20 (I think?), when she drowned to her so-called, death. That's when her plan for revenge started and probably the true beginning of the story. Downside is, this drama has well around 1-129 episodes and Channel U's showing it for 5 days a week ONLY. It's very slow because the story gets more intriguing everytime an episode finishes. I have to get this DVD, BECAUSE IT FUCKING ENDS ON MY BIRTHDAY! (And it's the cheapest on eBay, Poh Kim stores sells cheaper, but shows only Chinese Subs) FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. iPod Classic 160GB&lt;br /&gt;Price - S$388.00 with FREE SHIPPING&lt;br /&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/sg/browse/home/shop_ipod/family/ipod_classic"&gt;apple.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason - I know you guys would be asking.. Why get a Classic when you can get iPhone/iTouch? Very simple.. I already have a phone. I'm currently using a Sony Ericsson &lt;a href="http://www.gsmarena.com/sony_ericsson_yari-review-354.php"&gt;Yari&lt;/a&gt;, which was an advanced birthday present from my mother! So I kept thinking, iTouch apps aren't that interesting anyway (After meddling with Chungaik's, Muhib's and Erin's iPhones/iTouch), and not to mention, a mere 32GB iPhone costs BEASTLY, compared to this 160GB. I wanna watch movies on the go, and because I'm used to watching movies on such small screens (My W910i). I also got 50GBs worth of movies in my computer, along with 10GB worth of music. Somehow, an iPod Classic and my SE Yari looked like a perfect couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Diamond ATI Radeon HD5870 Video Card&lt;br /&gt;Price - US$429.99 [Approx. S$ 603.80]&lt;br /&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://www.tigerdirect.com/applications/searchtools/item-details.asp?EdpNo=5271080&amp;amp;SRCCODE=PRICEGRABBER&amp;amp;cm_mmc_o=2mHCjCVybgwTyz__wyCjCVqHCjCdwwp"&gt;tigerdirect.com&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16814102856"&gt;newegg.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason - What can I say? I'm a computer geek, I want better graphics, better performance for every game I play. This card would probably last me 5-6 years depending on how fast technology advances. I might get this a little later because it's so darn expensive that I might actually get it during Christmas 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. SONY VAIO Laptop&lt;br /&gt;Price - S$700 ~ S$3500+&lt;br /&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.sg/Used-Sony-VAIO-VGN-C21GH-Laptop-Computer-for-Sale_W0QQitemZ180450319947QQcmdZViewItemQQptZLH_DefaultDomain_216?hash=item2a03ad5e4b"&gt;ebay.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://www.sony.com.sg/microsite/vaio/products/vaio_g/vgn_g118gn/index.html"&gt;sony.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason - I have a huge liking for VAIO laptops and the way they look. I might get a regular laptop in the meantime. I just want a laptop that allows me to work fast, play Diablo 2 smoothly and still survive! I might delay this later in the year or even next year, I don't know. Not my top priority though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. New Shirts, New Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Price - Varies&lt;br /&gt;Source - &lt;a href="http://www.dcshoes.com"&gt;dcshoes.com&lt;/a&gt; [Shoes/Caps] and for shirts, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Reason - Well, it's time I hypened up my dress sense because you guys always find me in the same, similar, boring clothes that I wore time and time again. It's time to look better, fresher and more confident. Provided that I'm going to Poly, I DO need a makeover of some sort. Whether I'll get new clothes and accessories, it will depend on my results on the 11-13 January (Thanks Jiemin for providing the info, I should've checked the SEAB website first, but is there a confirmed date? Or we could collect our O level results any day from 11-13 January? A little confused here..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that makes up my wishlist for the rest of this year. HOPEFULLY, I'll get all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.. I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies' looking pretty sad, for a new year. Let's hope that it gets better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillax and peace out, bastards! (Poopsie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4753343368370427316?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4753343368370427316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/2k10-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4753343368370427316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4753343368370427316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/2k10-wishlist.html' title='THE 2K10 WISHLIST!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-1595287658752094651</id><published>2010-01-02T20:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:00:16.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW YEAR?</title><content type='html'>What's up, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.. I have not been updating for AGES! AEONS! GAZILLIONS! I KNOW! I KNOW! I've been playing computer games, watching the latest Korean drama titled Cruel Temptation on Channel U. If you haven't watched it, WATCH IT NOW! I wish that someone would purchase this Cruel Temptation DVD for me on my birthday, but it costs like $140+, so it's FAT HOPE pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also during last month, I had my daily exercise routine. I ran about 6 rounds each day, downstairs at the nearby jogging track. To be honest, I felt lighter and more flexible than usual. HOWEVER, I do not see a change on my bulge. It's still round as EVER! Jogging was tiring, and without much determination and encouragement from anybody (Including my family), I ceased exercising on the 30th, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played back all my past online games, which included Atlantica Online, Flyff, Granado Espada and even MAPLESTORY. I wanted to ask people to join me online, but I figured that everyone might be working their butts off, so I stepped back. I also played some Playstation 2 games, which includes Final Fantasy X, Onimusha 2 &amp;amp; 3, Tekken 5 and much more. Life was never THIS boring during the holidays.. I even wished that school would start earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about school, I'm WAY too eager to know my O level results. BE IT ITE OR POLY, I just want to get my butt to school. Make new friends, hopefully a group of gamers, ESPECIALLY female gamers! But when is the O level results gonna be released? This month I heard, probably Mid-Jan or something, I DON'T KNOW! Someone please confirm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, yeah. I celebrated Christmas with my computer, along with SHAYTARDS and CTFxC on Youtube. It felt lifeless. It reminded of that Japanese dude who married a DS Lite, which has a game on virtual reality girls. Gawd.. In the end, Christmas was just another, well, absolutely normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wishing for a class outing of any sort, be it a chalet, movie screening or just plain wack! I'm beginning to doubt that at least 80% of the class would come for my future gatherings, probably before 2012. Lemme set a date out of random. How about 11th December 2012? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To work my ass off, to find a girlfriend, to get the best fucking computer and to go NS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to mimic the Youtube Vloggers by saying I will vlog everyday till I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL DO MY FUCKING BEST TO BLOG EVERYDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillax and peace out, people _m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-1595287658752094651?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/1595287658752094651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1595287658752094651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1595287658752094651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A NEW YEAR?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-421120172607109339</id><published>2009-12-01T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:35:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick.</title><content type='html'>Alright. I said I'll be updating today (It should be tonight, but it sounds wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's there to update.. Hmm.. Well, I've been playing Modern Warfare 2 for a really long time. From my X-Fire gaming hours count, I've accumulated 38 hours on that game alone. It's really addictive, despite what other PC gamers said about the game. Try it out! I bought 3 games this last month, Modern Warfare 2, Dragon Age - Origins and Persona 4 (WHICH HAS YET TO ARRIVE). Of course.. I have to balance it all.. Social life, gaming life and my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of health.. I started running today. I felt 0 determination to run any further.. So I stopped at 5 rounds of run/walk. I kept pondering. What's missing? I sat down on a bench looking at the sky like an idiot, okay.. I finally thought, I should woo a girl already. But hell, it's the school holidays and I'm partially out of my social life! Social networking doesn't cut it. Aw man. Seriously, if a pretty girl kisses me, I think I could run 20 laps and still perform 50 push-ups man. (Okay, that's was exaggerating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 more days to slim down. UGH. The beginning is so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-421120172607109339?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/421120172607109339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/421120172607109339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/421120172607109339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick.html' title='Quick.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7673151828007192686</id><published>2009-11-18T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:56:34.