<?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-31990954</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:55:53.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Smile</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is under renovation</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-193638886776634612</id><published>2011-04-17T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:17:43.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I will never forget how it used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-193638886776634612?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/193638886776634612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=193638886776634612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/193638886776634612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/193638886776634612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2011/04/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-3645353651162365165</id><published>2010-04-21T01:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T01:56:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been so long..</title><content type='html'>Since I typed out my thoughts... I just went through all my old posts (well, skimmed really) and I realize that before my working life began, I actually had more of a spunky attitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cmon Daryl, stay true to yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being my first post post-working life, allow me to say first: Will escape from the rat race soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* huff puff *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. nothing much to write really as it's 1:40 am, I can't sleep, and there's more work to be done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading my old posts make me feel more like myself :) Tis a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say that the reason why I dont really blog that much anymore is because I dont have anything interesting to blog about :( Wake up, work till 10pm on average, then come home, prep for the next day and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends I spend with the miss, but she seems to be comfortable just resting, so there's really no new experiences to share. Passive de haiz. We did see this one seriously fail post it note for sale:&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/_JgxAkYWHTkc/S83oXzd4flI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8K_mQahvIFw/s1600/20100410_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/S83oXzd4flI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8K_mQahvIFw/s320/20100410_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462277418720460370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Good influence for the little girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we do watch movies on my awesome, awesome rig:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/S83pVDnQ0zI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HHpxrL3_c9U/s1600/20100413_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/S83pVDnQ0zI/AAAAAAAAAWo/HHpxrL3_c9U/s320/20100413_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462278471026791218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okla the speakers suck. Coming soon k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet somehow, life kinda feels a teeny bit empty. Fill it with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(more) LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;MONEY?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ADVENTURE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;PORN?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CLIMBING THE TOP OF A MOUNTAIN TO MEDITATE?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Maybe I just need some fresh air.&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/31990954-3645353651162365165?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/3645353651162365165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=3645353651162365165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/3645353651162365165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/3645353651162365165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s been so long..'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/S83oXzd4flI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8K_mQahvIFw/s72-c/20100410_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-9090437650781193401</id><published>2009-08-04T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:58:35.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A compilation part II</title><content type='html'>So here I am blogging on the bus from Singapore to Melaka. We're currently stopped at a highway supermart in Johor (for those of you who have done the route, I'm sure you'll know what I'm talking about) and the prices are nothing short of fantastic. I mean, damn... rm 6.50 for a fricking pack of Milo Nuggets?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything here is almost double the usual amount you'd find elsewhere in Malaysia. Makes me feel a little for those poor buggers who are either 1.) Naive; 2.) Desperate for food; or 3.) Stupid. Then again I guess you could also be 4.) Bleeding 50$ notes out your bum hole and thus this kinda thing doesnt really concern you. Then again if you were really bleeding money out your ass, what are you doing reading my blog? Go have diarhoea and enjoy the lottery in the morning :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been exposed to all these long distance bus travels since the tender age of 17 (lol tender), I can safely say that I have grown numb to long, eventless bus trips. Which is good, because it teaches patience- a journey from melaka to kuala lumpur can easily set you back 2 and a half hours of your life, and the journey from melaka to singapore stretches a whopping 4 and a half hours (which you'll never get back). Apart from bus rides, I've also had the unfortunate pleasure of waiting in transit (4 hours), waiting for my dental appointment (3.5 hours average), waiting for my results (2 weeks), waiting for her to say yes (longest minutes of my life so far), waiting for the sun to set (~10 hours), waiting in a superb traffic jam (12 hours) and waiting for my bro to realize that my parents don't hate him (still waiting).&lt;br /&gt;&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/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Sng9J7NHloI/AAAAAAAAASQ/m_JbIF95Dbc/s1600-h/traffic_jam_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Sng9J7NHloI/AAAAAAAAASQ/m_JbIF95Dbc/s320/traffic_jam_web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366106196732778114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hours of fun and excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to all these epic waits, I scoff when a friend (or my girl) walks up to me 30 mins later (or 15 for my girl, she's never late usually) than our promised time (but that doesn't mean you can start showing up later and later cuz I'm used to it). I could probably start a book about the fine and subtle art of waiting and how it affects mentality. Yes, I said mentality. For what better thing to do when a person waits then to... exercise your brain? No? You believe there are better things to do? Well let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.) Checking out the scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah sure, this seems plausible.. for the first 10 mins. After that you realize that you've been staring at that freaking plant forever. Or that really hot chick you noticed walking by for a fleeting instant isn't going to turn back and write her number on your lips (Unless you stalk her). No Bollywood dancers are going to magically fall in line out of the crowd. And (hopefully), no Al Qaeda member is gonna be on a bus, or a dental clinic. Better check for suspicious looking men in the airport in transit though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii.) Checking out the 'scenery'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gets old after awhile. The male eyes can only absorb and filter so many beautiful women amongst a sea of 'not my type's and 'measurements no enough' before he resigns to his fate- that these women are like designer clothes in high end boutiques- SEE ONLY, DON'T TOUCH. And heck, if you are thinking at this moment  "Hey, I can afford designer clothes.. means I can touch right?", then you are rich and can afford to pay premiums. Hence you don't actually have to partake in any waiting ("why take bus when i have private jet") and need to gtfo reading my blog =P&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/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Sng9KIdycJI/AAAAAAAAASY/V5zS6fA_Ru4/s1600-h/escott1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Sng9KIdycJI/AAAAAAAAASY/V5zS6fA_Ru4/s320/escott1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366106200292356242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, the water looks really good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii.) Doing 'Sudoku' puzzles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're doing the easy one, get a life.&lt;br /&gt;If you're doing medium, you could probably last about 20% of the book.&lt;br /&gt;If you're doing hard, and have advanced past 5 hard puzzles without cheating, you should probably be in a Sudoku championship. Probably on the bottom ladder, but at least you're not waiting ^_^ v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv.) Turning on your laptop for some videos, awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like me, you'd probably get as far as one episode of any series, tops, before your laptop decides that its had it and the battery goes for a vacation in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.) Turning on your laptop for some Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL GAMES ON BATTERY POWER LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vi.) Listening to your mp3 collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're using a laptop to do so, see (iv.) If you're using an iPod, I hate you. Oh yeah, and this is probably the only viable option... provided you have an extensive enough song list. Otherwise, get ready to memorize your whole songlist, their associated lyrics, and the order in which the 'random' songs are gonna be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vii.) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try sleeping on a rickety bus; in an airport in broad daylight; or outside the clinic where you might miss your call. I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what to do?", you ask. "What the fark you suggest now since u covered all the base things ppl do? Isn't Sudoku exercising your brain? HUH" Well yes, but I meant a different kind of exercising. Any normal waiting period between 2 and 3 hours should be possible to survive if one follos all the steps lined out above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark my words: there will be a time when you reach a threshold. A time, when you've done all those steps- and you're barely halfway through the wait. In that time SOMEBODY GONNA GET HURT REAL BAD! Sorry couldn't resist hehe. This is when you reach your moment of Zen: When you begin to reflect on what has happened. What you plan for the future. The kind of person you want to be. Sometimes it can be surreal. Sometimes it's just amusing to realize how you can remember all the little bits that people do that define who they are. Sometimes its horrifying because people can realize they're become everything they said they wouldn't. Sometimes people just think too much and try to act all wise that when they originally just intend to simply type on the keyboard for farks sake, and to pass time, they end up with a long blog post that has no meaning whatsoever, and they forget what they were saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what was I saying?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-9090437650781193401?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/9090437650781193401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=9090437650781193401&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/9090437650781193401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/9090437650781193401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2009/08/compilation-part-ii.html' title='A compilation part II'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Sng9J7NHloI/AAAAAAAAASQ/m_JbIF95Dbc/s72-c/traffic_jam_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-3744670723826698478</id><published>2009-07-30T22:45:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:51:13.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A compiled list - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, so who hasn't heard of music? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was on the Singapore MRT one day chilling to some songs on my phone, when I realized that there has never been a song that made me feel nothing- music is very influential on how I feel at any moment really(your mileage may vary). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For example, when I listen to happy songs, I feel annoyed cuz they are so damned happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364266765104154994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnG0M6Z3iXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m6fNNgn2Lm4/s320/happy-people-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;" My heart goes sha-la-la-la-la.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just kidding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well half kidding- it depends on the song, really. Some songs instill a sense of boldness. Some songs, like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U7mPqycQ0tQ"&gt;Gee Gee&lt;/a&gt; make the listener (me) feel super annoyed at first, but repeated listenings make me grow numb in the &lt;s&gt;balls&lt;/s&gt; nuts. Then, slowly, almost annoyingly, it starts to &lt;em&gt;grow&lt;/em&gt; on you. zomg! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364267892227694370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnG1OhRD3yI/AAAAAAAAARg/SMv-FptKaoo/s320/snsd-gee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Annoying -&gt; numb -&gt; subconcious head bopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their music video actually makes you confused- these girls have the bodies of adults but act cute cute. I can imagine the millions of confused korean penises watching their concerts. Yes I said the 'P' word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I could go further into it, but that's a post for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the spirit of lists (cuz we all know we can never have enough lists- look at god damned facebook) I've compiled a few of my current favourites: why I like em, how they make me feel, and the meaning behind the song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apologize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by One Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes me feel: Remorseless! wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is about (what else?) the inability to forgive someone. Actually who am I kidding. It's just about this guy who doesn't want to accept his ex's apology. Lines like ("I loved you with a fire red; now it's turning blue... HUWEHHHH") and the bleedingly obvious ("It's too late; to apologizeee... TOO LAAAAAAAAATE") complete with the beat and the accompanying piano, and this one never really gets old- I had it on my phone for two years, and it hasn't been replaced yet. Good song to listen to when you feel abit &lt;em&gt;tulan&lt;/em&gt; if something happened to you. Or if you just like to hear Timbaland moaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;while we're on One Republic.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop and Stare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by One Republic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes me feel: Hopeful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may never listen to any other One Republic song and it won't really matter because of these two songs. Maybe cuz the lead (Ryan Tedder) dude knows how to streeeeetch that voice of his such that it makes the songs sound good. Or because while the first song sings about not easily forgiving, this one is about moving on and being brave even though sometimes it's hard. Or maybe cuz I'm a sucker for mainstream music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnG9NJdkIbI/AAAAAAAAARo/Us7SCROV7bE/s1600-h/ApologizeiTunesCover.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364276664750842290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnG9NJdkIbI/AAAAAAAAARo/Us7SCROV7bE/s320/ApologizeiTunesCover.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I stopped and stared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Viva la Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Coldplay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes me feel: Psychedelic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I never get tired of listening to this song. Starting with strings, followed by Chris Martin's vocals (which, are a love or hate affair to many I think), backed by violin, joined by percussion in the chorus, bells, and a mini band-choir to top if off in the later parts of the song, he can sing about shit for all I care and it will still sound like a damn good song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which is good cuz the song is really very abstract- if you take the literal meaning, it's about a king who lost his status, dethroned and now has become a beggar. Who knows how many things you can make out of that symbolically- fall from power, rediscovering oneself, bla bla bla. The lyrics are pretty abstract- heck even the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvgZkm1xWPE"&gt;music video&lt;/a&gt; just has Coldplay dancing around in an artsy background. (Fyi, there are two videos- the second one is a little.. 'cuter')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnG9NWG0yzI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ll7Y8x-wwZo/s1600-h/Coldplay_-_viva_la_vida_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364276668145126194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnG9NWG0yzI/AAAAAAAAARw/Ll7Y8x-wwZo/s320/Coldplay_-_viva_la_vida_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn psycho-delic, can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But, make no mistake, the song is damn good. There is enough going on in the song that one listen is often not enough to really get how the rhytm weaves perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Poker Face, Just Dance, Lovegame, Paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by Lady GaGa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes me feel: Groovy, &lt;s&gt;Horny&lt;/s&gt; Funky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So why did I lump all the Lady GaGa songs together? Er... Cuz I feel la.. most of her songs actually about getting frisky with the opposite sex- Poker Face is about playing playing when she wants to get hot with him, Lovegame is about having fun cuz of the sick beat and taking a ride on his disco stick, Just Dance is about dancing with him (then getting hot with him also) and Paparazzi is about a paparazzi (or is she the paparazzi?) wanting to make the celeb love him/her.. so s/he can get hot with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnHWiBAfTwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jJCcjXZbElI/s1600-h/22823903_744e8a6925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364304511049355010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnHWiBAfTwI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jJCcjXZbElI/s320/22823903_744e8a6925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't read my Poker Face! (sourced from examiner.