<?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-4249251103238660610</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:48:16.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4105919664702756075</id><published>2012-01-06T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T01:38:47.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chalet 4th &amp; 5th January 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet was Awesome because everyone who said they were coming, turned up. I was happy for that. But I wasn't in my best mood throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purchasing of food, was split up in two teams. My team had a missing member cause she was late. wth. haha. So we rushed to grab everything that was written down. Then we met up with the other team to head to the chalet.&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk from the interchange to the chalet, it was kinda long and tiring since we were carrying the heavy stuff. We arrived, and woah! First impression of the chalet was WOAH! It was big and spacious.&lt;br /&gt;Only one, apart from the food purchasing team, had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;We started preparations for BBQ around 6pm?&lt;br /&gt;The fire for BBQ started within 1 minute of setting up thanks to me mostly.... That was seriously my first time starting a fire so fast. Also thanks to Xiao Shi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest arrived when we started to BBQ, nice timing guys. The teachers arrived, Ms Aileen and Mr Shen. After I started the BBQ, I couldn't take it anymore, so the rest started cooking. I took a rest. lol. My friend brought his guitar and played some songs.Then me and Asyraf decided to sing instinctively when we heard him playing the chords. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bugger got drunk so fast, and was creating a lot of scenes, his drama was endless. And it was embarrassing to watch. Firstly, he is a MUSLIM. At the pit, I almost lost it and wanted to hit him. HARD. To make him wake up. Bloody hell, use an accent on me.&lt;br /&gt;By 9-10pm, the food was starting to run out, so we stopped BBQing cause we need to leave some food for two more friends. And I was in one of the four rooms talking to Qam, wah I really pity him. Having to be strict to himself yet he doesn't want to cause unhappiness towards those that he loves with his decisions. While I listened to him, I could almost feel his state of emotions. And then when he's decided on a fair decision, we wen out. I was freaking shock that they were BBQing the remaining food. I was disappointed with their actions. But I can't blame them, they were humans, teenagers, we eat a lot. The thing that kept me at a state of abrupt anger is that they do not clean up after themselves. I told them, I even shouted after several times for them to clean. Plates on the floor, satay sticks on the food preparation table. Super pissed. So I went to the area with a sofa cushion. LOL! Was sitting then Afiq, sat beside me after a long time talking to his girlfriend on the phone. He looked down, really down. I asked what's wrong, and what I got was something I should have been more prepared about. His tale is similar to mine, 3 years ago? Girls, please don't let us chase you, catch you then you say that it was just a test. Please DON'T. I felt him, cause I've been through it, he has not, and I do not want that to happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, I saw Joseph sitting by himself. I thought he was sleeping and wanted to call him back cause everyone went in already. I couldn't believe that he was c_ _ _ _ _ . I got really upset and confused at the same time. So concerned. Why are my friends facing so much trouble? Can't their troubles just shift to me? They are all cheerful people; Qam, Afiq and Joseph. It hurts me to know that they are hurting. And them forcing to fake a smile, hurts me even more. Can I trade their pain with a smile on their faces again? Anything for them to smile again, sincerely, I'd do everything possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went pass, the girls went back. Then it struck me, Arina was supposed to bring back her water container. I was super pissed that she did not even bother to ask me. Cause I kept it for her from the last BBQ our class had, and then brought it for this chalet. And now I have to bring it back with me again? WTF. My parents were already mad at me for keeping it for so long cause it is not mine. Tsk. She did not even text or call saying she forgot or what. Nothing was done. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I come to think of it, the one who suggested this chalet did not stay overnight. SO I do not think the person's suggestion for the next chalet or bbq would be considered. Maybe maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this. I went inside a room cause the group in the hall wanted to play some card games. And end up, I landed right in the middle of a ghost sharing session. Scary stories in it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO end of the day, I ended up sleeping. Cause a lot went home already siah......Hehehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4105919664702756075?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4105919664702756075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2012/01/chalet-4th-5th-january-2012-chalet-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4105919664702756075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4105919664702756075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2012/01/chalet-4th-5th-january-2012-chalet-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8484743268436008457</id><published>2011-12-19T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T16:00:16.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with the fonts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my holidays started a week ago, and I've done nothing much during the holidays. Was supposed to do site rece for my TPS project, but one of the team member is busy. So it's postponed. Time is running out, and we have not started on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes to all my other holiday assignments and projects. Scape Countdown committee, Capstone organising committee. TPS project and then there is this report to be done. Tsk so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job, but I do not wish to work in politically strong place. It disrupts my thoughts and does not form a good impression towards me. Plus I might get into one of their rumours. Which I got into in the previous company I worked under. All of a sudden I was the talk of town, or was it that it was kept really low so I would not find out. Because if I did, gosh damn, they would be screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8484743268436008457?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8484743268436008457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8484743268436008457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8484743268436008457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-561152057055825554</id><published>2011-12-13T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T01:57:19.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love this thing..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Girls need to realize ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;We guys don't care if you talk to other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there. We don't care if a guy calls or texts you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Nothing is that important at 2am that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning, we freakin' mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood I'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Let us pay for you ! Don't feel bad. We enjoy doing it. It's expected. Smile and say thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching. If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of make-up you own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. Or my t-shirt and boxers, not all dolled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible. Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us. It's boring, and we don't care. You have girlfriends for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/'beautiful"I'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/stud/cutie/sexy" or whatever else you can think of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;On the other hand I'm not saying I wouldn't like it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change! Ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population, and find someone who will treat you with utter respect. Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes and say I love you and actually mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Give the nice guys a chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Guys repost this if you agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Every guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;ADVICE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;*Holding Hands* -Girls: If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;*Movies* -Girls: During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder. -Guys: Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;*Loving each other* -Guys: When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too and mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;*Laying below the stars* -Girls: When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heartbeat. -Guys: Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-561152057055825554?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/561152057055825554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-this-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/561152057055825554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/561152057055825554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-this-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3614647356394930791</id><published>2011-11-23T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T20:09:34.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We Got Married:  Adam Couple&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! Recently, I got myself to watch We Got Married: Adam Couple, out of curiosity. The reality show has so many ups and downs. Basically for them, they face more downs then ups, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching the show, and everytime I watch, I get butterflies in my stomach and I just couldn't stop smiling to myself because of the things they do. They are so sweet. I wish they would actually date and get married in real life. I don't want them to end. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reaching the Couple's last episode really soon. I've grown learning more of love and of the both of them through this show. And it's really sad to have a not so happy ending. I'm already getting emotional just thinking about it. It's almost the same feeling as having butterflies in the stomach, but this time it has a negative impact. Wah I'm really sad and disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching their episodes from these websites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://thetimes.wordpress.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://snjeung.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://snjeung.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do watch them! They would make a difference to you, somehow. Non-kpop fans are not encouraged to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3614647356394930791?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3614647356394930791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-got-married-adam-couple-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3614647356394930791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3614647356394930791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-got-married-adam-couple-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4396393789896765715</id><published>2011-11-06T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:12:38.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll Stand My Ground.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being uninvited hurts, especially if they are the ones closest to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I can kind of figure out where I stand, and it ain't anywhere close in their hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies if I am assuming things, if I really am then you should make a point to me that I'm wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not avoiding you, but you seem to have been giving me the cold shoulder since I can remember. It seems to me that you are the one avoiding me. Don't believe me? Ok... Recently how many times in a day have you spoke to me? Zero to none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4396393789896765715?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4396393789896765715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-stand-my-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4396393789896765715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4396393789896765715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/11/ill-stand-my-ground.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4838990308534350930</id><published>2011-11-03T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:36:21.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Spooktacular Day 3,4 &amp;amp; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't get my mind off of you. She's been stuck on my mind, however her face has become more and more pixelated because I can't really remember her face now. I think, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 153); font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(208, 218, 253); font-size: large; "&gt;너무 좋아요!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway for the rest of the days, I don't remember much. It happened way too fast. The only ones I remembered was taking pictures with infants. They were so adorable. They were a bit wary of me but they didn't cry out of fear. I almost smiled brightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Appreciation Lunch is on 19th November, Saturday. I hope it goes well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4838990308534350930?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4838990308534350930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/11/spooktacular-day-34-5-i-really-cant-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4838990308534350930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4838990308534350930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/11/spooktacular-day-34-5-i-really-cant-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8694610041150042129</id><published>2011-10-28T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:25:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Spooktacular Day 1 &amp;amp; 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The event that I've waited an entire year for, has finally arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sentosa Spooktacular. I only got to know my character on the first day itself. Even then, I was a given a choice between two characters. I must have been lucky to have come early, cause I got to choose that character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I remembered the more standout happenings on the first two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First day, OCTOBER 21st, not much. But the first thing a minority group of people thought when they saw me was that I was a stripper. WTH. Secondly some thought it was cosplay. WTH again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OK. I