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/Swa1GCJXgfI/AAAAAAAABVA/V4ah24tzAzg/s1600/DSC01215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/Swa1GCJXgfI/AAAAAAAABVA/V4ah24tzAzg/s400/DSC01215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406207517964861938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah.. Graduation Night.. Prom Night.. GESS Perfect Night 09 or whatever you want to call it. It was my first time wearing a smart casual outfit, and I loved every moment of it. I did not have enough money for other accessories such as a black blazer, chains or whatever. Everyone looked suave, handsome, sexy and gorgeous. These people used their time to put on make up, do whatever they deem necessary and flaunt it in front of everyone. That wasn't the case for me though.. I just wanted to look simple, cus' simplicity is my middle name. I kinda regretted it, I wanted to look awesome, turned out that I looked like a normal person going out. BUT. Whatever the case, I loved my outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was taking pictures. Before that, I was feeling down. I kept moving my glass of Coke in a circular motion, hoping to kill some time. I felt ignored then. To my surprise, some girls wanted to take a picture with me! I was elated, of course. It was this once, I felt that ignorance wasn't bliss. It just sucks. I gotten back my party mood, and of course, messed around with some friends. One thing I didn't liked though, my table wasn't enthusiastic. I liked how 2/3 of my class were having extreme fun, I wanted to join them, but I couldn't bear to leave my table. So I just sat and sightsee. I wished my class was a whole, not fragmented. Well, it's too late anyway. Been there done that, many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the games. They were very creative in this. I enjoyed everything, especially Jessie and Heamen's Bollywood MV! I was laughing with joy all over and couldn't help but be glad that they are together in this, as a school couple, enjoying themselves. I heaved a sigh of positivity. Yeah, sighs. I kept sighing throughout the night, I guess even Chungaik was sick of it. And.. For once, I felt like an old man, no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect the finalé to be just dancing to the beat and singing the Graduation Song by Vitamin C. I thought it would be us singing to the tune of the school song, as one whole graduation cohort and as loudly as possible. Nevertheless, I enjoyed myself, boogied a little and had tremendous fun. I also have to thank Derrick for letting me wear his blazer, I felt awesome in it, but it's more suited for you.. and Mun Tat for lending me his Ray-Bans for me to try on, I loved every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything.. I was a little upset because the whole class wasn't at the stage to take a class photo. "But John, you can't wish for everything", that phrase kept hitting my mind. I guess that 5B wouldn't actually BE 5B after all. It's just a majority of the fragments, and the minority were no where to be found. Took a picture as a fragmented class in the end, and I can't say I don't like the picture, it looks awesome, but WAY more awesome if the whole class was there, and shouting "5B!" while taking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I went home. My friends wanted me to go into a pub, but I refused because I had to meet someone later on. I went home, changed and went to meet Erin. Anything after that is strictly personal =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 5B. A class I'll never forget. Thank you 5B for giving me the best memories of my 6 years in GESS. You people, are fucking loved. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ciao~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7673151828007192686?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7673151828007192686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7673151828007192686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7673151828007192686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-thought.html' title='We thought.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/Swa1GCJXgfI/AAAAAAAABVA/V4ah24tzAzg/s72-c/DSC01215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5507581711292960341</id><published>2009-11-17T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:48:23.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I have a gut feeling that I'll be the only one who won't enjoy the Graduation Night dinner. I hate these feelings.. FML seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5507581711292960341?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5507581711292960341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5507581711292960341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5507581711292960341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-1028223236231975119</id><published>2009-11-16T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:32:01.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/SwAs6iP5csI/AAAAAAAABU4/wIMzTzgoa0E/s1600-h/tumblr_kr2awcyKqJ1qzu4weo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/SwAs6iP5csI/AAAAAAAABU4/wIMzTzgoa0E/s400/tumblr_kr2awcyKqJ1qzu4weo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404368936982115010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The 30 Most Satisfying Simple Pleasures Life Has to Offer.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeping In on a Rainy Day&lt;/strong&gt; – As the rain beats lightly against the window, you nestle your head deeper into your pillow.  The sound is soothing and your bed feels like a sanctuary.  There is no place you would rather be.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finding Money You Didn’t Know You Had&lt;/strong&gt; – You reach into your pocket and find a $20 bill from the last time you wore these jeans.  You aren’t rich, but you are richer than you were a second earlier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making Brief Eye Contact with Someone of the Opposite Sex&lt;/strong&gt; – You pass her on the street or in the subway.  She glances up at you momentarily, making direct eye contact in a way that seems to communicate a subtle curiosity.  For a split second it makes you think… and then it’s gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skinny Dipping&lt;/strong&gt; – There is something mysteriously liberating about being naked in a body of water.  You are naked, but it feels natural, a sense of unrefined freedom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receiving a Real Letter or Package via Snail Mail&lt;/strong&gt; – E-mail has become the primary source of written communication.  Most snail mail these days is junk mail.  When you check the mail and find a real letter or package from someone you know, excitement overtakes you as you tear into this rare gift.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making the Yellow Light&lt;/strong&gt; - It’s one of the most common simple pleasures, the act of beating the pack.  As you blaze through the yellow light you glance in your rearview to see all the cars behind you stopping at the red light.  Yes!  You made it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telling a Funny or Interesting, True Story&lt;/strong&gt; - One of the most enticing roles you lead in life is that of the storyteller.  You love to share stories, especially those that will captivate your audience with deep curiosity and humor.  There are few things more satisfying than telling a true story that others enjoy listening to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing a Friend Stumble Over Himself&lt;/strong&gt; – As you walk across the street with your friend, he fails to accurately address the curb on the other side.  He trips and stumbles around momentarily before regaining his footing, then swiftly attempts to play it off like nothing happened.  This can be a hilarious sight if the moment is right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hearing the Right Song at the Right Moment&lt;/strong&gt; - It doesn’t matter what the setting is, hearing the right song for that moment is one of those simple pleasures in life that instantly lifts your spirits. You could be driving home from work, hanging out at a bar with friends, or jogging. When the right song rattles your ear drums the entire meaning of life seems crystal clear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Sip of a Beverage When You’re Thirsty&lt;/strong&gt; – You just finished mowing the lawn or taking a long jog.  The only thing on your mind is an ice-cold glass of water.  When you are really, really thirsty, that first sip of any liquid beverage is sheer bliss.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catching a Glimpse of Bare Skin on the Opposite Sex&lt;/strong&gt; – For guys, it’s when the waitress bends over a little too far.  For girls it’s seeing that buff guy in a Speedo.  Either way, when you see a bit more skin than you were expecting on the opposite sex, you can’t help but to smirk on the inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saying the Same Thing Simultaneously&lt;/strong&gt; – There is a moment of silence.  Then all of the sudden you and your friend blurt out the same exact set of words simultaneously.  This rare occurrence is something to smile about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pull-Through Parking Spot&lt;/strong&gt; – You pull into a parking spot and are delighted to see the availability of the parking spot immediately in front of you.  You pull through to the spot in front so that when you return to the car you can drive forward out of the parking spot.  Why?  Because driving backwards is a pain in the butt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizing You Have More Time to Sleep&lt;/strong&gt; – Something abruptly awakens you and you think it’s time to get up.  Then you squint over at your alarm clock and realize you still have 2 more hours to sleep.  A warm euphoric feeling shoots though your body as you glide gracefully back to your dreams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People Watching&lt;/strong&gt; – Sitting there on your bench you can see people in every direction.  Tall people, small people, thin and plump.  Blond, brunette, and redhead alike.  