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hell, the truth is, ever since I took a road trip with my uni friends, these damn GaGa songs kept playing in my head. So i figured why not- they're just too darn catchy to pass up. Three of the four songs are obviously meant for clubs (not too sure about Paparazzi)- they're just too damn catchy. It'll be awhile before I get rid of Poker Face from my playlist :) Always good for some energy! P/S: "Lovegame" will forever be the 'Eunice song' in my head... lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of road trip songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jai Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by A.R.Rahman (feat P.C.D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makes me feel: Indian (lol!) jk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Say what you want, the opening beat is so indian movie sounding it's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;JAI HO! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;JAI HO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually decently liked the movie version w/o the pussycat dolls, but for me their collaboration added another dimension into the song. For one, two sexes singing on a track &gt; one. For another, I never actually watched the video till after i heard the song, so there- no naysayers saying it's just because the P.C.D. are hawt. What can I say? Sometimes, I just need a pick me up song about destiny. Good for picking up chicks.. just make sure you can dance :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnHWiSTgrMI/AAAAAAAAASA/aS1V3OrrUYE/s1600-h/8106a_pussycat-dolls-jai-ho-music-video.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364304515692539074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnHWiSTgrMI/AAAAAAAAASA/aS1V3OrrUYE/s320/8106a_pussycat-dolls-jai-ho-music-video.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm ready... SO TAKE IT! JAI HOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and lastly, another blasted road trip song drilled into my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Jason Mraz (feat Toca Rivera)&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel: Carefree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is a pretty chill song. However, in my opinion the best versions sung by Mraz are the acoustic versions (one of the first performances is on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D97PRG4WAHA"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;). There's just something more authentic about the acoustic version (duh) coupled with the easygoing hook and the guitar + djemba in the background- Toca is awesome as backup. I have the acoustic version on my phone, definitely sticking to it. The song works because of the strength of the simple melody and the easy vocals- nothing earth shattering, but it doesn't need to be. It almost feels like a hippy song! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnHWiuErUbI/AAAAAAAAASI/v8UmKdeGsB8/s1600-h/yes_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364304523146514866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnHWiuErUbI/AAAAAAAAASI/v8UmKdeGsB8/s320/yes_man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Mraz effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This ends part I =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P/P/S: Blogger formatting is so &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; fucking clunky for composing. Tedious for photos. Blardy hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&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/31990954-3744670723826698478?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/3744670723826698478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=3744670723826698478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/3744670723826698478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/3744670723826698478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2009/07/compiled-list-part-i.html' title='A compiled list - Part I'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SnG0M6Z3iXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/m6fNNgn2Lm4/s72-c/happy-people-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-251120339488040672</id><published>2009-07-23T22:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:40:37.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for  the holidays</title><content type='html'>So.. it's been awhile since I visited this place. I guess now is as good a time to record and organise my thoughts as any other, since I am to enjoy my last vestiges of complete freedom before the plunge into the working world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my plans for the hols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Go to Singapore periodically to meet girlfriend, and handle accomodation/work stuffs :) Even though the distance seperates us still, everytime I look at the pics of us together, I am comforted and happy that I have the privilege of finding her in me life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I WILL PARADE PICS OF HER IF I WANT TO. KK. (unless she ask to remove, then i have no choice :p HUR HURRRRRRR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/24122007023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 272px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/24122007023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/24122007015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 157px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/24122007015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you still say you feel fat ??? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Get darker cuz so many ppl think I'm too white and apparently white is unsexy so I'm bowing to peer pressure. DAMN YOU MELANIN CELLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Maybe work to physically train myself to be adequate since I've spent the last 4 or so years mentally growing. This is mah plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/IMG_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 262px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/IMG_0131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZE PLAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just swim like mad when i can. On sunny days. Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;This is a PREVIEW of what I should look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/HAnds_most_muscular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 394px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/HAnds_most_muscular.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More or less lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Visit many places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Do many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see all my plans are well laid out and elaborate. Yah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay might be awhile before I get back into the hang of things lol. I has brain fart =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uni life is officially over. So many memories carried onto digital polaroid. Too many to post here, but the various pictures and moments I have on my drive will remind me of the good times and bad.. the cherished moments, laughter, sweat, tears (mostly laughter :) ). Feels so melancholic to think of those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-251120339488040672?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/251120339488040672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=251120339488040672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/251120339488040672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/251120339488040672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2009/07/plans-for-holidays.html' title='Plans for  the holidays'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-2850754210325388755</id><published>2009-07-20T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:27:30.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REBOOT FAIL</title><content type='html'>LOLZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait awhile more... :P&lt;br /&gt;I'm abit shy to try new positions need a little coaxing kk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-2850754210325388755?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/2850754210325388755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=2850754210325388755&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2850754210325388755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2850754210325388755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2009/07/reboot-fail.html' title='REBOOT FAIL'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-8602051374998057390</id><published>2009-07-13T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:32:36.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reboot</title><content type='html'>Watch this space..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-8602051374998057390?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/8602051374998057390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=8602051374998057390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/8602051374998057390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/8602051374998057390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2009/07/reboot.html' title='Reboot'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-8163218826779139946</id><published>2008-08-15T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:05:10.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WotLK Beta Key</title><content type='html'>I applied for the WotLK beta key 3 days ago. Today I open my mailbox and see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SKWYGKbIM4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Xzd9bnVla8E/s1600-h/beta+key.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SKWYGKbIM4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Xzd9bnVla8E/s400/beta+key.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234757373532844930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dunno whether I'm lucky or not.. haha :D Well, I guess it's a good opportunity to try out the next expansion.. i'm excited, but not really ecstatic about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a good thing. Less excited = less play = more time for other things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.. i know this is a lousy post haha. Just excited at the moment, but i'm sure it will wear down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-8163218826779139946?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/8163218826779139946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=8163218826779139946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/8163218826779139946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/8163218826779139946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2008/08/wotlk-beta-key.html' title='WotLK Beta Key'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/SKWYGKbIM4I/AAAAAAAAAL4/Xzd9bnVla8E/s72-c/beta+key.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-4231988237623303265</id><published>2008-03-26T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:53:23.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to my 32 year old self</title><content type='html'>Hey Daryl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your 22 year old self.. how are things going? More handsome? Remember this lame idea you had where you'd write to yourself 10 years ahead of time to see whether you were the same person? Well the nightmare has come true! Time to see if you're everything I think you'd be, sucka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayla maybe I shouldn't talk to myself like that, but as you can see i'm full of spunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a blatant disregard for grammar and capitalization!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you now in life? Still in malaysia? have you managed to achieve your dreams? working in a job you love? earning comfortably to support mum, dad, daphne and dylan?&lt;br /&gt;Know that I expect you, if successful, to be able to support dylan at least. Family is first! never forget that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are your friends? do you still keep in touch with the ones i have now? uni friends? college friends? secondary school friends?&lt;br /&gt;Know that i think nothing less of my friends, and i reminisce every memory i've had since those days of uniform. i expect you to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how IS malaysia anyway? destroyed? autocratic? *gasp* MODERNIZED AND COMPETING WITH FIRST WORLD POWERS?! how is the state of the world? has it descended into chaos? are you wielding a club now? lol or wearing some futuristic skintight suit? has fashion changed much? have the womenz changed much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you moving down a good path? happy with where you are now? are you any different from what you used to be? are you disillusioned? bitter? &lt;br /&gt;Know that in this time, at this moment, the daryl of 22 years still lives with his heart on his sleeve, and by his values. do not ever lose sight of who you are. do not lose sight of where you come from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you still have a sense of humour? do you still love yourself? do you cherish your loved ones?&lt;br /&gt;you should know that i still do. i make it a point to laugh at myself if and when i can. i still love my parents, my siblings, grandpa and grandma, my girl, my friends, and myself. don't forget how to love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you a lone wolf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't forget how to love. always keep your heart and mind open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are, then great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, me. Write again in 10 years and we'll see where this lunacy gets us =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquiring,&lt;br /&gt;Your Past Self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-4231988237623303265?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/4231988237623303265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=4231988237623303265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/4231988237623303265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/4231988237623303265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2008/03/letter-to-my-32-year-old-self.html' title='A letter to my 32 year old self'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-6601563905269727959</id><published>2008-01-05T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:16:31.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspended in motion..</title><content type='html'>Till further notice, and due to exams and procrastination shenanigans on my part, my blog will be put on hold for an undecided period of time. I'll still be putting pics up on facebook though, since it's easier :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata for now!&lt;br /&gt;daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-6601563905269727959?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/6601563905269727959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=6601563905269727959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/6601563905269727959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/6601563905269727959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2008/01/suspended-in-motion.html' title='Suspended in motion..'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-8488310480746059640</id><published>2007-12-14T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:57:31.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most feminine man in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjO_VXHxsRw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjO_VXHxsRw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-8488310480746059640?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/8488310480746059640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=8488310480746059640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/8488310480746059640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/8488310480746059640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/12/most-feminine-man-in-world.html' title='The most feminine man in the world'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-2319001398332818082</id><published>2007-11-10T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T03:33:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pics</title><content type='html'>Just because I felt like it, I uploaded all the pics I've taken so far from my phone memory card (nokia 6120, 1gb micro sd memory card, comes with SD converter) Let's see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wallpaper.wz.cz/img/kelly_brook1_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://wallpaper.wz.cz/img/kelly_brook1_800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOPS! Gosh where did that come from....