remembered me disturbing this Caucasian woman with natural white-blonde hair. I kept somehow appearing in front of her or behind her. The third time was down an escalator, she said "You're scary. I'm gonna have a nightmare because of you." And everytime she sees me, she'll give that *not again* kind of expression. But she kept smiling. Then another time, she said "(points to another ghost) He's friendly. You. You are scary, and I'm gonna have nightmares because of you." Still smiling, she said that. These kind of people make your job worth it. I really hope she didn't actually have nightmares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Another thing that stood out was a group of young guys, probably 2-4 years younger than me approached me for a photo. The guy who caught my attention was this really good looking guy. His face almost shone in the barely lit ambiance. His face was so flawless. It was almost pure white. Then when he walked to stand beside me for a photo, I could see the side-view of his nose. And damn, it was straight and sharp. Wow really marvelous. First time I saw a guy that flawless looking. Really amazing. Good to know there are guys that possess that kind of look. HOWEVER!!! He was holding on to a tote bag and although not a sure sign that he's a softie, his standing posture was still manly. Heng.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Second day, OCTOBER 22nd, was more happening so to say. There was a bigger turnout. Way bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was stationed near Sky Tower this time. More people. More flashes blinding me within minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So there were three really young boys around 6-10 years old in range. I stared at them and that was enough to startle them. Then after awhile, two of them came back and disturbed me. I chased them down all the way to the last flight of escalators. MY FEET WERE KILLING ME! I wasn't wearing anything on my feet, as though the rocks weren't enough, I had to step on the escalator. I was cursing inside. As though that wasn't enough for them. They came back up not long after, but this time there was only two of them. They taunted me a few times, I ignored them because they were just too close to the escalators. It wasn't safe. So they tried sneaking past my blind spot, but apparently I was watching them. Once they were well away from the escalator, I chased them all the way to Sky Tower. They split directions as soon as I gave chase. I chased the older one, the ground was slippery, and he slipped in a really hilarious position. I just stopped chasing him as soon as that happened. I was  also about to slip, but lucky he slipped first. Pity lah. Then the Ranger came, "Don't chase him too much". Indirectly, that means "That was sick!!" Hehe...^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Throughout the night, there will be staff selling Halloween headgear. I kept staring at this Indian &amp;amp; Chinese Female staff, they were selling the headgear. But mostly I just followed and stared the Indian Girl, and she kept asking me to talk to her and blah blah blah. She said, "I must find out who you are. Seriously. You ah...." You know, for me, even the staffs have no exception. I disturbed the Takoyaki guy throughout the 2 days. It's funny how uncomfortable he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So there was this group of people near a queue. I realised this guy was kind of hiding behind his buddy. I went to him and BOOM!!! his reaction to it was hilarious. Even I wanted to laugh at that point of time. Those in the queue laughed, his friends laughed. He must have been really embarrassed. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I was at Sky Tower area, a group of girls walked passed me. One of them said, "Isn't this Alif? He from SHINee Concert one!" I was like wth? Who are you? I've never seen you before. For a ghost, that was kind of embarassing. ^^ I recognised one of them from the previous year queue management team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I eyed on this couple in a queue. The girl was obviously scared. I turned to face other guests. Then I heard her say,"This one not scary one lah". That instant, I turned and stared at her. Even her boyfriend felt uncomfortable. ^^ Well done Alif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love disturbing couples. This year the guys are a bit calmer and less protective. Thank you people. There was a guy who was comforting his girlfriend and he saw me approaching them. He made a gesture behind her to not come. I find that very considerate and respectful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There was this couple about to go towards the escalator. I moved towards them. All of a sudden, the girl ran. She let go of her boyfriend, turned, ran. I blocked her, and she slipped and fell. That point of time, I snapped out of character and helped her up. See I good boy you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At Sky Tower, I was walking pass. Some group called me to take a photo with them. Then my attention was brought to the group right in front of me. I recognised them cause I kept disturbing one of the girls. She was supposedly afraid, but she wasn't anymore. She jokingly asked whether we could switch headgear. I change with her and took a photo. Should have pose like a cutie lorh. Haish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last two. In the queue at IOS, there was two groups about a few metres behind each other. The one further in front were people around my age group. There was one guy who acted inappropriately, and I swear I wanted knee his treasures down there. So rude. Haha then some of them said that this girl wanted my number. And the girl who asked for it, came forward and ask me a few questions. Obviously I didn't answer. But she was smart. She said if I was local blink my eyes once. So I blinked once. She asked if I was older than 15 years old blink once. Then I blink. Then all her friends stop her. They stop raking information from him lahhhhhhhh. LOL! I can't help but smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;As I walk backwards in the queue. There is this group of guys and girls younger than me. In the group everyone was really afraid of me even being close to them. I was at first staring at this girl. She avoided eye contact at all times. Her friends told her to stare back. When she did, I climbed into the queue and went right next to her face and stare. She was definitely afraid loh cover her face like that. The bad thing was, her eyes were teary. I kinda felt bad but hey just doing my job. :) I kept disturbing her since. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8694610041150042129?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8694610041150042129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/10/spooktacular-day-1-2-event-that-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8694610041150042129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8694610041150042129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/10/spooktacular-day-1-2-event-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-6094715448126583135</id><published>2011-10-26T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T04:01:08.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I miss being on this blog. I miss writing my life story. Daily happenings and so on and so forth. I have many things to update this blog with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There's the SHINee World Concert, the Audi Boat Trip, my first term results and currently the event I've waited a year for; Sentosa Spooktacular!