Each of them has a different stride and a unique expression.  As you drift from body to body you are mesmerized by what you see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Putting On Clothes Straight from the Dryer&lt;/strong&gt; – As soon as the dryer buzzes, you pull out your clothes and put them on.  They feel soothingly warm on your skin and emit a fresh-scented aroma into the air.  A sentiment of ease comes over you as you head out to conquer the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Familiar Smell&lt;/strong&gt; – You just pulled into your parent’s driveway and opened the car door.  You haven’t been home in a long while.  You smell familiarity in the air, the scent of a large pine tree in the neighbor’s yard.  As you head through the front door, more familiar smells consume your senses.  Gosh, it feels good to be home…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Feeling You Get When Your Idea Works&lt;/strong&gt; – You have been struggling to resolve a complex problem all day and you just can’t seem to get it right.  Filled with frustration, you decide to exercise one last idea before calling it a night.  You’ve had many ideas before that failed miserably… but this time it works.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fresh, Clean Bed Sheets&lt;/strong&gt; – You yank at the corner of the bedspread to create just enough space to slide your body under the freshly cleaned sheets.  The sheets feel cool to the touch.  Everything seems so clean, like nobody has ever slept in this bed before.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Beautiful View&lt;/strong&gt; – As the car veers around the side of the mountain you gaze out the passenger window.  It’s a clear, sunny day and you can see the entire valley below filled with wild flowers and bright green vegetation.  The scenery reminds you of something you once saw in National Geographic.  But here it is live, right before your eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminiscing About Old Times with Your Closest Friends&lt;/strong&gt; – Pink Floyd once said “the memories of a man in his old age are the deeds of a man in his prime”.  There is no simple pleasure more satisfying than recounting the greatest moments of your life with your closest friends who lived these moments alongside you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Receiving an Unexpected Compliment&lt;/strong&gt; – It’s been an average day.  Nothing really great has happened, but nothing terrible occurred either.  This monotonous day has put you in a dreary mood.  Unexpectedly, an older, attractive lady taps you on the shoulder, calls you “handsome” and says she loves your shirt.  The day just got a whole lot better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having a Good Laugh&lt;/strong&gt; – Laughter is the greatest cure of all.  Life is extraordinary in the moments when you are laughing so hard you can barely breathe.  These moments of deep laughter are divine in the sense that they cleanse your mood and set your mind on a positive track.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Feeling After a Healthy Workout&lt;/strong&gt; - It’s a giddy feeling of self accomplishment; the one true activity that actually makes you feel better and look better simultaneously. When you walk out the front door of the gym you are on top of the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Celebration in the Instant Something Makes Sense&lt;/strong&gt; – Even now that it has explained to you for the third time, you just don’t understand how it works.  Everyone else seems to understand but you.  Then out of the blue the dots connect in your mind.  You finally get it, and it feels great!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relaxing Outdoors on a Sunny Day&lt;/strong&gt; – As you relax sprawled out in a lawn chair, the sun warms your skin and a light breeze keeps the temperature comfortable.  Birds are chirping merrily in the trees behind you.  You are at complete peace with the environment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding Hands with Someone You Love&lt;/strong&gt; – Every time she grabs your hand you are overcome with an awareness of how much she means to you.  Holding hands is sensual and physically intimate, yet subtle.  There are few people you allow to hold your hand, so when it happens you can be sure that the moment is special.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing in the Water&lt;/strong&gt; – Water marvels people of all ages.  From jumping in puddles as a child, to doing cannon balls in the pool as an adolescent, to enjoying a cocktail in the Jacuzzi as an adult… water is enjoyable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Making Someone Smile&lt;/strong&gt; – You notice that your colleague has been under a great deal of stress with meeting a deadline, so you take it upon yourself to complete one of her indirect responsibilities for her.   As soon as she realizes what you did, she comes into your office with a big smile on her face.  “Thank you”, she says.  You just hit two birds with one stone, because making her smile just made your day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finishing What You Started&lt;/strong&gt; – You just finished up a big project you’ve been working on for the last few months, or maybe you just finished your first marathon… Either way, you finalized what you set out to accomplish.  The feeling of self accomplishment you get when you finish what you started is by far one of the most rewarding simple pleasures life has to offer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/2008/03/23/the-30-most-satisfying-simple-pleasures-life-has-to-offer/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-1028223236231975119?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/1028223236231975119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1028223236231975119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1028223236231975119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/SwAs6iP5csI/AAAAAAAABU4/wIMzTzgoa0E/s72-c/tumblr_kr2awcyKqJ1qzu4weo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-6662104393605333304</id><published>2009-11-15T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:25:24.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bought</title><content type='html'>Yeah! I finally bought my graduation night clothes, well except for the belt but all is well! (Thanks Chungaik and Boon Keat for accompanying ya!) I tried it out, though I looked a lil baggy (Should have went to alter it, argh) and I looked awesome! MUAHAHA. I can't wait for the night to come.. Man.. So near yet so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna play some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I wanna share a video of a FEMALE GAMER! Can you believe it? A female gamer who pwns way more than me. *cries* Even if you're not a CoD4 fan, do watch the editing and listen. It's kinda awesome! Any female gamers out there? I WANNA DATE YOU! LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRVHzF1O0K4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRVHzF1O0K4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-6662104393605333304?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/6662104393605333304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/bought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6662104393605333304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6662104393605333304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/bought.html' title='Bought'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5356247485858802636</id><published>2009-11-13T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T23:26:43.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Massacre</title><content type='html'>A scene in Modern Warfare 2, which really gave me the creeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RQ20f2LBwQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1RQ20f2LBwQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have not bought MW2 yet, because all my money is being spent on graduation night clothes. I think I'll be wearing a black long-sleeved buttoned shirt, a pair of dark jeans (Anyone wondered whether a formal shirt goes well with a pair of jeans?), a white or silver tie, a white belt and sneakers maybe.. I know, you must be wondering why am I so nervous and picky over my selection of clothes.. I haven't dressed formally yet, it's my first time and I want to make sure it's my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to MW2.. I downloaded a pirated version of MW2, with no multiplayer support, which sucks. The campaign was awesome. If you played its predecessor CoD4:MW, MW2 is a sequel. So much backstabbing, drama and it almost felt like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to buy it though, it costs a whooping $70 bucks! Can you believe that? Normal PC games only cost about 49.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough of me boring you with games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my wallpaper for November. Some changes though.. Computer's on life support now. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/Sv16huyIZDI/AAAAAAAABUw/ACyBUqwoyFw/s1600-h/Wallpaper13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/Sv16huyIZDI/AAAAAAAABUw/ACyBUqwoyFw/s400/Wallpaper13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403609847827031090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5356247485858802636?