&lt;br /&gt;On with the normal pics &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from my phone&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9QbWMu7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/4gqSC4boro4/s1600-h/19102007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9QbWMu7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/4gqSC4boro4/s320/19102007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131215440374971314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An early pic from the depths of my phone. I was actually testing how good the camera was (2.0 megapix, standard config for a phone nowadays) and what better subject than my girl =) She proceeded to tell me that she never realized her hair was that long -_-;; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9Q7WMu8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/k2FBvLW2gbM/s1600-h/24102007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9Q7WMu8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/k2FBvLW2gbM/s320/24102007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131215448964905922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The building overlooking Tower Hill looks ominous on a cloudy day (well, I guess it would sort of look more ominous with the right camera angles.. it just looks pretty comfortable in this pic, doesn't it? Clouds look nasty though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9RLWMu9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nJ14Dl1n-L0/s1600-h/24102007%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9RLWMu9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/nJ14Dl1n-L0/s320/24102007%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131215453259873234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9RLWMu-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/TssMrScKLnI/s1600-h/24102007%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9RLWMu-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/TssMrScKLnI/s320/24102007%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131215453259873250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two shots taken back to back, with the second pic being my attempt to get this silly girl to smile ;) Since she was feeling a little shy shy that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9RbWMu_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/a0VvVBVKDVE/s1600-h/24102007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9RbWMu_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/a0VvVBVKDVE/s320/24102007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131215457554840562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is weird. I tried the panoramic option on my camera, and basically had to drag the phone around to capture the frame. This picture was taken just for fun, but if you click on the picture to zoom you'll notice there are some parts of the picture which look&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fused&lt;/span&gt;. This is because the camera is frequently updating and i think i was scrolling too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW--rWMvAI/AAAAAAAAAII/F_xZ09_-Ey8/s1600-h/24102007%28011%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW--rWMvAI/AAAAAAAAAII/F_xZ09_-Ey8/s320/24102007%28011%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131217334455548930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did I mention we were visiting Tower Hill that day? Yeah. Su and I went into the Tower of London (roughly 12-14 pounds i think, can't remember) It was a weekend so naturally loads of people crowded into the darn castle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW_ALWMvBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rmg0ZAcp0Ts/s1600-h/24102007%28015%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW_ALWMvBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rmg0ZAcp0Ts/s320/24102007%28015%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131217360225352722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks-wise, I think it's a pretty modern looking castle. Guess that can't be helped since it's in the middle of london and everything. The moat was turned into a grass lawn, the buildings are re-furnished, and you got people marching down the pavement every so often. These guys take their job seriously- no smiles at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW_BbWMvCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/A4ahtVEz3lM/s1600-h/24102007%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW_BbWMvCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/A4ahtVEz3lM/s320/24102007%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131217381700189218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inner courtyard. Almost all parts of the castle were open to the public eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW_CLWMvDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ETF3bKtvzY4/s1600-h/24102007%28022%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW_CLWMvDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ETF3bKtvzY4/s320/24102007%28022%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131217394585091122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We could even walk on the castle walls.. then out of the blue I noticed something interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBUbWMvFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ru3XDv4sQbM/s1600-h/24102007%28024%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBUbWMvFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Ru3XDv4sQbM/s320/24102007%28024%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131219907140959314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry on the castle walls! Apparently some people actually live within the castle's quarters still..... hmm.. dead or alive, i wonder :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBVLWMvGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZoYsSIru_8k/s1600-h/24102007%28026%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBVLWMvGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZoYsSIru_8k/s320/24102007%28026%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131219920025861218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penis building in the background *snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBVrWMvHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0nIvqKVulMQ/s1600-h/24102007%28033%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBVrWMvHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/0nIvqKVulMQ/s320/24102007%28033%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131219928615795826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jewel House. Sounds like there'd be some fancy trinkets and items or luster and shine, but in reality we had to wait in a pretty long queue to be shown an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LCD display&lt;/span&gt; of fancy trinkets and items of luster and shine. Sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBWrWMvII/AAAAAAAAAJI/QgMSur3nF98/s1600-h/24102007%28038%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBWrWMvII/AAAAAAAAAJI/QgMSur3nF98/s320/24102007%28038%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131219945795665026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signboard says "Torture in the Tower". Damn right... by this time waiting in queues was already pretty torturous =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBX7WMvJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/46puLEq1yj8/s1600-h/24102007%28039%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXBX7WMvJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/46puLEq1yj8/s320/24102007%28039%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131219967270501522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this picture fool you, the crows of the Tower of London were about the size of my forearm.. (really huge crows)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXDbrWMvKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rpfUfwb60sY/s1600-h/24102007%28052%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXDbrWMvKI/AAAAAAAAAJY/rpfUfwb60sY/s320/24102007%28052%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131222230718266530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of armour is 3 feet tall! (about the size of a small child) Apparently it was made for some young prince.. God knows what his father had in mind =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXDb7WMvLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/F0eiE6TLnsE/s1600-h/30102007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXDb7WMvLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/F0eiE6TLnsE/s320/30102007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131222235013233842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying to look cool, she looking like a dazed fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXDcLWMvMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LuG_kO5aL2g/s1600-h/30102007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXDcLWMvMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/LuG_kO5aL2g/s320/30102007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131222239308201154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the roles are reversed =_=''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGwLWMvVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Xb9yPm_YMeI/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGwLWMvVI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Xb9yPm_YMeI/s320/DSC00204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131225881440468306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bag after it came off the conveyor belt. I stared in horror as i saw the side of the case half open, the locks undone and loose, blue casing cracked, and the frame mangled beyond functional use. It got me wondering whether emirates uses mexican bulls to load cargo. Siao man. Of course I lodged a complaint and got to work on getting my bag replaced..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXDcbWMvNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KGe9TjMjAww/s1600-h/31102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXDcbWMvNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/KGe9TjMjAww/s320/31102007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131222243603168466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new luggage, after a month of waiting and placing phonecalls and being put on hold for a million years and getting the courier to send it to the correct address! Yippee! Unfortunately it's even heavier than my old bag, and as such I can pack even less stuff in it &gt;:( sheesh... the black is cool though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXFPbWMvOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k-SzKhUvHx4/s1600-h/07112007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXFPbWMvOI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k-SzKhUvHx4/s320/07112007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131224219288124642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored doodles with long beans.. bleargh long beans :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXFPrWMvPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zAy57z7B0q8/s1600-h/07112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXFPrWMvPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/zAy57z7B0q8/s320/07112007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131224223583091954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Xiao Yao! Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXFQLWMvQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Lz18fLDjoVE/s1600-h/07112007%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXFQLWMvQI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Lz18fLDjoVE/s320/07112007%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131224232173026562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Girl showing off her Pro Guitar Skills (PGS) and Super Singing Voice (SSV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXFQbWMvRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YuHe-mH9cFk/s1600-h/06112007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXFQbWMvRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YuHe-mH9cFk/s320/06112007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131224236467993874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candle arrangement her housemates did for her.. I was like super amazed.. but we had to be careful not to go to close for fear of igniting our favourite jeans/sweater/clothes/undies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGvbWMvUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zAxc-glRxsI/s1600-h/06112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGvbWMvUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zAxc-glRxsI/s320/06112007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131225868555566402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More intricate candle arrangements :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGvLWMvTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rOLprHQ45FI/s1600-h/07112007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGvLWMvTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rOLprHQ45FI/s320/07112007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131225864260599090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake.. super nice! Bought from Valerie Bakery =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGwbWMvWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DDzwA9URgp0/s1600-h/DSC00205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGwbWMvWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DDzwA9URgp0/s320/DSC00205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131225885735435618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 little piglet candles that my housemates got for my birthday... they got me a pair of pink pig slippers last year.. I think they're trying to send some kind of subliminal message to me. Hmm. I continue wondering whilst staring at the six smiling pink porkies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGxLWMvXI/AAAAAAAAALA/wpMvqol0Nto/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXGxLWMvXI/AAAAAAAAALA/wpMvqol0Nto/s320/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131225898620337522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What the streets of London look occasionally.. Yes, I just took a dump. Don't look at me like that! I just wanted to see whether got steam come out anot! (the answer is no, but trying again in winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXJhLWMvbI/AAAAAAAAALg/hzhTR2YYiuI/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXJhLWMvbI/AAAAAAAAALg/hzhTR2YYiuI/s320/DSC00202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131228922277313970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what my front lawn at home looks like. Yes I am serious. No I do not live in a jungle.&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely you can see me posing in there.. somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXJL7WMvZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_-rQdwekZdA/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXJL7WMvZI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_-rQdwekZdA/s320/DSC00219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131228557205093778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my back lawn. muahaha.. No really. It's Hyde Park, mid autumn. You can see the leaves look a nice golden colour when the sun shines on them. Very pretty.. I was too lazy to rotate this picture :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzYGTLWMvcI/AAAAAAAAALo/7qW8ySk6w7I/s1600-h/09112007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzYGTLWMvcI/AAAAAAAAALo/7qW8ySk6w7I/s320/09112007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131295751968439746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was news on the local student paper recently. Apparently in the latest league ratings, Imperial is now rated 5th in the world above MIT! Whether or not this is true is debatable, because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzYGTbWMvdI/AAAAAAAAALw/_DbOzSzOWq8/s1600-h/09112007%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzYGTbWMvdI/AAAAAAAAALw/_DbOzSzOWq8/s320/09112007%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131295756263407058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I usually see in Imperial Toilets. Yep, we're definitely the 5th best uni in the world... so well educated and cultured! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXJMLWMvaI/AAAAAAAAALY/zrkL1WeIfCM/s1600-h/04112007%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzXJMLWMvaI/AAAAAAAAALY/zrkL1WeIfCM/s320/04112007%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131228561500061090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gf showing off her super earrings :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now! phew! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-2319001398332818082?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/2319001398332818082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=2319001398332818082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2319001398332818082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2319001398332818082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/11/pics.html' title='The pics'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RzW9QbWMu7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/4gqSC4boro4/s72-c/19102007%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-5855514471176553416</id><published>2007-11-07T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:54:08.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know i said i would update with pictures, but...</title><content type='html'>Due to severe laziness, (and time... to some extent) I have yet to download mah pics into my computer, but I'll leave you guys with something to tide you over till then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplied by a mystery barnyard animal :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXXm696UbKY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cXXm696UbKY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-5855514471176553416?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/5855514471176553416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=5855514471176553416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5855514471176553416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5855514471176553416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-know-i-said-i-would-update-with.html' title='I know i said i would update with pictures, but...'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-4943874248982786763</id><published>2007-11-04T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:20:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my sister..</title><content type='html'>Today, you earn the right to wait one more year to earn the right to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Bro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-4943874248982786763?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/4943874248982786763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=4943874248982786763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/4943874248982786763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/4943874248982786763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-my-sister.html' title='To my sister..'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-1536056952152942096</id><published>2007-10-23T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:17:10.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting lazier..</title><content type='html'>Collecting pics for major kennysia-like update soon =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-1536056952152942096?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/1536056952152942096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=1536056952152942096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/1536056952152942096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/1536056952152942096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-getting-lazier.html' title='I&apos;m getting lazier..'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-3582171819910517326</id><published>2007-10-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:45:40.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birthday was on the 3rd..</title><content type='html'>I just want to express my thanks to all those who have wished my for my birthday :) It couldn't have been a happier day for me without you guys. Too many names to call out- you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for internet connection before i sort of resume my regular blogging activities... this is all for now! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry... going to eat. nyam nyam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-3582171819910517326?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/3582171819910517326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=3582171819910517326&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/3582171819910517326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/3582171819910517326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-was-on-3rd.html' title='The birthday was on the 3rd..'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-5193303950287291937</id><published>2007-09-17T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T01:44:11.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor update</title><content type='html'>I just had the most amazing cheesecake on friday at midvalley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being a person whose stomach reacts faster than his trigger finger, I failed to take any pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picture me scooping the soft, creamy-white cheesecake, with brown cookie layer underneath, topped with peaches and jelly into my waiting maw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-5193303950287291937?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/5193303950287291937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=5193303950287291937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5193303950287291937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5193303950287291937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/09/minor-update.html' title='Minor update'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-4937052632466231899</id><published>2007-09-08T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:51:09.