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will update more and more. I have yet to explain myself for my time away from this blog. The internet connection at my house was cut off for a few months, so I was left unable to even update myself with news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is it for this post. Stay at the edge of your seats cause I'll be updating really soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I gotta sleep cause it's way past bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-6094715448126583135?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/6094715448126583135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-i-miss-being-on-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6094715448126583135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6094715448126583135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-i-miss-being-on-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8954276483769603417</id><published>2011-09-09T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T10:58:23.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while, hasn't it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So many things have been happening since I've last updated my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And currently I am super pissed with a number of my classmates. Why can't they just agree? Gosh. Firstly if you guys are gonna back out like this on a major basis, you guys shouldn't have agreed on it in the first place. It would save everyone the trouble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alright, so it's like this, we are going for Jalan Raya on Monday 12th September. And at first we all wanted to to get a chartered bus or something cause there were many of us. And then after my friend had booked for it for $20 per hour, most who had agreed on it suddenly is so against it. They backed out saying it's too expensive. I am still like, WTF? What were you guys thinking. I'm at an utter speechless state where I wish to not speak to anyone anything. Cause I might end up blowing up in their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OH! Tomorrow's SHINee concert! And something struck me really hard this morning. My friend told me that SHINee is arriving here in Singapore at 6am in the morning tomorrow. And all I could say was, " They must be really tired. They will definitely have to go for rehearsals straight away after that. They'd be so tired, they may collapse" Aish, the physical fatigue they are gonna face is a bit too harsh. I hope their management don't give them such a hectic and tight schedule. Anyway, I'm gonna be there early to get some merchandise there, just for souvenirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sunday, I'm going out with my family to visit my cousins and relatives. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Monday, believe I'd still be mad at their last minute backing out. I'll definitely show a blank face and be quiet most of the times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why do I have to make small sacrifices to make others happy, but no one's willing to make small sacrifices to make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8954276483769603417?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8954276483769603417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-been-while-hasnt-it-so-many-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8954276483769603417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8954276483769603417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-been-while-hasnt-it-so-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-206207944258610859</id><published>2011-07-26T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:24:36.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's too early for this to happen.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My friend. She was really someone where I thought I could really trust and respect. But this was way pass the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li class="MessagingMessage heavySeparator uiListItem uiListLight uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-color: rgb(170, 170, 170); border-right-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-bottom-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-left-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); "&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix main" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: -15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -15px; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li class="MessagingMessage uiListItem uiListLight uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-right-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-bottom-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-left-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); "&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix main" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: -15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -15px; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList body contentListWidth" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.127558074002750" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;its too late now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.261602943856452" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;i dont wanna hear anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.138087329609037" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;yeah i talked about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.170090069728471" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;i talked BAD ABOUT YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.123918467702964" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;DONE. over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.195689740486565" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&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/4249251103238660610-206207944258610859?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/206207944258610859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-too-early-for-this-to-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/206207944258610859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/206207944258610859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-too-early-for-this-to-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8172842540239986366</id><published>2011-07-12T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T23:37:13.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(38, 44, 44); 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border-right-color: rgb(69, 58, 22); border-bottom-color: rgb(69, 58, 22); border-left-color: rgb(69, 58, 22); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt; July 12th, 2011 | &lt;img src="http://cdn.temasekreview.com/wp-content/themes/WP_010/images/PostAuthorIcon.png" width="14" height="14" alt="" style="border-top-color: rgb(69, 58, 22); border-right-color: rgb(69, 58, 22); border-bottom-color: rgb(69, 58, 22); border-left-color: rgb(69, 58, 22); border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; vertical-align: middle; " /&gt; Author: &lt;a href="http://www.temasekreview.com/author/contributor/" title="Posts by Contributions" style="color: rgb(24, 27, 27); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; text-decoration: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Contributions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="art-PostContent" style="color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Dear Mr Heng,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;I am a Secondary Four student at Nan Chiau High School, and am due to take my O Levels this year. Being shown first-hand what the education system is like, especially from a fairly unflattering point of view, has made me realise much about the education system that I do not like. Of course, I am fully aware that no education system is perfect, yet in the spirit of transformation the PAP has hopefully adopted since the 2011 General Elections, I write this letter to you in the hope that some of these problems with our system will indeed be changed, or if not, at least reviewed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;I speak just for myself, and not for all other graduating students in Singapore when I say this, but I do feel strongly about many methods being employed in secondary schools, especially for graduating classes. For one, I have come to realise the serious emphasis the education system has placed on factual memorisation. Perhaps it is just used in my school, or maybe even a method most autonomous or government schools apply, but based on personal observation, I have come to the conclusion that students are often not taught to ask ‘Why?