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5356247485858802636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-massacre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5356247485858802636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5356247485858802636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/crazy-massacre.html' title='Crazy Massacre'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/Sv16huyIZDI/AAAAAAAABUw/ACyBUqwoyFw/s72-c/Wallpaper13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8747734652938735175</id><published>2009-11-13T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T17:07:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero - Skillet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/avUTaohfc3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/avUTaohfc3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a step away&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a breath away&lt;br /&gt;Losing my faith today&lt;br /&gt;Falling off the edge today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a man&lt;br /&gt;Not superhuman&lt;br /&gt;I'm not superhuman&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me from the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another war&lt;br /&gt;Just another family torn&lt;br /&gt;Falling from my faith today&lt;br /&gt;Just a step from the edge&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in the world we live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero to save me now&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero, save me now&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero to save my life&lt;br /&gt;A hero will save me just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta fight today&lt;br /&gt;To live another day&lt;br /&gt;Speaking my mind today&lt;br /&gt;My voice will be heard today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta make a stand&lt;br /&gt;But I am just a man&lt;br /&gt;I'm not superhuman&lt;br /&gt;My voice will be heard today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just another war&lt;br /&gt;Just another family torn&lt;br /&gt;My voice will be heard today&lt;br /&gt;It's just another kill&lt;br /&gt;The countdown begins to destroy ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero to save me now&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero, save me now&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero to save my life&lt;br /&gt;A hero will save me just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero to save my life&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero, just in time&lt;br /&gt;Save me just in time&lt;br /&gt;Save me just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna fight for what's right?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna help us survive?&lt;br /&gt;We're in the fight of our lives&lt;br /&gt;And we're not ready to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna fight for the weak?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna make 'em believe?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a hero, I've got a hero&lt;br /&gt;Living in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fight for what's right&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm speaking my mind&lt;br /&gt;And if it kills me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I will be ready to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero's not afraid to give his life&lt;br /&gt;A hero's gonna save me just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero to save me now&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero, save me now&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero to save my life&lt;br /&gt;A hero will save me just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I need a hero)&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna fight for what's right?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna help us survive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I need a hero)&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna fight for the weak?&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna make 'em believe?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hero&lt;br /&gt;A hero's gonna save me just in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Jen Ledger is hawt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8747734652938735175?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8747734652938735175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-skillet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8747734652938735175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8747734652938735175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/hero-skillet.html' title='Hero - Skillet'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8970514353535056111</id><published>2009-11-11T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:04:24.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revitalised</title><content type='html'>Heh, the examinations have ended, at last. I've been waiting for this day, for ages! Finally, I finished my 6-year Secondary life and I'm not embarrassed to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it ITE or Polytechnic, I'm still not giving up. I'm having doubts about heading into Polytechnic because I flunked my Social Studies. I took a huge risk by just concentrating on 1 topic. Turned out, it did not come out any of the 3 SEQs. On the History side, it was a risk worth taking. I concentrated on Stalin and it came out as the first SEQ. I was so damn happy, but thinking that Social Studies would be a sure fail, my hopes died. Whether there would be a moderation or not, me going either ITE or Polytechnic is fine with me. My mother supported me in my decision. So I'm just gonna wait for a few more months for the results release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has a job recommendation, please recommend me! I have no experience yet though, cus I only did neighborhood jobs such as cleaning cars, stacking in NTUC supermarkets which is totally boring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Wednesday is Graduation Night.. Man, I can't wait. Everyone is gonna be in their super hot, super sexy and super suave formal wears. It's gonna be awesome. I do hope that there's a class photo taking, it would be awesome. I hope I'm lucky enough to take a picture with a girl, which only happened in my dreams. Lmao. Whatever. I'm just gonna bring the roof down! (Not really bringing the roof down, like having fun or something, haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW IS ANYONE GOING OUT TO PURCHASE GRADUATION NIGHT CLOTHES? If you do, please ask me to tag along! Cus I'm always stuck in my hole and not too familiar with the world outside! If nobody is free, oh well, I'll have to suck it up and purchase it on my own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S HAVE A MERRY GOOD GRADUATION NIGHT AND SING THE SCHOOL SONG OUT FUCKING LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8970514353535056111?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8970514353535056111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/revitalised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8970514353535056111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8970514353535056111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/11/revitalised.html' title='Revitalised'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-6018876896512727998</id><published>2009-10-23T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:02:58.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>Can I borrow an external hard-drive from anyone? Only for a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-6018876896512727998?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/6018876896512727998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6018876896512727998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6018876896512727998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5578791772215950822</id><published>2009-10-19T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:55:25.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscence is the remedy to nothing.</title><content type='html'>Alright, I shall update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been rather.. depressing. My school life officially ended on last Friday. I did everything that I rarely do during this year like disturbing friends, playing around and much more. Mr Kwan received his retirement *something* during assembly that day. The D&amp;amp;T students and I were elated! We took a group picture together, with other D&amp;amp;T students as well to commemorate his retirement. Happy retirement Mr Kwan, rest assured we'll do well for our D&amp;amp;T theory papers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I had to rush home quickly to attend a relative's funeral (It was the first funeral I attended). It was my father's brother's wife, probably my Aunt I guess? I know, I suck at memorizing a family tree.. Whatever. It was a depressing sight, really. It was my first time being at a Chinese funeral. I had to wear a white shirt and a blue patch, with was pinned onto my right short sleeve. I had to perform, with other relatives, numerous rituals and prayers. Haha, I'm still feeling the pain from kneeling down continuously. For the whole day, my face was dull. Because when someone I know passes away, I get very emotional.. But being realistic, how can one actually feel happy in a funeral? During a ritual, I saw my Aunt in the casket, and I just cried a little. I'm gonna miss her, really. She cooks very well and she's a very devoted mother to her children..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I reached at 9am+ at the funeral for the cremation ceremony. We had to do some rituals again, probably to pay our respects I guess. Then a musical troop comes in and plays. When the children need to carry their mother's casket, we were told to turn around. After that, we have to walk with the crowd and the troop. After walking for awhile, we head up into the bus and head to the crematorium. While at there, we have to some final rituals because Aunt gets cremated. During cremation ceremony, everyone was crying. I cried too, it was just.. a depressing sight.. After that, we returned to Ubi for lunch and headed back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I had a reminiscence. I felt awkward not attending Suying's funeral in the USA months ago. I missed her so much.. There's simply no way I could forget her. I have to, one day though. Reminiscence is the remedy to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Life's obstacles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about life's obstacles, I watched Project Hope earlier on and once again, felt depressed at the amount of people who died. Some people would say that 2012 is really the harbinger of doom, but I would, on the other hand, suck it up and pray for the deceased souls. Instead of losing hope and REALLY hoping 2012 is death, help others. Vietnam, Philippines and now Thailand because of a mere grenade or bomb which killed numerous. These people are innocent and they don't deserve to die! Even babies died. This had had to be the worst week ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're lucky in Singapore, because no disaster could reach us. The countries surrounding us are our punching bags. Guys, if you treasure your life, live it to the fullest. Be optimistic and compassionate. People outside our country are suffering greatly, while you're here, playing games, complaining about your life and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dearest Aunt and those who passed away during the disasters, please rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5578791772215950822?