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of an empty room and a transit</title><content type='html'>I'm currently blogging on the plane! muahaha.. typing while my battery still lasts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just recalling the moments in my life when i'm moving... the feeling of staring down at an empty room after living in that very room for the past few days.. I dunno how to describe. The very same feeling I had when I left house 36 (which was my living area for the past year or so) .. sometimes when i stand in the room, i swear i can actually see all the memories of the room, and somehow.. somehow, it feels as though i've been there for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it has something to do with the fact that most of the time I'm almost always the one who leaves the last. Memories have a way of coming back when you least expect them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when I know I'm leaving the place for good, these memories suddenly come back to remind me that I was there. That I lived my life there for a time, and I once existed there.. the memories are like an old friend, smiling serenely with gentle eyes, a lop sided smile, going "Hey... i guess it's time for you to go already huh? Take care.. never forget what you shared here, and what happened in this house.." And then slowly fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my sanity. hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, seriously that's the kind of feeling that i get. Its actually a little harder to explain than that, but I really don't know how to descibe it. Like parting with a friend whom one has known for so long, because you know you'll never see him the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. was in dubai international airport not too long ago. 5 more hours till the plane lands in KL.. then i'll start to feel sweaty and sticky and i'll have to have my bathe once i reach home. But anyways, about dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man the airport looks like a giant cucumber cut in half. so weird heheh. It's a pretty ho hum place, but you do get the sense that there are people from all over the world here (literally) waiting for transits- some take hours (like me), some take days.. the staff go about their daily lives, routinely doing the same old same old over and over, but the passengers always change. It's weird to actually be in transit and stop in the midst of travels to realise how the whole thing works. Only then do I realise how big the world really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, 1 british pound is roughly equivalent to 7 dubai currency.. which is almost the same as malaysia! So naturally you know, you would think that the prices would also be kinda like msaian prices right? WRONG! I ordered McDs, a typical value meal for....... SEVENTEEN DUBAI FRICKING BUCKS MAN! (jeng jeng jeng!) just imagine! to put into perspective, the sundae was 5 DUBAI BUCKS MAN! and the apple pie was 3 DUBAI BUCKS MAN! omgwtfbbq.. and the comics.. oh dear.. 15 dubai bucks for an american title. I guess that's not too much diff between msia and dubai la, but still.. if i were asked to fork out rm17 for a McD mea, I'd tell the counter lady to go shove that McDaylightrobbery up her butt! (okla maybe not, but i'd certainly try and stare at her like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.. anyhoos.. battery already running low. Here's to a safe flight, and I hope to God and all the heavens above and the many many forms he takes that my luggage arrives in klia and in one piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays! (two weeks for me...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-4937052632466231899?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/4937052632466231899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=4937052632466231899&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/4937052632466231899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/4937052632466231899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-empty-room-and-transit.html' title='Of an empty room and a transit'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-7214991742287851189</id><published>2007-08-10T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:26:35.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost freedom?</title><content type='html'>Just recently reading joanne's and khai lips blogs made me think about the current state of things in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the 'negarakuku' song for instance. Sure, he's insulting and such, but detaining/considering arrest? Pfft.. I fail to see the logic in arresting someone for doing that. It's like arresting someone for swearing at the flag. Even better, why are the police making such a big deal of this song issue? Because a lot of people have seen it? Are some sectors of the government so insecure about their administration that they push police to investigate a so-called 'song' which criticizes their policies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read that piece, I could only feel a little churning in my stomach. Supression. Control. What *are* our boundaries? What is and is not allowed in this apparently 'free' country, if a song which was viewed loads of times would land you in trouble merely because it was sarcastic and ironic in nature? The fact of the matter is, if the song was truly harmless, it would be dismissed as 'silly fun' and 'pure entertainment', possibly even ridiculed as laughable. But when you get word of such things as 'police investigation', 'arrested'... on the basis of a song.. you know something's gone wrong with the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion? They want to keep his mouth shut. If it's so insulting, as a country, the gov should at least state publicly that malaysia is in no way like that depicted in the song right? Tactful and at least they gain respect by not losing their cool. Its when they threaten to abuse power (threatening to arrest someone over an insulting song is a very blatant abuse of power) do they give the impression of an immature country. my opinion la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, i don't support the song. It's very blatant, and overgeneralizing. I'm sure the honest police officers and the kind-hearted, intelligent students out there do not appreciate being labelled otherwise. (which makes it even more important for the bad eggs to clean up their act) However, I do believe some things raised by the lyrics are valid concerns (such as university quota) but I do not believe that one race is to blame for this. It's the  people higher up who subscribe to primitive notions and principles, without respect to others rights and freedoms that are the guilty ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the people, the people, not the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray for a safer future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways on the lighter side of things... I've been tagged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 8 Random Facts :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think I'm skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I like hugs. From girls. And my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Deep down, I want to have a profession which lets me do outdoors things(scuba dive instructor, swimming instructor maybe, etc etc) but I can't because it doesn't earn as much as I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I used to have creativity. I can't draw a paper stick now if you asked me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My mood changes many times throughout the day. Keeps things interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Meat is life. Embrace meat but fear death, so eat fruits. Lots of fruits. and meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I secretly think deep down that I have the power to make women's boobs bigger. Do not question my power &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I had a dream about dai di yesterday. Had pair 3's and triple jack sitting in my hand. I was about to win when my roommate woke me up. wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-7214991742287851189?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/7214991742287851189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=7214991742287851189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/7214991742287851189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/7214991742287851189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/08/lost-freedom.html' title='Lost freedom?'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-8412778083516252507</id><published>2007-07-25T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T08:14:29.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures speak volumes-</title><content type='html'>And also because I'm too lazy to type out anything today.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are captions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaUiOu3Y2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/q_zFa1pV5F8/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaUiOu3Y2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/q_zFa1pV5F8/s320/DSC00174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090919744580051810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mr Potato wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaUieu3Y3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/gSHiiFUPHgA/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaUieu3Y3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/gSHiiFUPHgA/s320/DSC00176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090919748875019122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flood that flooded the civil eng flooding room floody flood flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaVPeu3Y7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Iqpy63JTBe0/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaVPeu3Y7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Iqpy63JTBe0/s320/DSC00177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090920521969132466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparation of lemon kitchen- er... chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaVP-u3Y8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/6dT3Kn8rGhg/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaVP-u3Y8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/6dT3Kn8rGhg/s320/DSC00178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090920530559067074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Master Chef HAHAHA I GOT YOUR PHOTO AFTER ALL =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaVQuu3Y-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/6ZWo4s7-_wE/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaVQuu3Y-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/6ZWo4s7-_wE/s320/DSC00182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090920543443968994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Delicious Finished Product - LEMON KITCHEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN CHICKEN! hahaaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;=.=;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaVQOu3Y9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TCDLP4bUcak/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaVQOu3Y9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/TCDLP4bUcak/s320/DSC00181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090920534854034386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pak Choi =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-8412778083516252507?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/8412778083516252507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=8412778083516252507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/8412778083516252507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/8412778083516252507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures-speak-volumes.html' title='Pictures speak volumes-'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RqaUiOu3Y2I/AAAAAAAAAFU/q_zFa1pV5F8/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-6649852343903526725</id><published>2007-07-12T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T23:29:07.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Gawd</title><content type='html'>Have many moles? NO NEED TO WORRY ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.news.com.au/news/entertainment/beautyaddict/index.php/newsentertainment/comments/the_key_to_cindys_youthful_looks/"&gt;READ THIS AND LAUGH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall be much much much younger than everyone else! rawr! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that good for guys tho =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-6649852343903526725?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/6649852343903526725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=6649852343903526725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/6649852343903526725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/6649852343903526725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-my-gawd.html' title='Oh My Gawd'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-5007728802446204083</id><published>2007-07-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T23:33:49.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately...</title><content type='html'>Hello, blog. It's been awhile since I updated you, hasn't it? I'll see what I can type up ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my second year. Hurrah! Unfortunately passing only means *not failing* some subjects.. it doesn't exclude the fact that I may indeed get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ridiculously low marks&lt;/span&gt; for more than one subject =(&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray for a first, but reality has dawned on me that this is only a pipedream.. I should probably expect a second upper so that I don't get too dissappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do manage a first, I shall perform spinning pirouttes in Hyde Park... naked. Bwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I've recently begun my UROP project. I hope I'm up to date with what my lecturer requests of me. Work here is so-so, and surprisingly I have more than enough time for my own interests. I've been frequently engaged in physical activity (of the non-sexual kind) hehe. Hope to actually look less scrawny (?) within the next two months, god willing =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is sort of a weird, post apocalyptic fusion of 'nerd' and 'shaggy'.. I call it the shaggy nerd hairdo. That is, until I chop it all off mid-late july. The timing must be perfect so I don't end up with a 'boy-boy' haircut whenI touchdown in good old Malaysia =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling pretty happy because I'm actually earning some money this holidays, as well as learning some new recipes for cooking thanks to my delightfully blur dear (missing you) and a certain Doc Ock =P Currently on my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Choi with garlic&lt;br /&gt;Vege fried with mixed herbs&lt;br /&gt;Cheese baked vege&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Baked Rice&lt;br /&gt;Honey Oyster Baked Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yam Prawns&lt;br /&gt;Tom Yam Lemon baked chicken/fish&lt;br /&gt;Lemon Chicken   &lt;-- *new!*&lt;br /&gt;Fried/Scrambled eggs *easy*&lt;br /&gt;Chilli baked chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long, i know, but i'm learning &gt;:D Bear in mind these are not including all those sauce in a jar types, hohoho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm still changing in a way. When I look back and see the person I was in the past, I would say I'm more carefree now then i was before. Things don't bother me as much unless they're really, really important (mostly family and friends la). Hmm.. am I maturing, or am I just becoming colder and more withdrawn from the world? One could draw a parallel between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually typing this at work. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to challenge the person who said that friends aren't forever.. heck I still keep in touch with my secondary school friends. That's already 4 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years have passed since I first became 'Emo' (luckily it was just a phase)&lt;br /&gt;4 years have passed since I decided to live and let learn&lt;br /&gt;4 years have passed since I began to realize that I'm leaving my home soon and will have to fend for myself&lt;br /&gt;4 years have passed since I realized that my family will not be there for me forever =(&lt;br /&gt;more than 4 years have passed since I realized that personality will outshine how you look in life :)&lt;br /&gt;4 years have passed and I have met many people, seen (not so) many things, broadened my mind, cherished many friendships, laughed and never cried unless I had constipation.. all memories now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, dad, sis, little brat, grandpa, grandma, uncles and aunties and cousins... Love ya all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not a suicide post =.=;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the summer sun to arrive, so i can soak up some rays. I partially understand why people here are so obsessed about sun. The feeling of the warm sun  on your skin (compared to the moist hot weather in malaysia) is very comfortable and smile-inducing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now I guess. A very jumbled and incoherent post. randomness everywhere... love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-5007728802446204083?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/5007728802446204083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=5007728802446204083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5007728802446204083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5007728802446204083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/07/lately.html' title='Lately...'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-6316257564018419608</id><published>2007-07-02T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:06:59.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kena tag by Heng Kai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Name one person who made you smile last night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Emails from someone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Zzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What were you doing 30 minute ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reading blog pages. Who asks pointless questions like this =.=;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What was something that happened to you in 2006?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to stop being too geeky =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5)What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sleeping ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) How many different things did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Water, orange juice, chocolate protein shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) What color is your hairbrush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No hairbrush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chocolate Protein Shake = rm21 =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9) Where were you last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Fisher Hall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10) What color is your front door?