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Children are curious and inquisitive, asking their parents questions many parents themselves are not able to answer. As a parent yourself, I believe you can testify to this. Too often, I have heard toddler cousins asking their parents why the grass on my front lawn is green, and how their baby sister was created, or why fruit punch is reddish-pink. I therefore strongly believe that the education system is indeed stifling to a child’s inquisitive and curious mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Albert Einstein once said: “The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.” Yet, what is it we are doing to our students today? We are training them not to question, Mr Heng.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;I once had to do a Chemistry paper in which I was asked ‘Why?’ for many things, such as ‘Why is carbon a non-metal?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Perhaps it is just my school’s teaching methods, but for the life of me, I was never once taught why carbon was a non-metal. Since I started with Chemistry in Secondary Three, I learnt that the staircase line divided the Periodic Table into metals and non-metals, and that metals and metals took part in metallic bonding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;That, I believe, is one of the key flaws in the education system. This is a flaw that is not only serious, but also has wide-reaching effects. The most common definition of education is the one provided by the Cambridge dictionary, which states that education is ‘the process of teaching or learning in a school or college, or the knowledge that you get from this’, but I prefer the one found in the students’ favourite dictionary. Education itself, as defined by Dictionary.com, is ‘the act or process of imparting or acquiring general knowledge, developing the powers of reasoning and judgment, and generally of preparing oneself or others intellectually for mature life.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;The beauty of education is to ask ‘Why?’ and have those questions answered. To be aware of knowledge one never knew about. To constantly discover new insights and new things every day, to answer questions lurking in our minds. But far too often, we are taught not to ask why, to just memorise. To get an A1, all we have to do is memorise our textbooks inside out and upside down, and be able to regurgitate them on the very day, tweaking them minimally to answer the questions asked. In the pursuit for grades, I believe we have lost the beauty of education: The ability to ask ‘Why?’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Maybe I’m still a teenager. Still sixteen, still not quite mature in my thinking processes and ways of speech. Maybe I don’t know exactly what type of education system I want, but I know one thing: I want a system where I’m not a product on a factory line, but a real human with an inquisitive mind, always taught to ask and wonder. Memorizing is indeed the fastest way out. Fastest way to good grades, the fastest way out of poverty, the fastest way to a good job and a good salary and a good life. The fastest way to a First World Country. But is it really the best way to educate?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Minister, the purpose of education is to ‘prepare oneself or others intellectually for mature life’. Singapore is a First World Country with developing quartenary industries and a high Human Development Index. It has a stable economy, a thriving political landscape and top-notch healthcare systems. No longer can we adopt the same methods it took us to get here. Instead, what the country needs is more thinkers, more creators. People who dare to ask ‘Why?’ and ‘Why not?’. People who are not slaves to change, but create the change. How do we train the leaders of the nation, if many of our brightest young minds are not bright because they can think, but are bright simply because they know how to maneuver their way around school exams and the education system? It is no surprise then, that many of our local policies are all recycled from those of other countries. They lack imagination and creativity, because it is my deep-set belief that other than curiosity, those are the other things the local education system kills.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;My friends are constantly telling me that Singapore has no talent. They are constantly swooning over foreign celebrities, actors and actresses, but in comparison, the support and fanbase for our own local talents are negligible, save for a few. I do not believe that Singaporeans lack talent. In fact, I truly believe Singaporeans are a talented bunch. Art, music, dance, you name it, I can name someone who’s good at it. So what is the problem here, you may ask. The problem is that Singaporean youths are often not taught as individuals with separate talents, but as a collective who are all the same. Often, we suppress our own natural talents for what the education system wants. I have had so many Chemistry and Biology answers marked completely wrong just because I used my own words to express the same idea. ‘Cambridge wants this, so we will give them this’ appears to be the mindset of most of the teachers, who throw us model answers to be memorised. We cannot change the markers at the University of Cambridge, but I am sure you would agree with me that this is not the way to educate youths. Many times, in English, I have been told to follow a certain structure and certain format for even free writing tests. Youths are brimming with creativity and fresh ideas, but we lack that same outlet to express them. Why do you think social networking is such a crazy trend? Social networking gives students a voice that the education system never gave them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;How do we cultivate talent in this manner, by not giving youths a voice? By memorizing tons and tons of model answers and essays to be submitted? In this way, the education system is sending a message to Singaporean youths that it is not wrong to have a voice, but it is wrong to use this voice in the system of education. What it does not realise is that it is the education system that is supposed to give Singaporean students their voice! By educating students, we are giving them the ability and knowledge to speak their minds, yet take this privilege from them away all at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Is this really what education is? Stifling voices in favour of appeasing examiners, memorizing facts to get that A1, yet all of these are forgotten by the time we start work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Call me naive, because I am still young, but I believe an education is not about imparting facts and figures and making students digest it all. It’s about shaping a mindset. Creating a person. Nurturing what God gave each one of us. I fear that in the pursuit for the Singaporean Dream, we have lost the initial purpose of education: to create a person, who is opinionated and articulate and creative and imaginative. Who is not afraid to think out of the box and come up with new ideas and policies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;We may be a First World Country, but if our education system still holds the belief that we are in a Second or Third World Country, and need to furiously cram facts in our head to get out of the cycle of poverty fast, then we will never truly raise First World leaders. Leaders who can think about the solution to an exact problem, and not recite whatever they learnt in their political science or economics courses in university.