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5578791772215950822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminiscence-is-remedy-to-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5578791772215950822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5578791772215950822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/reminiscence-is-remedy-to-nothing.html' title='Reminiscence is the remedy to nothing.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-1678712189130153701</id><published>2009-10-12T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:26:35.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewildered.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I have no idea.. what I'm gonna blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academics? Grr.. Really, I wish the examinations end soon. I want to work ASAP. This school life is driving me crazy. I heard that the O levels aren't that hard and I wasn't sure whether it's true or not. Seems unbelievable. Look at what the school's doing. Cramming every shit into a single day, and it continues day by day. Look at the "Ship" so-called self study sessions. I wanted to attend it and guess what. Nobody's there. For the past few days, no one attended it (Unless it's situated at a different venue, but there's no announcement for it). I guess it failed. There was a Social Studies consultation earlier today, but I didn't want to attend it.. because it's done by a teacher whom I can't understand (I'm not saying he's bad at teaching or whatever, it's just that his accent wanna make me doze off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage? I'm encouraged by tons of people, my friends, even Miss Pang, my past friends and Big Sister Erin (Haha, sounds so.. so wrong. Don't bash me eh?). I have the courage to face the dreaded O levels.. But is my mind mentally encouraged? Well, Humanities is blocking the path. Seriously, screw you Humanities. I wanted to take Literature, but you rejected me, you pile of cunt. UGH. Life's so unfair, since the beginning of Secondary school life. Sigh. Sigh. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm? Hey, I got no charm at all. Look at me. I look like some lowly old pervert who preys on girls (Ugh, that was a joke). Whatever the case, there will always be stereotypes depicting that fat and obese people have no charm, not a single bit. Being obese is so scary. You'll have people who look way better than you by a million folds, stare at you and like "SWOOOOSH" you away. Gosh, egoistic very much? Sigh, people who judge books by their CONTENT are SCARCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noticed how I relate my post to the daily status of Persona 3? Haha, I received my Playstation 2 on Saturday by a really friendly seller. His name was Colin and he had good manners. And also credits to Muhib for hunting that PS2 for me! I had lots of fun during the weekend. Although I'm five years late, it beats having to pay so much in the past than now. Unfortunately, I requested my mum to confiscate my PS2 controllers, so that I'm unable to play. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a song, for the lovers out there! (Actually, I hope to see a good cover of this song..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="230"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYp0GVzmLgY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="230"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: 1234 - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin' than I've ever had&lt;br /&gt;Make it all better when I'm feelin' sad&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I'm special even when I know I'm not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Barely gettin' mad, I'm so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love bein' around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words for you I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me more lovin' from the very start&lt;br /&gt;Piece me back together when I fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me things you never even tell your closest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel good when I hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;Best that I've had, I'm so glad that I found you&lt;br /&gt;I love bein' around you&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's as easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words for you I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it easy, it's easy as 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Three words for you I love you&lt;br /&gt;There's only one way to say&lt;br /&gt;Those three words and that's what I'll do, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-1678712189130153701?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/1678712189130153701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/bewildered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1678712189130153701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1678712189130153701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/bewildered.html' title='Bewildered.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-6944258507317561049</id><published>2009-10-07T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:20:00.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring day!</title><content type='html'>What a tiring day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit down today.. Cus I gotten a 28/80 for the Maths Mock Examination. I was sad though, cus I really did study for the examination, but I happened to forget all of it again! Please.. Please don't say I'm lying, cus I really did study. I was probably the lowest in the class, judging by Mr Chui's comment. But he was a good guy, because when I asked him for help, he said, "What happened to you?" and also added that I should work hard and stuff like that. It was encouraging, really. Jerome and Muhib also encouraged me to strive on! Thanks guys and Mr Chui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kung WAS definitely disappointed! Yeah, it was really weird that everyone did their Maths Paper so fast, and I was probably the of the last few guys in Mr Chui's group who was still doing it. I skipped a horribly easy Algebra question, and Mr Kung FINALLY scolded me for it. I had to stay back after the paper to do some Algebra revision. Muhib was kind enough to stay back and help me a little. But you know what's the irony? I'm able to do all the exercises on the assessment book he lent me, BUT I'M TOTALLY LOST AT HOW TO APPLY IT INTO THE QUESTION! After 2 hours of intensive revision, finally, I'm able to do it. I probably will fail the Maths Paper 1 again.. But this time, I learned a valuable lesson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied with Jerome till 7pm in the evening. As always, studying in the evening rocks, cus nobody's disturbing you. Peace and quiet. Oh, and if anyone wanna study with me and Jerome, please do come, though a maximum of 4 people would be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With O levels around the corner.. I can't help it but to make use of every opportunities around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. In short, I woke up. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-6944258507317561049?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/6944258507317561049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6944258507317561049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/6944258507317561049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiring-day.html' title='Tiring day!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8292876235835461925</id><published>2009-10-06T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:15:42.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an interesting day!</title><content type='html'>As above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/starts rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Here it goes.. It was raining today. It wasn't an ordinary rain. The wind was so strong that a shelter alone, wasn't able to cover me fully. It was raining so heavily that you could not see the buildings. I was paranoid for a second.. I really thought it was a disaster or something. But well, the weather ended kinda fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at school, Miss Pang told a group of selected students (I was one of them.. Unfortunately..) that they must stay back after school every single day from 2.4o/2.00pm to 5.00pm, 6th to 23th October. Which immediately concludes.. No study break for these selected students. Now, with the afternoon consultations, workshops and APs, there would be clashes for these students.. Honestly, I feel that all these extra lessons are just being stuffed into our schedule, without thinking. To add-on, the after-school self-study at the heritage room, well, was really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so warm, with only two fans. The lights were so glaring, and releases heat as well. The tables were so DAMN small. The tables cum chair, 2-in-1, in the AVA room. It just.. feels really crammed, but I'm able to get accustomed to it. I would rather study in a void deck, despite not having any fans at all. Apparently, there were two groups, one called Ship and the other, Dragon. We were the "Ship", and it didn't feel like one. Wasn't it supposed to be called a Junk? On the other hand, Dragon was studying in an air-conditioned room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture a Ship. It should be cooling, as there are waters everywhere. Picture a Dragon. It breathes scorching flames and it's very warm. Get the irony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/ends rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8292876235835461925?