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tired looking grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11) Where do you keep your change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12) What is the weather like today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiciously clear.. it's been raining the past week or so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13) What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quadruple chocolate with chocolate flakes and fudge. Enough to give you instant diabetes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14) What is something you are excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not failing, and not being stupid doing paid research&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15) Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ill keep it for another month.. or two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16) Are you over the age of 25?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17) Do you talk a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It depends on who I'm talking with.. - quoted by Heng Kai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18) Do you watch The O.C.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19) Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Used to.. he was a disciplinary teacher who was really uptight... probably had a permanent wedgie or something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20) Do you make up your own words?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21) Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “A”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23) Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “K"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;KennySia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24) Who’s the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25) What did the last text message you received say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;See (24)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26) Do you chew on your straws?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;27) Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wavy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;28) Where is the next place you’re going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imperial College Library =.=;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29) Who is the rudest person in your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone who's not in my life anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30) What is the last thing you ate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bah Kut Teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;31) Is marriage in your future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;32) What is the best movie you’ve seen in the past two weeks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;GOING TO BE TRANSFORMERS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;33) Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;YES! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;34) When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;35) Are you currently depressed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;36) Did you cry today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, today my excretion was soft because of veggies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;37) Why did you answer and post this?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because Heng Kai tagged me -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-6316257564018419608?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/6316257564018419608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=6316257564018419608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/6316257564018419608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/6316257564018419608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/07/kena-tag-by-heng-kai.html' title='Kena tag by Heng Kai'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-3658949983501862211</id><published>2007-06-18T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T22:08:11.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom, and then some.</title><content type='html'>Ah yes.. the taste of freedom at long last after three weeks of grueling, back-breaking, nerve-wracking, earth-shattering exams. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me to pass down my past year exam papers! muahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt about passing the year, but attempting to repeat the same feat last year may be darn near impossible.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, STONEHENGE!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaM1Qa1QKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XSomlcbcszA/s1600-h/P1020764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaM1Qa1QKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XSomlcbcszA/s320/P1020764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077400476475277474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, wrong picture. Ladies and Gents, I present STONEHENGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaM1ga1QLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M2pAVsnaNF8/s1600-h/P1020765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaM1ga1QLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/M2pAVsnaNF8/s320/P1020765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077400480770244786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, told you i went! What, you can't see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaNnga1QNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cv2nkArqGSQ/s1600-h/joke.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaNnga1QNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cv2nkArqGSQ/s320/joke.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077401339763704018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nice lehhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... haha but to be honest I really went lah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaM1wa1QMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QeOiXlwHO5c/s1600-h/P1020781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaM1wa1QMI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QeOiXlwHO5c/s320/P1020781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077400485065212098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, since I was so rudely tagged by someone whilst in the midst of my exams, I shall have to respond now shan't I? &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would you say to your 12 year old self?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear boy boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are many things I would like to say to you. Believe me when I say I am from the future.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save the cheerleader, save the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just kidding. You'll know what that means soon enough =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy life, and stop bullying people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get over that childhood infatuation. She wasn't worth it anyway.. trust your happy 20 year old self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please play less Playstation to prevent your power from increasing.. and for heaven's sake, go swimming. People don't care about the size of your weiner when you're a teen. As heavily blessed as you will be =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you go into Form 3, under any and all circumstances let dad send you to school for the whole year. I don't give a rat's ass how cool or not cycling to school is. You'll thank me later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enjoy your single life and don't be so depressed. Sleep more so can grow taller =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most importantly, just live to the fullest. Don't wait till accidents happen, k? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swim and play badminton more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And try to tahan mum's rants. When she gets older she'll be more mellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the 4D winning numbers for the last day of august in form 3 was 3901. Faster go buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yourself ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: You did not turn gay so don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-3658949983501862211?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/3658949983501862211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=3658949983501862211&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/3658949983501862211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/3658949983501862211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/06/freedom-and-then-some.html' title='Freedom, and then some.'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RnaM1Qa1QKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XSomlcbcszA/s72-c/P1020764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-6195308391737739921</id><published>2007-06-07T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:18:09.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The situation so far..</title><content type='html'>The colour of the Subject indicates how good/bad it was. Orange is neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;1. Signals and Linear Systems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;2. Introduction to Computer Architecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;3. Control Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:13;color:red;"  &gt;4. Devices and Fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:13;" &gt;5. Mathematics III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;6. Mathematics IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; 7. Digital Electronics II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;8. Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;9. Algorithms and Data Structures - Confirm near fail! =( =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Communications II (11th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Analogue Electronics II (13th)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_='''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-6195308391737739921?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/6195308391737739921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=6195308391737739921&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/6195308391737739921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/6195308391737739921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/06/situation-so-far.html' title='The situation so far..'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-5690356268460528577</id><published>2007-05-20T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T20:36:21.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starcraft II</title><content type='html'>It's about time... yeah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;official site &lt;a href="http://www.starcraft2.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in game videos &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=PNLXrSpdZMI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBY0ugSxoTI&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks impressive... I'd recommend you watch the trailer on the official website.. it's much clearer, but if your connection can't handle it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kguV1ocWZLw"&gt;Terran Trailer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice shots so far... i know a few friends who'd go crazy over this =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-5690356268460528577?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/5690356268460528577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=5690356268460528577&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5690356268460528577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5690356268460528577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/05/starcraft-ii.html' title='Starcraft II'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-4940050545583137471</id><published>2007-05-10T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:29:10.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Daryl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for attending our final round interviews and Informational Meeting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The large number of inquiries we receive from highly qualified applicants has made our selection process a competitive one. &lt;strong&gt;Although&lt;/strong&gt; your skills and experience are strong, &lt;strong&gt;we regret that we are not able to proceed with your application&lt;/strong&gt; for employment at this time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please contact xxx via email to confirm a good time for you to receive your feedback. We wish you the best of luck in finding the career opportunity you desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for your interest in Citigroup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xxx&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/darioru03/RW-Suicide-Bunny-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was too good to be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps off cliff*&lt;br /&gt;*squish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. try again next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-4940050545583137471?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/4940050545583137471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=4940050545583137471&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/4940050545583137471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/4940050545583137471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/05/nosh.html' title='Nosh!'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-2227327192069005439</id><published>2007-05-06T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:10:27.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame Yong for this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer One: On The Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Daryl&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 03/10/86&lt;br /&gt;Current status: Stressed&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: why you need to know har?&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: ...........&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Two: On The Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Peranakan Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: Not sexing before I die&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: Smiles&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: homemade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your first thought waking up:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OMG EXAMS IN TWO WEEKS GG&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your Bedtime: 4am-12pm&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: missing my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Four: Your Pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: water!&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: No Double Swiss Mushroom here. Damnit&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single....... WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Kiki- lala&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea: Red Bull&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Double Chocolate extra thick with Hot Fudge and caramel ribbon..... YUM&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or Coffee: Mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Five: Do You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: no&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Occasionally (yong does too)&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower: once a year. (if you believe that you're smelly)&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush: I have crushed my girl =P&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love: If i say no she'll kill me :s&lt;br /&gt;Go to school: Nope. I'm a drop out and I sell ass on the street too.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married: Not right now..&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: Health conscious maybe, not freak....... *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Six: In The Past Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage: Been at the sides of the stage managing what goes on onstage, cursing all the way :D&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi: no!&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair: My hair dies alot when i rinse it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Seven: Have You Ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game: I wish too... =(&lt;br /&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In: I change my clothes cuz i don't fit in them anymore =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Eight: Age You're Hoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Married: er............ when the time is right the time is right (translation: who thinks of these things ? =_=)&lt;br /&gt;For a: I hope for "A"'s all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Nine: In a Girl/Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour: Green&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: Long =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Ten: What Were You Doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Min Ago: Typing this out&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago: zzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago: zzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;1 Month Ago: zzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago: zzzzzzzzzz( I hibernate alot )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Eleven: Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love: Myself for who i am&lt;br /&gt;I Feel: desperate&lt;br /&gt;I Hate: coursework without guidance&lt;br /&gt;I Hide: my uber sexyness&lt;br /&gt;I Miss: my friends whom are scattered all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;I Need: a large brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Layer Twelve: Tag Five People&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME ME ME ME ME&lt;br /&gt;*destroyer of tags muahahahaha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-2227327192069005439?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/2227327192069005439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=2227327192069005439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2227327192069005439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2227327192069005439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/05/blame-yong-for-this.html' title='Blame Yong for this'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-2252823947967361967</id><published>2007-04-28T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T05:00:59.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth of Internships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the moment, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are not at the stage of making offers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I mentioned, the role available are very specific. This is why you will need to come in again and meet different managers to discuss your skills. We need to see if there is a match. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Offers will be pending these discussions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh no! All the congratulations for nothing! =P&lt;br /&gt;Better read up on my coding then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-2252823947967361967?