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;—&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Another gaping flaw in the education system is the premise of character development. From the way it is taught in schools, it often feels like schools are introducing character development just purely for the sake of it, and not for inculcating values important to working life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Mr Heng, we are taught Civics and Moral Education from a FILE, and from TEXTBOOKS. We are given CME EXAMS. Surely you would agree this is not the way to go about teaching values? Values cannot be taught, so the education system tries to force it down our throats by teaching us morally-correct behaviour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Since Social Studies in primary school, we have been fed the system’s easy way out. Instead of actually having values instilled into us, we are taught to give morally-correct answers. We are taught to help old ladies cross roads when they look like they need assistance. Though the last sentence may be a bit of an exaggeration, one cannot deny that it is true. Character is not the knowledge that we should help the old lady cross the road, but the actual act of helping her do it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;The sad but true reality is that most teenagers know that the old lady needs assistance, but would rather continue checking Facebook statuses and giving Twitter updates on their smartphones rather than going over and helping the poor soul.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Granted, who am I to make a generalisation and say that all teenagers are this way? I know that there are teenagers and youths out there who are truly compassionate, who would truly go out of their way to help, but I have no arguments in my bag of tricks to argue for the stand that this behaviour is taught by Civics and Moral Education lessons in schools. Rather, more often than not, it is good parenting that leads a child to do so, not CME lessons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Teachers often ‘eat up’ our CME lessons to have their own lessons, for one. Though this may not be a commonplace occurence, it happens extremely often for graduating classes when teachers are rushing to finish up the syllabus. Again, the system sends out another message: As long as you can get all A1s for your O levels, your character does not matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;I am sure this is not the intended message, but it is certainly what most of us are hearing. The common mentality is ‘So what if you have a good character? You’re failing most of your subjects.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;I find this rather peculiar, because I for one have always found that with a strong character, good grades come naturally afterwards. With self-discipline and self-motivation, a student can certainly get good grades. Thus, character development should in fact be more important than academic education, because after all, an education is not about pure academics. Instilling values in a child is certainly an important part of preparing them for maturity, for maturity does not come with grades, but with wisdom and growth no amount of midnight-oil-burning can develop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;—&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;As a Secondary Four student, I experience first-hand the ugliness of the flaws the education system has. In fact, I spent one hour and forty-five minutes writing you this letter. Though I am not sure if you will ever get to read it ever in this lifetime, but this is something that I believe in. I believe in being the change I want to see in the world, or at least in my environment, as cliched as that sounds. Every one else will tell me that this is a waste of time, because I have Preliminary examinations next week and I could have been studying instead of typing this long Facebook note out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;This is the type of education system the Ministry of Education’s policies have cultivated. A system where fighting for things one believes in are seen as a ‘waste of time’, where reading anything non-school-related is seen as yet another waste of time. Is this the type of education a First World Country should have, one where students’ thoughts and abilities to express themselves are confined within the front and back cover of their textbooks, where it is better to be passive and just study hard under the system than fight to change it and waste one’s time, where having your own thoughts is a liability.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Have we lost the true meaning of education somewhere in the paper chase, buried under all the degrees and diplomas and paychecks? Or were we lost all along as to what education truly means?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;I have not given up hope that there is still space for change. I have not submitted myself to accepting that ‘this is the Singapore system and I cannot do anything about it’. I am fighting for the changes I want to see in the best way that I can, because I believe that someday, my children will be educated in such a way that they are taught to never stop asking, and to always care about the people around them. I believe that you have the power to make these changes happen, and if not, at least a thorough review of the policies made by your predecessors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Thank you very much for your time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janelle Lee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;(Source: &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/home.php?sk=question&amp;amp;id=10150308358445783&amp;amp;qa_ref=na#!/notes/janelle-nicodemus-lee/an-open-letter-to-the-education-minister/10150248404359401" style="color: rgb(171, 111, 7); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; text-decoration: none; "&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(38, 44, 44); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Times, serif; "&gt;Wow, brave kid. Very brave. Look at the english used! I am embarassed myself, but yet proud of this kid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8172842540239986366?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8172842540239986366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/07/open-letter-to-education-minister-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8172842540239986366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8172842540239986366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/07/open-letter-to-education-minister-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1982872900516433515</id><published>2011-07-11T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T23:21:39.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so excited.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SHINee's having their solo concert here in Singapore! For crying out loud, I'm definitely saving money for that!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today was the first day of school for term 2 and guess what? We have exchange students from Australia. They are from Victoria University. 