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8292876235835461925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-interesting-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8292876235835461925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8292876235835461925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-interesting-day.html' title='What an interesting day!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7757967949668798662</id><published>2009-10-04T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:35:56.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful.</title><content type='html'>Yup, life is beautiful, FOR ME, that is. Whenever things are going badly, I'll always try to make myself happy. Well, definitely not by drinking or any other similar ones.. Life is always unfair, but still, I suck it up, like a sponge. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days been rather hectic, well, except for Friday.. Lessons ended quite late on Friday, like around 5 pm. Not to mention, it was already peak hours. As a result, I ended up standing while almost everyone sat on their comfy seats. My legs were aching already, and I had to meet Erin later that night. I tolerated. I reached home, washed up, ate dinner and went to meet Erin. Surprisingly, she brought a friend, a female one. I wondered what was gonna happen.. Cus I have a soft spot for females. At the end of our study session, she suddenly said, "Let's overcome your weakness for girls!". For 30 minutes, we did not have sex (I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING!). We merely just made eye contact to each other, for 30 MINUTES. I did perspire a lot. After a while, I'm like.. "Hey, it's not that bad after all..". Right now, I think I can face girls with a lot more confidence now! Thanks Erin and her friend, Huiyi (I think?), owe you guys one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday. Heh. Initially, I thought the F9 students were taught by Mr Auyong, being the only reason why I came yesterday. As Vice-Principal, he should be able to a better job that most teachers right? However, I was tricked. They did not say that the N(A) and Express students would be split up! Seriously! And what's with this stereotype about N(A) students behaving badly? The AVA room is so huge, really, there's no reason why both streams should be split up.. In the end, our teacher was Miss Tho. She was alright, I think? Lots of students told me that she digresses frequently, but yesterday, she digressed a little..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, what a shitload of fuck. I don't know.. I just hate being tricked, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is suffering now.. Tsunamis, earthquakes, MISSILES BEING FUCKING LAUNCHED IN NORTH KOREA. Seriously, were the North Koreans out of their minds? A single nuclear missile alone could cause radiation up to a thousand folds! You know what? Screw North Korea, and South Korea FTW. What's with all these nuclear businesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more weeks to O levels.. I'm scared already. 6 years in Gan Eng Seng School, and I'm only doing my O levels now. Lmao. Friends of friends! Please encourage each other to revise! I have to agree with Mrs Tan's quote. Friends succeed together, not alone! Teamwork for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7757967949668798662?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7757967949668798662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7757967949668798662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7757967949668798662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is beautiful.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4487443851988049502</id><published>2009-09-30T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:35:32.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revitalised!</title><content type='html'>Hey you readers! I apologise for taking a break from blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's not much to say.. Mainly, life after the holidays was pretty much, crazy. After much meddling with Facebook, I found out truly, who are my friends and who are not. It was disheartening but I had to do it. You know, it doesn't really pay to be kind. You get all these shitty returns for what you have done for them. The worst thing is, they don't recognise your efforts. I'm not saying that we should be recognised for every single deed we done, but the least they could do is at least stop being ignorant. I also hate it when people do not say, "Thank you" or whatever after you helped them. It's a simple thing really, but still, basic manners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks to sacrifice, and I'll have 3-4 months of gaming! Isn't that awesome? I finally stopped gaming today. Yesterday, I was still playing, and I thought, "I must be out of my mind..". So I started compiling all my notes, so that I'll have an easier time! It sucks to live so far away from school, I wanted to stay at school longer, but 5 pm onwards, buses get really crammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's October already. How time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a new quote from a friend of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you start whining about your problem, think of compassion." - Erin Lau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was rather angry today.. Cus her boyfriend was complaining of the food in a particular restaurant. I guess that's how she came up with the quote.. Haha! Chill Erin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4487443851988049502?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4487443851988049502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/revitalised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4487443851988049502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4487443851988049502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/revitalised.html' title='Revitalised!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4855799753095243991</id><published>2009-09-29T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:09:59.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reopening soon.</title><content type='html'>Gonna open the blog again after a few more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4855799753095243991?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4855799753095243991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/reopening-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4855799753095243991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4855799753095243991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/reopening-soon.html' title='Reopening soon.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7379622694168956651</id><published>2009-09-09T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:40:29.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary.</title><content type='html'>Blog on hiatus until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;Might be the last.. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7379622694168956651?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7379622694168956651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/temporary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7379622694168956651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7379622694168956651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/temporary.html' title='Temporary.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7884383847571953528</id><published>2009-09-06T20:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:09:39.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Sunday evar.</title><content type='html'>My maid had to attend the church today.. So I was busy doing household chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only then I realize after I finished all my chores how lonely I am. I tried sleeping, but couldn't. I tried playing computer games, but lost my interest soon after. It was so darn boring, with no one to talk to. I logged into MSN, but I couldn't find a person to chat with. So far, the best chat I had was with Muhib, because he's a gamer and I'm one too so there's that common topic to chat about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I did was read blogs. Most were dead, most were not interesting and only a handful were engaging. Gosh, that can't even occupy my afternoon. So I started studying, and again, stopped. I have no interest in studying now because I told myself, that I'll start when Monday arrives. I was bored, for the whole afternoon. Then I decided to mod my game, which is The Elder Scrolls IV - Oblivion, but the download speeds for the mods were so crappy, I jizzed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had to be one of my most bored Sundays ever.. I tried calling some friends. Erin had to go out with her boyfriend. Justin had to repair his XBOX 360 at some distant shop.. I logged into Call of Duty 4 - Modern Warfare's multiplayer, and I got owned like crazy. I even went to search for more household chores to perform but can't find any. MMORPGs.. Argh, don't even talk about them, they had never made my day ever since extremists started popping out from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up and just went down to chill out. Gosh, what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about lots of stuff. I still owe Mum $80 for buying Diskeeper (A defragment program for computers) and $20 for Atlantica Online (I bought it for fun). I have $50 with me now, I still have to trim my hair for $7 at the neighborhood barber. I think I'll return her money at the end of this month. I thought about love (Lol, seriously). I seriously think I'm desperate for love (Not sex). I just want to love someone, care for someone and buy gifts for her. But before that, I think there's is something wrong with me.. Maybe that thick tyre and a pair of male boobs? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about Prom Night. The thought about attending a formal occasion sends shivers down my spine. I don't know what to wear! I wanted to wear a pair of dark jeans, a dark shirt with sleeves and white leather shoes. I have to purchase a belt as well.. It sucks when you don't go out often and always wearing the same sets everytime. If only secondary school here is like high school in the US. That would totally rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that thoughts.. I just walked around. Nothing much, no clouds, nothing. It was so damp and cold that it seemed like I'm in a post-apocalyptic age. Talk about Fallout 3.. Damn, I hope our future isn't like that.. I walked up thinking how my maid would be doing. She's still so weak, yet she has to send money to her family in Manila and then attend church. She went home early, feeling dizzy as usual. But she's stronger than ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is also rather boring now.. That's nothing much to do though.. Doing quizzes most of the time, posting my status (And nobody really gives a damn..) and accepting friend requests. I logged into Friendster, and it's pretty much dead. Then now, I'm watching Charlie's Angels - Full Throttle on Channel 5, which I watched like umpteen times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN.. The most boring Sunday I ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7884383847571953528?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7884383847571953528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/worst-sunday-evar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7884383847571953528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7884383847571953528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/worst-sunday-evar.html' title='Worst Sunday evar.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8907608996350431147</id><published>2009-09-05T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:58:05.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't sleep.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;A lot's been bugging me lately.&lt;br /&gt;I shall use this September holiday to regain my composure.&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. Don't you think that for the rest of our lives, we'll be packed with work all day long? Think about it, if you're a male, you have to be the sole breadwinner of the family and work your butt off every single day and maybe spend the weekend with your family. If you're a female, you either work or care. Unless you have a child, you'll be working as well. So it's likewise for male and female. So the only period where we can enjoy life to the fullest is after our retirement. Life is weird, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, you have to be happy with what you are doing. As long as you love your job, nothing matters right? Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder what the future holds for me.. Will we be living in a robotic and futuristic world, where traditions are vanished, humans evolved into cyborgs. I do not want that kind of life. Somehow, I feel that technology is advancing way too fast. I would rather stick to traditions, than rely on robots all day long. The fruits of hardwork is always sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to travel.. I want to explore mother nature and its beautiful landscapes.. One day, maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh if you haven't read yesterday's post, please do.. It's below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning (Haha..) and peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8907608996350431147?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8907608996350431147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8907608996350431147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8907608996350431147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-7888058499370754581</id><published>2009-09-04T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:42:21.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressful week ahead!</title><content type='html'>So.. Term 3 has ended. I never expected it to be so soon. I'm finally gonna take my O levels in a month's time. Time had been a bitch. Simply put, time was insufficient. I have yet to brush up on my Humanities, Maths and Chemistry. I have no problems with the rest, just those 3. Gonna exercise as well, to try and lose as much pounds I can before the prom night. Btw, I know it's unusual of me to say this, but if anyone needs a studying partner (Although I'm not much of a help, cus I suck at those 3), please hit me up. Preferably afternoon till night. I'm a quiet guy so you can ensure silence. (Of course, if you have no interest in revision, don't bother asking me out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my English papers today. Paper 1 was so-so. The questions were suitable for my current situation, and I chose question 1, which was a personal recount (One of my favorite questions). I had a lot to write for this question, which resulted me writing 679 words. It's my first time writing and exceeding the word count range. I don't know whether I'll get penalized for it but I certainly put in my 100%. Situational writing was a change.. The format was in speech form. I was glad, because I was left with so little time and my hands were aching badly. I managed to finish both sections in time, I did a word count but did not have enough time to scan for errors. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed up to the library for a lil chill out session, only to realised that I was a few minutes late for the next paper. I'm sure I was not informed that the paper will start at 10.20am, maybe I was sleeping. Paper 2 was a pain in the ass. I managed to answer all the questions, but I'm certain I'll fail paper 2 ONCE AGAIN. I wrote my summary, in a rather robotic response. Once again and again, insufficient time for checking right after I finished my summary. Sucks to be me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home for a lil afternoon nap. I remembered what Mrs Benjamin told the class during the workshop. That if you took afternoon naps, you're most likely to fall asleep during that period of time. Having heard that, I took my final afternoon nap. I decided, NO AFTERNOON NAPS THIS HOLIDAY! I hope to abide by it.. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-7888058499370754581?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/7888058499370754581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/stressful-week-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7888058499370754581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/7888058499370754581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/stressful-week-ahead.html' title='Stressful week ahead!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-4337893394412474298</id><published>2009-09-03T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:34:37.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky? Or not lucky?</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Jiemin! Best wishes and best of luck for your O levels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for a bus for like 20 minutes. It was really long and the bus stop was accumulating numbers. The first bus came, and guess what. I was left behind! I have no choice, because if I waited for another bus to arrive, it would be 10 pm already. As you see, taking buses isn't easy, and there's only like a 20% chance that you'll be left behind (Like me). I had to take a cab instead. The cab fare costs a whooping $9, inclusive of some peak hour charges, and it should be around $10. Seriously, I should start taking the MRT whenever there's a time constrain. And great, there goes my weekly pocket money. Oh well, life's like that. But on the bright side, I had a great chat with the cab uncle and he gave me some encouragement for my upcoming examinations! How nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my combined science practical. I have to admit, it was pretty hard. The Physics practical was a bit tough to understood at first, and I took quite a while. It has a similar concept to what I done in the past, with some alterations. I already lost a mark, because I forgotten to leave my recordings in 3 significant figures. I might get dissed by Mr Chan again, who knows, like that time during the single period Physics, I got dissed because I drew the wrong axis. It was embarrassing and not to mention, people around me were laughing. It's probably a tactic used so that you'll never commit the same mistake again. Somehow, I did it again. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry practical was alright. It's straightforward, it's only that I can't answer the theory questions. Other than that, it was fine. I went out of the lab looking like some guy who failed his O levels.. Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the English workshop after my lunch. Communication failure, because some people told me it was 12 noon, and some 12.30 pm. As usual, her lesson was awesome. This is what life should be about, fun and laughter. But I was so tired after that. Maybe the laughter was too epic for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-4337893394412474298?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/4337893394412474298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-jiemin-best-wishes-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4337893394412474298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/4337893394412474298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-jiemin-best-wishes-and.html' title='Lucky? Or not lucky?'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-5129476694686070150</id><published>2009-08-29T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:01:28.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be satisfied.