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/2252823947967361967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=2252823947967361967&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2252823947967361967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2252823947967361967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/04/truth-of-internships.html' title='The Truth of Internships'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-290334179035562836</id><published>2007-04-27T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T06:52:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emo Post</title><content type='html'>When I press my lips slowly against yours&lt;br /&gt;Showering you with a thousand kisses&lt;br /&gt;Holding you steadily in my embrace&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sun set&lt;br /&gt;When I pull back your hair&lt;br /&gt;Bearing witness to your serene smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is then that I realise the happiness that fills me and uplifts me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you all this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Guys can be emo too, see? =P&lt;br /&gt;I have 11 papers coming in 30 days. How can I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be emo =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-290334179035562836?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/290334179035562836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=290334179035562836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/290334179035562836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/290334179035562836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/04/emo-post.html' title='The Emo Post'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-2592667413777548524</id><published>2007-04-14T05:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:00:32.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long, long kiss goodnight</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been blogging in a long time. No really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up my blog links, and removed some links which I think are long gone and dead. I should really add new ones, but I'm a little too fizzed out at the moment. Been steamrolling in the library the past couple of days, but my attention span is for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At most, after 2-3 hours you'll see my swinging n swivelling in my chair like a monkey on crack. So effective hours in the library would be.. 5? Which isn't alot given the breadth of topics we have to cram for. Plus, I'm still waiting on Citigroup Internship. Apparently I'm an 'On Hold' applicant, which means I'm not good enough to get it straight away, but they don't want to discount me immediately. I *think* that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days feel as though they are passing slower than normal. This is a good thing. Slower= more time to study. But when I hit the books, 5 hours just seem to fly by. Perhaps the art of staring mindlessly at the question is such that it also allows the viewer to bend space and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. a truly indulgent artsy gory testosterone fueled movie (with abit of sex and nudity here and there) I can't believe I actually sat for 2 hours looking at buff-near-naked-men-with-8-pecs-and-cloaks kill invading soldiers again... and again.. and again.. and not get bored! In fact by the end of it all I was actually kind of sad that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*spoiler, highlight to read*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Main Protagonist Died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*end of spoiler*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd recommend this movie to all action buffs :D&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS MADNESS!&lt;br /&gt;THIS ...... IS....... SPAH-TAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gold, I tell you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rave: After a long, longggggggg time (2 years in the music industry= long) Linkin Park is out with their new album, Minutes to Midnight which debuts May 7th. You can check out their single on Kochi's blog *points right* See Kochi? More hits for you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound like LP alright, but with a little less yelling this time. I think the lyrics are humane too.. this may be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss The GF =( &lt;br /&gt;I sigh at the fact that I will most likely be spending more time in the library when term starts rather than back home =(&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Sanjaya can't sing. 1 decent performance out of 16 doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;To Sanjaya: I like the fact that you're smart and do the doe eyes for the camera to get the adolescent votes, but please... everyone else is puking their guts on the floor &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-2592667413777548524?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/2592667413777548524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=2592667413777548524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2592667413777548524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2592667413777548524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/04/long-long-kiss-goodnight.html' title='The long, long kiss goodnight'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-2535096319113833042</id><published>2007-03-24T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T20:40:27.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idol fest and the Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter's here! Haven't been blogging for abit huh. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to blog too frequently cuz most of the things I do through are all same old same old studying for exams, etc.. so I shall only blog about interesting stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been following American Idol Season 6 lately, and I've really gotten hooked to Chris Daughtry. You might say, wrong season? His "Home" song damn nice la.. super emo wei. My rants about the season? Sundance should stay in, SANJAYA OUT! And imo Doolittle deserves to win, and the runner up will be between Lakisha and Jordan Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics so you guys who are not watching know what I'm talking about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LIM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUWtddxsoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jZDH_Chac4w/s1600-h/19589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUWtddxsoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jZDH_Chac4w/s320/19589.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045463927797953154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melinda Doolittle. Deserving winner for this year I think. AWESOME vocals (though her recent performance was really funny cuz she sort of spat spittle out halfway whilst singing- the performance was still great though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUX3NdxspI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f6nT4JoBf_g/s1600-h/js.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUX3NdxspI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/f6nT4JoBf_g/s320/js.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045465194813305490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan Sparks.. worthy second runner up (with Lakisha) Very powerful performance for a 17 year old! Very tall too -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUX3NdxsqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xCq37myoL8w/s1600-h/lk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUX3NdxsqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/xCq37myoL8w/s320/lk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045465194813305506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lakisha - worthy second runner up! Big woman with a HUGE voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUX3NdxsrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CyubOT08Fu8/s1600-h/sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUX3NdxsrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CyubOT08Fu8/s320/sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045465194813305522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sanjaya the whining Ninny. Can't sing for Nuts, made the final twelve because of his ever changing Hairstyle. Argh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUX3ddxssI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SKuXIZt9_x4/s1600-h/sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUX3ddxssI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SKuXIZt9_x4/s320/sh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045465199108272834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sundance Head. Best Blues and Rock singer this year. Performance has inconsistencies but still deserved the spot more than Sanjaya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I think I will feel very bluesy during easter... =)&lt;br /&gt;Take care piggy! Follow Idol so we can b**ch about it together heheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LIM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LIM/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-2535096319113833042?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/2535096319113833042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=2535096319113833042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2535096319113833042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/2535096319113833042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/03/idol-fest-and-easter.html' title='The Idol fest and the Easter'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RgUWtddxsoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jZDH_Chac4w/s72-c/19589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-753472227244124414</id><published>2007-02-19T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T06:47:52.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suit</title><content type='html'>Here's a photo of my group project members in our formal attire *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RdjWmyp9lsI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gtqc30-Udgw/s1600-h/P1000639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RdjWmyp9lsI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gtqc30-Udgw/s320/P1000639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033008545507677890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RdjW6yp9ltI/AAAAAAAAADs/df3BooOlWmk/s1600-h/P1000640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RdjW6yp9ltI/AAAAAAAAADs/df3BooOlWmk/s320/P1000640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033008889105061586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RdjW7Cp9luI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_IA3sonXwpY/s1600-h/P1000641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RdjW7Cp9luI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_IA3sonXwpY/s320/P1000641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033008893400028898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neck does not look thin okay! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-753472227244124414?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/753472227244124414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=753472227244124414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/753472227244124414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/753472227244124414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/02/suit.html' title='The Suit'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/RdjWmyp9lsI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gtqc30-Udgw/s72-c/P1000639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-9047298563353227456</id><published>2007-02-19T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T05:17:55.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6 weird things thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each player of this game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Err... I flatulate alot? I think it's the veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 20+ moles on my face. Still good looking though *coughcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been told I have big shoulders but I think i have a small neck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't get angry easily.. I think&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm lazy when it comes to studying but once I start, I feel sad to stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lactate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Gonna post pics of me in a suit soon :p hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-9047298563353227456?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/9047298563353227456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=9047298563353227456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/9047298563353227456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/9047298563353227456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/02/each-player-of-this-game-starts-off-by.html' title='The 6 weird things thing.'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-1345306589356028807</id><published>2007-01-29T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:45:20.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Photoblog of the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb0-M6037_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BkpGu39eURE/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025241150885720050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb0-M6037_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BkpGu39eURE/s320/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a new year...&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I realized I did so many things this past year.&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb0-3a038EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Lferd6zE8fQ/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025241881030160450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb0-3a038EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Lferd6zE8fQ/s320/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Started walking across the park- alot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb0_IK038FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SnwveYbkXGE/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025242168792969298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb0_IK038FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/SnwveYbkXGE/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to a couple of good museums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1Bqa038LI/AAAAAAAAABs/4wGyEFNpuaU/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025244956226744498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1Bqa038LI/AAAAAAAAABs/4wGyEFNpuaU/s320/DSC00102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the zoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1AMq038KI/AAAAAAAAABk/KtKxkKAwayQ/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025243345614008482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1AMq038KI/AAAAAAAAABk/KtKxkKAwayQ/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw REAL snow.. (not the flaky flaky ones.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1ALa038HI/AAAAAAAAABM/toZ_fsBn59E/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025243324139171954" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1ALa038HI/AAAAAAAAABM/toZ_fsBn59E/s320/DSC00065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1AL6038II/AAAAAAAAABU/foaDk9j12Rw/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025243332729106562" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1AL6038II/AAAAAAAAABU/foaDk9j12Rw/s320/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated a couple of birthdays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1AMK038JI/AAAAAAAAABc/JfYqWguhanA/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025243337024073874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1AMK038JI/AAAAAAAAABc/JfYqWguhanA/s320/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did some professional society work .. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1Bqq038MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7GoiQUxQMmQ/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025244960521711810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1Bqq038MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7GoiQUxQMmQ/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Made a very immaculately designed jar.. (tandoori chicken naan pot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1Bq6038NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vo6FmfxlPY4/s1600-h/P1020469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025244964816679122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1Bq6038NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vo6FmfxlPY4/s320/P1020469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a good picture of myself taken.. (don't enlarge it =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1CO6038OI/AAAAAAAAACE/pI7rSTNHjXg/s1600-h/IMG002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025245583291969762" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1CO6038OI/AAAAAAAAACE/pI7rSTNHjXg/s320/IMG002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1CYq038PI/AAAAAAAAACM/_zYZ0y-v5DQ/s1600-h/IMG003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025245750795694322" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1CYq038PI/AAAAAAAAACM/_zYZ0y-v5DQ/s320/IMG003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met a cute piglet..&lt;br /&gt;I think being in the UK one way or another has helped enchance my perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1DHq038QI/AAAAAAAAACU/f05CvmGVX_0/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025246558249545986" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb1DHq038QI/AAAAAAAAACU/f05CvmGVX_0/s320/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol me looking dorky.. cheers! may the new year bring new resolutions and challenges that are overcome with the greatest of ease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-1345306589356028807?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/1345306589356028807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=1345306589356028807&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/1345306589356028807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/1345306589356028807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-new-year.html' title='The Photoblog of the Dead'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JgxAkYWHTkc/Rb0-M6037_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/BkpGu39eURE/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-5377073578396567198</id><published>2007-01-25T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T01:44:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ranting of the dead</title><content type='html'>Sighhhhhhhhhh... i dunno why.. recently haven't had much mood to blog =( Life is going pretty hectic at the moment, but I'm enjoying it. A little worried about internship oppurtunities though. Hope I can get one this year and next year so that I can land a really nice ($) job. There's a time in life when someone stands in the crossroads; when a man has to decide between: full of stress, high paying, or less stress and lower pay. HMMM. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make this post a photoblog, but i'm currently inputting from a computer on campus, and searching the net only managed to find one pic of me that I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scroll down for pic*&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gents, if I may be so bold as to present me, coming out of the pool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.garygreenlives.com/Images_BlogPics/Hot%20Guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real photoblog will be uploaded soon... (hopefully)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-5377073578396567198?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/5377073578396567198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=5377073578396567198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5377073578396567198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/5377073578396567198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2007/01/ranting-of-dead.html' title='The ranting of the dead'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-116557649366223965</id><published>2006-12-08T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:15:51.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap</title><content type='html'>The workload is nuts! I'll get back to blogging once the holidays start- in a week's time or so.&lt;br /&gt;To my friends back home in msia.. stop rumour-mongering about me 'mambo-ing'. I'll kick your butts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gives digital kick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, Happy Birthday to Khai Lip and Wei Nie! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata for now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-116557649366223965?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/116557649366223965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=116557649366223965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/116557649366223965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/116557649366223965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/12/recap.html' title='Recap'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115914406435184658</id><published>2006-09-25T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T08:27:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touchdown</title><content type='html'>At the time of blogging, it's 12:50a.m. uk time, which equates to almost 8am msian time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight got delayed for two hours. Thankfully i managed to meet a couple of seniors so i'm not alone...didn't sleep much on the plane.. i would say an hour max. I arrived at the airport, only to find out that my cousin had already booked a cab to her place. Gotta luv relatives =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, i found out in dismay that the cab driver had to go somewhere by the time i got out of customs, and that the new cab would take at least 45 minutes to arrive. So I jumped on the tube without telling my cousin. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my neurons finally started firing enough to make me inform her of the situation (was already halfway there) I found out that the cab was to be paid for whether or not i arrived at the terminal. Felt incredibly selfish n stupid, but my cousin said it was okay...sigh.. what will i do without them man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 20 minutes or so later, arrived at cousin's place, and breathed a sigh of relief cuz the cab company did not charge them. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... The sky was beautiful tonight.. even without the moon.  Makes me think about how i got here now.. where i will go.. what's to become of me... will i be one of those people who wind up alone in life? I've never really thought about what kind of happiness i seek from my life, so i guess now's as good a time as any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, happiness is a very subjective thing. Should a person look out for others' happiness first before their own? When does looking out for your own interests begin to border on selfish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at immigration just now, walking towards the counter; and i have a habit: I tend to tap the passport on my lower lip. When i arrived at the counter, the lady smiled at me, paused, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"next time, could you try not putting it in your mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mildly embarrassed (althought i didnt put it in my mouth), i apologised and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you were in my position, would you touch this? (referring to the passport)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i kinda deserved that too, but to be fair, no spittle was on the passport.. i was tapping, not sucking on it for heaven's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man in the near counter decided to butt in. Smiling, he asked innocently,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you hungry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't actually realise his intent, but i took it as a joke, which was pleasant and a nice way to point it out to me. "yeah, kinda i guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't they feed you guys on the plane? You know, you don't have to slobber over your passport... if we wanted to do that we would have brought the dogs for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i wud have punched him cleanly in the face if he wasnt the person manning immigration. I don't appreciate implications that i slobber, nor do i appreciate being likened to a slobbering dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that hard to be polite these days? Arrogant, pompous, nasty egotistical people get away with all sorts of rubbish... it's no wonder more n more people don't give a rats ass about being polite. Are people only nice when they want something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i only nice when i want something? If i am, please do tell.. i don't want to be a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having rubbish people answering you in such a way to lower your sense of self esteem makes you question whether being nice to others is worth it at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you remember that if you start playing the same game, you're no better then them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least the night sky was beautiful tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115914406435184658?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115914406435184658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115914406435184658&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115914406435184658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115914406435184658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/09/touchdown.html' title='Touchdown'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115849147241557937</id><published>2006-09-17T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:11:12.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 more week</title><content type='html'>Monday:  Meet postgrad, badminton&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: KL&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: KL&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Last swimming, pack&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Dental appointment&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies.. already 3 months have passed and so much has happened.. with me rediscovering what it's like to exercise, to work, to live, to care, and to like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are my blog will stop soon after i go to uk. there's just too many things to do .. unless i find something really really interesting that catches my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To evryone reading, thanks.. *hug* especially you. Yes, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115849147241557937?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115849147241557937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115849147241557937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115849147241557937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115849147241557937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-more-week.html' title='1 more week'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115734530850236330</id><published>2006-09-04T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:48:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 slowest days of my life...</title><content type='html'>Being a promoter isn't my thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.  don't have the patience nor the understanding that promoting requires. One has to be patient to wait for customer(s) or targets that may never come, and understanding enough not to get pissed at people who blow you off. The past five days have gone by in a slow, crawling sort of pace. Not to mention having to approach almost every person wearing glasses who comes by, and repeat my pitch again. And again. And again. And to have them smile and wave the 'no thanks' sign. Monotony and repetitiveness I can deal with. Some people whom, when approached, when being talked to, just walk by. As if I was not there at all. Some even made rude gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.. does it take so much energy to just show a sign of disinterest? There was one particular person that just got me pissed i wanted to give her a german suplex. I spotted her and attempted to make a sales pitch, and then she showed me the finger! No, not that finger lol. She didn't even meet my glance, and walked by while wagging her pointer finger at me in a 'no-no' style.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And then she pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed about her 'cool' stunt with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sheesh. Even salespeople deserve some respect, you know.. they have to stand there for the entire day. What, missie, so big accomplishment issit, the way you reject people? 90% of the others I approached were so much friendler than you okay! grrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, being promoter has it's amusing experiences. There was even this crazy guy who came evryday just to try out glasses, and never buy them. Every day of the five I spent there! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, stop being absorbed on small things. I hope the money shows up before I go to u.k.- that way I can at least spend on a shirt. Or two. Or a creative zen player.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a first peek into the world of marketing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115734530850236330?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115734530850236330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115734530850236330&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115734530850236330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115734530850236330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/09/5-slowest-days-of-my-life.html' title='The 5 slowest days of my life...'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115686648339168464</id><published>2006-08-29T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:50:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Genting</title><content type='html'>Went to genting yesterday. Woke up wayyy to early, considering that the previous night i slept at 3-4, and woke up at 730am. I didn't know i could get so crabby in the mornings without enough sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with friends at the pudu bus station, and took a cab to the peak. The taxi driver was a drift fan i presume, cuz he took LOTS of tight corners- it almost felt like something out of tokyo drift/nfs underground! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genting has gotten warmer compared to last time.. i was practically feeling warm, warm and warmmmm. As for the rides... RM 46 for an all day indoor/outdoor pass? It's not a bad deal..  you enjoy riding things more than once. Going for all the rides once each, we practically finished the park in 3 hours (not counting the boring/kiddy rides). Of all the coaster rides, I'd say the celero shot, the superman coaster ride thingie and the corkscrew were the highlights, although i did enjoy the toboggan ride. The plume ride gets people wet- sadly, being a whole bunch of guys, there were no girls to offer our dry shirts to. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shot&lt;/span&gt;, which was almost a freefall drop, was a real adrenaline rush... hehehe i actually heard a couple girls screaming all the way up! even during the stationary phase, before they drop you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how i used to have a fear of coasters before yesterday =) I think it all comes down to conquering your fear and knowing that nothing is going to happen to you (accidents are few and far in between- stop being pessimistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, went for an okay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magic show&lt;/span&gt;, which, apart from magic, seemed to feature A LOT of bikini clad women shuffling around in peacock feathers. Also, there was this group of pre-pubescent chinese acrobats, some of which have already... uh, developed quite abit.. and it shows through their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skintight&lt;/span&gt; suits.&lt;br /&gt;The show itself had some normal stunts, like dissappearing this and that, and even had a cutesy line to 'save the tigers', laugh out soft (los)&lt;br /&gt;Then, the crazy fella in the group decided to up the ante, and bought 2 cans of tongkat ali, livita, redbull, coke, and.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kacip fatimah&lt;/span&gt;. Like, wtf! Tongkat ali is still okay, but..  kacip fatimah?! wanna make us grow boobs issit.. that guy proceeded to make us play card games when we were still sleepy! Funny thing was, after the loser got the first round of fatimah/levita/redbull, (confirm awake liao) things started to pick up..... eventually evryone had to drink, but i lost the least (hahahahahhahahahaha) and the guy who suggested the game, in the end, downed quite a bit :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally he wanted to use alcohol.. nasib we only get the aphrodisiacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and no noticable effects were noted in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;It is theorised that these herbal drinks don't work on people with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maximum manliness and libido&lt;/span&gt;... maybe that's why eh? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very fun two days (which got bored after we ran out of things to do lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be working for the next 5 days.. n hopefully earn some cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115686648339168464?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115686648339168464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115686648339168464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115686648339168464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115686648339168464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/genting.html' title='The Genting'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115621924236847015</id><published>2006-08-22T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:00:42.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by May Pin</title><content type='html'>One Word&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN ONLY TYPE ONE WORD. NO&lt;br /&gt;EXPLANATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: Thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Lover: ? (why u tag meeeeee whyyyyyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Hair: Unkempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother: Mellowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Father: Pillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Item: Wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Last Night: Empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Drink: Milopeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dream Home: Floating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Room You Are In: Living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Pets: Petless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Are Now: Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who You Want to be in Ten Years: Me   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Want to be in Ten Years: Healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You're Not: Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Friend: Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Your Wishlist Items:  £1,000,000,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Thing You Did : Wokeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What You Are Wearing: White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Weather: SunCloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Book: Dunno   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last Thing You Ate: CheeCheongFun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Life: Content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mood: Blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite article of clothing: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite color: NavyBlue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: NerdHorrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Konayuki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115621924236847015?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115621924236847015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115621924236847015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115621924236847015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115621924236847015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/tagged-by-may-pin.html' title='Tagged by May Pin'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115615058634270633</id><published>2006-08-21T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T16:56:26.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 ways to keep a guy</title><content type='html'>After seeing all those cutesy friendster posts about stuff like "10 ways to keep your girl", "11 ways to show you care for your girl", one thing struck me smack in the face:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How come all about girls only huh? Guys no need care n love issit?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, without further ado, here's my 10 ways to keep a guy:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 ways to keep a guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just kidding.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Give him his own space- messaging to know where he is is normal... unless you're doing it every five minutes. Make sure you've got your own life too! Clingy-ness is a big no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Don't nag too much- we don't mind the occasional nagging. It shows you still care. But keep it up long enough and you'll start to sound like mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Don't be afraid to try new things- He suggests a roller coaster ride. You're scared. He suggests a horror movie. You're afraid you'll get nightmares. He wants to go out to that new place. You don't see the point. He just wants to hang out with you for an afternoon. You tell him you're boring, it's going to be a sucky afternoon... which brings us to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Don't think of yourself in a negative way- Having self esteem is the first step to being attractive. Shyness doesnt mean there is a lack of self esteem. Saying things like "I sure cannot", "I won't be able to do it for sure", "People like me no chance" suggests that you don't love yourself enough to be confident in your abilities. Keep selling your bad points, and of coz no one will want to be with you =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Don't be too cocky- The other end of the spectrum, having the know-it-all attitude is just a turnoff, especially if you start behaving superior to the other. A relationship is about mutual trust and respect, not about who's right most of the time. Or thinking that you have the best breasts in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick is to be confident, yet not come across as arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Lies- Don't overexagerrate what you know. Eventually the facade will fall tyou through, and you'll be left in the open trying to explain to your pissed boyfriend that you were just trying to connect with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Alone time- Guys LOVE alone time. Any guy disagree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Other guys- Obviously, we're going to let you socialise with other people, but don't go and sit in his lap, curl your hair, thrust your boobs and laugh 'that' laugh and still say he's "just a friend". There's a fine line between friendly talk, playful flirtation and seductive banter. Same goes for guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Being playful from time to time helps keep things exciting =) (hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Smile- Female smiles have been shown to physically weaken males as well as melt their willpower if used seductively.  