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be satisfied that you are spending money while others can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be satisfied that you are able to eat while others can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be satisfied that you are able to see a doctor while others can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be satisfied that you gotten good grades while others struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be satisfied that you are able to use all of your five senses while others can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be satisfied that you can travel while others can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be satisfied with your looks because others can't wish for their looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And most importantly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be satisfied that you are alive because there are others suffering out there.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In short..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too much of a good thing isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;Be satisfied with what you have now and quit whining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. No. I'm not pointing this out to anyone. I just feel that we.. the people need to be more compassionate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-5129476694686070150?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/5129476694686070150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-satisfied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5129476694686070150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/5129476694686070150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-satisfied.html' title='Be satisfied.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-2808439783382111653</id><published>2009-08-27T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:23:58.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting day.</title><content type='html'>As September is approaching.. I shall post my September wallpaper now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/SpaR4RtK7WI/AAAAAAAABUo/fvP8W51K8AU/s1600-h/Wallpaper12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/SpaR4RtK7WI/AAAAAAAABUo/fvP8W51K8AU/s400/Wallpaper12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374643601324830050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it be really cool. A blue DNA ribbon, it just looks so fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, someone was really elated. He told me something, and then I understood. How fun life can be! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was literally, rushing my D&amp;amp;T folio. I was too anxious that I even forgot to bring along my phone cable for transferring pictures. I had to instead ask Jiemin to bring a spare for me (Thanks Jiemin!). My folio was almost done. It was a rushed effort, which would end up messy and with occasional mistakes. But well, I have to suck it up, because the deadline is so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Science teachers kept reminding us of the practicals. Mr Chan gave us some "useful" hints, Ms Mah had a change of mood today. Seriously, I'm sure someone do noticed Ms Mah's change in attitude today. It was so obvious. Maybe she prefer teaching a hyperactive class? I heard she used to teach a class like us as well. What a change.. If she's happy, all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T was up. Rushin' and gushin'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After D&amp;amp;T was assembly. It was probably our last. I found the skit rather boring. Maybe because I was sitting next the entrance, I don't know. I'm pretty sure I didn't laugh most of the time. Or maybe I watched too much Shane Dawson videos. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English workshop was next. As usual, she was funny as hell. Yep, Mrs Benjamin. This workshop should have been English SSP all along. Rather than doing all the boring, generic stuff, we were given fully detailed explanations by Mrs Benjamin herself and I'm able to understand it. Seriously, she should just spread her skills around. Everyone in Singapore might pass, rofl. But honestly, she's that damn good. Anyone beg to differ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt I shouldn't post this.. But maybe it's just for laughs..&lt;br /&gt;I was at the bus stop, standing with my folio and listening to music. Then this girl came along and stood around me. She went back and forth, and was standing REALLY close to me. Gosh. You know, I'm really shy towards girls. So.. I was perspiring all over and my heart beated real fast! I was like, "OMG. Am I gonna die or something?". Finally, she boarded a bus. Woah, this is one experience I'll never forget. And.. I had better get over my weakness against girls otherwise, I'm not gonna make any new friends in Poly.. *bangs wall..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. I'm tired and I'm gonna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-2808439783382111653?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/2808439783382111653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2808439783382111653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/2808439783382111653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/08/interesting-day.html' title='Interesting day.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/SpaR4RtK7WI/AAAAAAAABUo/fvP8W51K8AU/s72-c/Wallpaper12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-1785650913928947463</id><published>2009-08-25T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:47:41.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral, oral, oral, ORAL! POPSICLE!</title><content type='html'>Please don't mind that.. POPSICLE on my blog title. It's there to bring in the blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever. The emphasis today, you might have guessed, is the O level Oral examinations! It's fucking O level, so why the hell would I not be nervous? It's not like Mother Tongue, where you're allowed a second chance (Shit like this don't come by easily, so cherish it). There were mock Oral examination stations during the 4 periods of English. Really, IT HELPED MANY PEOPLE. The class should thank Mr Siew for helping us in any ways possible, and the two teachers who came, Mr Lam and Mrs Roy. If not for them, I would be dripping balls during the examination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Oral and all that jazz, it was pretty difficult. Compared to the past 5 days' topics, today was definitely way more difficult. The picture was hard to describe.. Conversation, I probably gonna score really low for it. STILL, WHATEVER IT IS.. I tried my best. I kept my cool, prevented myself from being shaky and nervous. You know, I think I did a pretty good job. But results talk louder than predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I have to just suck it up, like a real man. It's over, dude. The next obstacle is the D&amp;amp;T O level submission, which is THIS FRIDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! WHAT THE FUCK! There's some touching up left.. Binding the folio and stuff will be on Thursday.. Gosh gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*headbangs with a bolster to the maximum!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-1785650913928947463?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/1785650913928947463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/08/oral-oral-oral-oral-popsicle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1785650913928947463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/1785650913928947463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/08/oral-oral-oral-oral-popsicle.html' title='Oral, oral, oral, ORAL! POPSICLE!'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9182415571824404325.post-8676958007069993208</id><published>2009-08-22T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T19:39:32.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome day.</title><content type='html'>I went to school for an English workshop. It was just awesome. To those who went there, don't you wish you had her as an English teacher? I personally would want that.. She jokes frequently to keep us alive, and she speaks fluently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to Tiong Bahru's KFC with Derrick and Hock Zheng. They were speaking so much Chinese, that I felt left out! I just listened to my MP3.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached home, I took a seat at the park and just gazed at the greenery. I kept thinking. I'm a tad too serious nowadays. My maid's surgery wasn't a life threatening one, yet I panicked so much. It was successful, and probably be discharged after a few more days. She had Appendicitis and Diabetes which she hid from me for quite a while. I'm bottling up my personal feelings, day by day, and it's probably filled to the rim already. Lol. I had to spill it one day.. Maybe I shall wait for the time to be ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Chungaik, I apologize if I failed to understand you. I tried too hard. But if you need a listening ear, there's always one here. I hope you'll solve your problem soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PUT ON THE BIGGEST SMILE TODAY. And I'm elated all over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed no more.. Awesome, now I can focus on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9182415571824404325-8676958007069993208?l=blitheee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/feeds/8676958007069993208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8676958007069993208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9182415571824404325/posts/default/8676958007069993208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blitheee.blogspot.com/2009/08/awesome-day.html' title='Awesome day.'/><author><name>John</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14934412276344692505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BjxNYLbCtwA/S7NZMt31QlI/AAAAAAAABbs/HdRkAUrxGxU/S220/deserteagleux6.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