It's probably the reason he fell for you in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115615058634270633?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115615058634270633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115615058634270633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115615058634270633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115615058634270633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/10-ways-to-keep-guy.html' title='10 ways to keep a guy'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115583662723443527</id><published>2006-08-18T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:43:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S E X</title><content type='html'>Got your attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I'm not a very good blogger.  I've actually had dozens and dozens of times when I've had  interesting thoughts swirling about in my head,  all ready to be written and published on this digital white page, only to helplessly feel it oozing away while waiting for the stupid 'new post' page to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, this post isn't about sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging in the wee hours of morning is always better then blogging during the day- there's definitely less noise involved in the process, and the only sounds that i hear at the moment are the chirping of the crickets, the whirring of the stand fan and the tapping of my oily keyboard. Hmm. I should get out more often. This oily keyboard is a bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahha. I finally remember something... nope, lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel like reverting back to my childhood self. No worries, no responsibilities- just doing what you want, hugging who you want, and (of course) kissing whoever you want. Already next year, I'm prepping to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prepare my CV&lt;br /&gt;-Apply for internships&lt;br /&gt;-Juggle Msoc and lion dance responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;           &gt;Pasar Malam&lt;br /&gt;           &gt;Mnite&lt;br /&gt;           &gt;Theater Trips&lt;br /&gt;           &gt;Drum storage&lt;br /&gt;           &gt;Membership issues&lt;br /&gt;           &gt;Publicity and performances&lt;br /&gt;-Course projects&lt;br /&gt;-Studying&lt;br /&gt;-Cooking&lt;br /&gt;-Spending time with people I care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bad habit really. I tend to list everything out, and fuss and stress over it until evrything looks like a daunting, impossible, unclimbable hill of tasks. Worrying about whether I'll do the right thing. Worrying about whether I'm suited for the job. Worrying about whether I'll let anyone down. I dive into the sea of worries and get lost in the madness of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I'm a nice guy. Am I? Am I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; nice? Am I accomodating? When should I put my needs before others, and when should I put the needs of a common goal before mine? Saying that there is a middle road is only escaping from the reality that life's choices aren't that simple. Will there come a day when I have to forego my personal beliefs to feed the monetary assets of the company that I'm working for? Is it too much to ask to live a simple life with financial stability, peace of mind, physical health and be surrounded by people who love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for the average person to pursue such things without getting caught-up in the madness that is politics? Office politics, work politics, national politics. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corruption.&lt;/span&gt; Some people call it a game, some say "play the game, since everyone else is playing it too". Does this game involve killing others so you can survive? Making other people look bad so you can stand a better chance at that fatter paycheque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want something bad enough, is it okay to push through other people to get it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good can a person be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it is easier not to think, and to be a simple, happy person who grabs Life by the reigns- One at a time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115583662723443527?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115583662723443527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115583662723443527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115583662723443527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115583662723443527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/s-e-x.html' title='S E X'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115553778418243128</id><published>2006-08-14T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:43:04.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL</title><content type='html'>Went to KL on the weekend to go ice skating... for the second time in my biological life. I felt like a baby having to learn to 'walk' all over again- but i think the only thing that people saw was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3379/3488/1600/skating_panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3379/3488/320/skating_panda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also had the pleasure (horror?) of accidentally smacking someone hard in the face. I was flailing madly off balance when the guy came in fast from behind. He caught a whole chunk of my watch and my left wrist to the top corner of his eye. I didn't know what happened next- somehow a little while after, he dissappeared. Hope he's okay. (Lesson- never skate with a noob- esp one with madly swinging arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me I had a future model safely guide me back to safe ground before i took anybody's head off =\ Or further injured my well-toned derriere.  Thanks, miss =) (names have been withheld to protect privacy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, forgot to go to pc fair. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have started preparing for their careers- writing CVs, reading up on relevant topics. It is at this moment that i feel somewhat helpless, as my family has a background in medicine. They wouldn't know much about writing CVs, attending interviews, etc. From this point on, I have to eke it out on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the *coughcough* analysis on what attracts the opposite sex has been postponed. see la when i feel analytical... currently not that much in the mood. I'm having the sudden realisation that we are all growing up =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115553778418243128?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115553778418243128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115553778418243128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115553778418243128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115553778418243128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/kl.html' title='KL'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115531221521346730</id><published>2006-08-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:03:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chemical Romance</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my very first analysis of the human race! Today, we shall cover the female gender and what they consider to be attractive qualities in their mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suddenly, I damn sien and no mood liao. Thus, this will be done in the next post =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115531221521346730?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115531221521346730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115531221521346730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115531221521346730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115531221521346730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-chemical-romance.html' title='My Chemical Romance'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115504910920639526</id><published>2006-08-08T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T22:58:29.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The. Best. Nickelback. Lyrics. Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I'm driving black on black&lt;br /&gt;Just got my license back&lt;br /&gt;I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the&lt;br /&gt;track&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask polite if the devil needs a ride&lt;br /&gt;Because the angel on my right ain't hanging out with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving past your house while you were sneaking out&lt;br /&gt;I got the car door opened up so you can jump in on the run&lt;br /&gt;Your mom don't know that you were missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She'd be pissed if she could see the parts of you that I've been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;No, we're never gonna quit&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;Just acting like we're animals&lt;br /&gt;No, no matter where we go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody knows&lt;br /&gt;We're just a couple of animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, get in&lt;br /&gt;Get in, just get in&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trouble we're in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beside me on the seat&lt;br /&gt;Got your hand between my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;squeeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's hard to steer when you're breathing in my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got both hands on the wheel while you got both hands on my&lt;br /&gt;gears&lt;br /&gt;By now, no doubt that we were heading south&lt;br /&gt;I guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with a full mouth&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good I almost drove into the ditch&lt;br /&gt;I'm screamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, get in&lt;br /&gt;Get in, just get in&lt;br /&gt;Look at the trouble we're in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were parked out by the tracks&lt;br /&gt;We're sitting in the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And we just started getting busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When she whispered "what was that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wind, I think 'cause no one else knows where we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that was when she started screamin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That's my dad outside the car!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh please, the keys, they're not in the ignition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must have wound up on the floor while&lt;br /&gt;we were switching our positions&lt;br /&gt;I guess they knew that she was missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As I tried to tell her dad it was her mouth that I was kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on baby, get in&lt;br /&gt;We're just a couple of animals&lt;br /&gt;Get in, just get in&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing wrong with it&lt;br /&gt;Check out the trouble we're in&lt;br /&gt;Get in, just get in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I only realised what this song actually meant after i listened to it a couple dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;The bolded parts are the parts i found to be very witty/funny lol&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder if any of the girls who like this actually listen to the lyrics, eh? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115504910920639526?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115504910920639526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115504910920639526&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115504910920639526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115504910920639526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/best-nickelback-lyrics-ever.html' title='The. Best. Nickelback. Lyrics. Ever.'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115496153390071328</id><published>2006-08-07T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:38:53.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Words</title><content type='html'>Mum today said something I've heard for the millionth time, but it never fails to amuse me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A woman's breasts are, after all, modified sweat glands... but they've become a sex symbol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda explains why men like to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweat&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115496153390071328?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115496153390071328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115496153390071328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115496153390071328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115496153390071328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/mothers-words.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Words'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115470445055271593</id><published>2006-08-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:18:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Newspapers, Toilets and That Lady in the Water</title><content type='html'>Recently, when i was on the way back from badminton with my dad in the car, I happened to have the opputunity to listen to a local track which graced my ears... it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD-NEWS-PAPER!  (dang dang dang)&lt;br /&gt;OLD-NEWS-PAPER! (dang dang dang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blablablabla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD-NEWS-PAPER! (dang dang dang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeat until finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Yikes. What has happened to music nowadays =.=  Are we really so out of inspiration that even old newspapers provide us with something to sing about? Admittedly, I quite enjoyed the song (yes, i did.. you can stop laughing now), but is this a sign? Are we to listen to even more farcical sounding songs in the near future? Has humanity really ran out of things to sing about, that we may have to resort to local things that no one cares about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is this the beauty of the song, singing about something so normal that it makes us realise that we fail to appreciate the magic of evryday life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, if you will, a song in the near future that has a similar theme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOILET CLEANER! (dang dang dang)&lt;br /&gt;TOILET CLEANER! (dang dang dang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the joy of thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it's better then singing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HUMPS, MY HUMPS MY HUMPS MY HUMPS MY LOVELY CAMEL HUMPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_= Now *that* is something to be worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently rediscovered my love for some old 90's songs.. e.g. Juliet the Orange. "Eyelash" is strangely hypnotic, but her only other song i could get a hold of, "Quizzical" was very childishly sang. heheh. cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Lady in the Water got an A- from The Star. I guess it must be the surreal, thinking man's movie, cuz judging by the trailer and M. Night Shyamalan's previous works ( The Sixth Sense was 'quirky', Signs was 'meh', and The Village was..... didn't watch at all) It was going to be some quiet affair. Like a movie you would watch on a lazy saturday afternoon, all alone, or when you are pondering the wonders of the universe. I dunno if its something you would bring a girl to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115470445055271593?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115470445055271593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115470445055271593&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115470445055271593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115470445055271593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-newspapers-toilets-and-that-lady-in.html' title='Of Newspapers, Toilets and That Lady in the Water'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115454985286351360</id><published>2006-08-03T04:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:47:56.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO HOO!</title><content type='html'>Phew! I finally managed to create (with some reference) this blog.. everything you see is hand crafted for that lovely finish, from the background pic to the nice little buttons. Had to take a crash course in CSS (didnt really learn much anyway) but hopefully there are no bugs, and it turns out okay! It's nice! It's nice! I don't care what anyone else says, spent the entire day doing the stupid code and background... =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my new blog =P The only thing i miss about friendster is that the pic is always there.. no worries, for i shall post some self appreciating pics soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115454985286351360?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115454985286351360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115454985286351360&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115454985286351360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115454985286351360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/woo-hoo.html' title='WOO HOO!'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31990954.post-115441920782121739</id><published>2006-08-01T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:47:11.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test title</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;testing &lt;/strong&gt;testing &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31990954-115441920782121739?l=jinshui03.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/feeds/115441920782121739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31990954&amp;postID=115441920782121739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115441920782121739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31990954/posts/default/115441920782121739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jinshui03.blogspot.com/2006/08/test-title.html' title='test title'/><author><name>daryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441026339533062270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