5 students and 1 teacher. So happy to meet them. Let's make friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, I'm gonna save money by working throughout July's weekends so that I could attend the concert. Have to do this. I have to. I mean it's not a sacrifice or what ah. It's because I want to do it to achieve something. I can always choose not to right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then for the World Netball Championships. Australia WON!!!! I rooted for both New Zealand and Australia! But it in the end Australia won. It was an EPIC final match. I will not forget the moment the final ball went in at the very last second and the final whistle just after that. The best feeling of the whole event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh and look who's been staring at me in class just now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1982872900516433515?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1982872900516433515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-so-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1982872900516433515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1982872900516433515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4311134370424923347</id><published>2011-07-04T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T02:51:12.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some professional you are.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yesterday, I went for the first day of the Mission Foods World Netball Championships. Ooooo, I was in the same building with the President. And I was like 2m away from his car. Haha. Guarding it...Pfft, I fell asleep cause I was just too sleepy. It was his birthday, 3rd July!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Being a volunteer is equal to being a slave. They treat you like crap and they expect 100%. Our meal times are not properly assigned. Long hours, 1500hrs to 2200hrs. WE ARE NOT GETTING PAID by the way. IT's a freaking Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To lower down my tone a bit, I watched this video on Youtube, and she has never stopped inspiring me. Watching it makes me feel humbled and just really smiling to myself throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vXXiku0580"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3vXXiku0580&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Obviously it's a Beyonce video, but it's like a short documentary. She is BEAUTIFUL with or without make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I still have a problem with getting my salary. I kept calling them, they keep replying that they would relay the message or they would do something. But everytime I call, the response is still the same. Then on Friday, two days ago, my mother called the office and talked about it. Then after that, I got a call from the office, and the first thing he demanded was What more do I want?! And I was seriously like WTF. So he continued raising his voice at me, and I just snapped at him like POOF! I just cut him off and asked Why are you talking to me like that?! And I felt his tone of voice cooled off. He must have been like, since when was this kid like this??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I may be quiet at work and obey instructions during work, but do not step on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recently on the 29th June, I went to sleepover at my friends' place because the next day we had a class BBQ. We spent great time together. I mean not just the two of us, cause that would pretty much be very weird. There were four of us. We watched movie, Transformers Dark Of The Moon. It was AWESOME! No kidding! We played games and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The BBQ itself was a disappointment actually, only half the class came. Preparation took months and backing out last minute and stuff was truly unnecessary. Made me annoyed actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I posted this on the event wall. And there will always be this bugger that tries to calm things down but has no legitimate reasons to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;div class="actorName actorDescription" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:2}" style="padding-bottom: 3px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1629918871" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1629918871" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Muhammad SuKim Alif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Food for 40 people. They have been bought and prepared. 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You gonna solve our family problems for us so that we can make it to the BBQ? Alif imagine this, what if you had some sort competition, had family problems or last minute changes, can I ask you, which one will you attend? The BBQ or some emergencies. Come on, we study RPP and you should know all this things happen. 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color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Muhammad SuKim Alif&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span jsid="text"&gt;&lt;div id="id_4e10b9550df778295583313" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="display: inline; "&gt;Danny, you can write a report on the problems everyone is facing or you can actually read my initial statement and see how big of a misunderstaning you have caused. I clearly said 'backing out last minute', I did not say 'backing out last m&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;inute because of...' See the difference?? Seriously, go and read again.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, do not assume that I'm "pushing the blame around" because I certainly am not.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, my name starts with a capital letter. And you, typing it out in small caps really shows how low your respect is for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="commentActions fsm fwn fcg" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); padding-top: 2px; "&gt;&lt;abbr title="Friday, July 1, 2011 at 8:18am" date="Thu, 30 Jun 2011 17:18:26 -0700" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; border-bottom-color: initial; "&gt;Friday at 8:18am&lt;/abbr&gt; · &lt;span class="comment_like_187555 fsm fwn fcg" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:36}" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;button class="stat_elem as_link cmnt_like_link" type="submit" name="like_comment_id[187555]" value="187555" title="Like this comment" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; overflow-x: visible; overflow-y: visible; width: auto; text-align: left; background-image: none; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="default_message" style="display: inline; "&gt;Like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/button&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The bugger better reply. It's not like those people who came didn't have problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To leave on a happier note, kind of. I danced the Single Ladies for the first time in front of friends through playing Truth or Dare. My hands trembled so freaking badly. It was during the BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4311134370424923347?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4311134370424923347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-professional-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4311134370424923347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4311134370424923347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-professional-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1622446376672067111</id><published>2011-06-22T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:21:20.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Termination Plan is a must GO!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Finally, I've gotten my hands on blogger yet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've just finished showering and gosh do I feel refreshed. While allowing my hair to dry, I shall blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Currently I don't feel very good because I am a very sensitive and emotional person. Honestly. What I show to people is actually almost like an alter-ego, a bit of cocky and confident person. But one thing remains the same, when there's me, there's fun. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't like being ignored. It's like if there's a question, you'd expect an answer no matter what. I like being responded to, so that I at least know that I'm not talking alone neither to a wall. It's just basic respect. If you talk and I ignore or even look away, you'd definitely get agitated. Right now, definitely, I really feel extremely agitated. Like a ticking time bomb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ooo, my face feels so tight. Must be the after effects of face wash. Tightening pores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A so-called event just passed yesterday. It was a class reunion supposedly. I chose not to go in the end. Because about a month ago, I came across the class reunion page by accident, and the page has been there for quite a while. I was curious at first then I wondered why didn't I get invited? Yeap, so at first I wanted to go because I missed my friend, but I decided not to because something wasn't right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My group project for RPP is so called going well. Kind of going downhill I might say. My teacher chose my friends' PowerPoint over mine. It left quite a wound, but not deep enough for a scar. But still it's for the benefit of my group. Anyway in our program there is this event called Paranormal Walk, and I was thinking of making a mini-movie for it. Making it super scary, that even I'm afraid of editing it. Hehe. I hope it turns out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So SHINee made their debut and did a performance at Abbey Road Studios. So happy for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1622446376672067111?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1622446376672067111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/06/termination-plan-is-must-go-finally-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1622446376672067111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1622446376672067111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/06/termination-plan-is-must-go-finally-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5997475316715159548</id><published>2011-06-11T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T02:34:30.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LaddaLand&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just got back from watching a movie with my colleagues. She has to be repaid. We watched a Thailand horror show. The only I screamed was when Ain, shouted beside me. WTF! And to make it worse, we were the only ones that screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Earlier on I had Napfa. This is what I scored for the stations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sit-ups: 43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pull-ups: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Standing board jump: 225cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sit and Reach: 54cm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Shuttle Run: 10.something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2.4km run: 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am very pleased with what I achieved so far. Firstly that's a lot of sit-ups. That was the furthest for standing board jump. 2.4km, I got the highest position I have ever gotten. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then later on, I went to my workplace to collect Voyage de Lavie &amp;amp; Universal Studios discount coupons. I had dinner with my colleagues; Ain, Lynda and her boyfriend, Adam. The dinner was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyways for school, I'm missing out a lot in OFA. They started on Excel. The reason, I almost always miss the lessons because I'm late. And I know it's mostly my fault, but...... I'm not giving up trying though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;During the duration of this week, I had four tests. Monday was RPP, Wednesday was CMB, Thursday was BZE, Friday was Napfa. Study study study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But at the end of the day I enjoyed going out with my colleagues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5997475316715159548?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5997475316715159548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/06/laddaland-i-just-got-back-from-watching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5997475316715159548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5997475316715159548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/06/laddaland-i-just-got-back-from-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4422264654490159636</id><published>2011-06-01T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T12:26:01.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, quitting seems like it is the best option.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I want to quit school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That was what I said to myself when I woke up earlier today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Let me just briefly go through why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. I always wake up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. I can't seem to be able to sleep when I go to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3. Not one person took the initiative to ask me the real reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4. I am getting tired of trying but still ending up getting 0 for attendance and lecturer who "tries"                                    to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5. I really feel like a debarment from exams is becoming more and more possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Recently, there has been a change in the class seating arrangement. From where I am seating, or actually placed, I do not like it at all. It is not the environment that I am normal with, apart from my seating buddy. Just to let you know, it is at the corner of the classroom. Hmmm, not the best location for me. I would rather sit alone, isolated by everyone either by sitting at the front or back of the classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am really getting tired of trying. Changing something everytime, but yet still failing to get the intended goal. I know I'm not someone who gives up easily, but is it not the reason for my survival right now? However if I were to quit, it is not because I want to give up, it is because I would rather start afresh than have a bad record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4422264654490159636?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4422264654490159636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/06/right-now-quitting-seems-like-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4422264654490159636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4422264654490159636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/06/right-now-quitting-seems-like-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4335326379883027048</id><published>2011-05-27T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T19:43:49.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beyonce has released her new single Run The World (Girls). She's releasing her new album pretty soon.  And SHINee is debuting their Japanese version of Replay, plus they are debuting in Japan in June I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beyonce's Run The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBmMU_iwe6U"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VBmMU_iwe6U&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SHINee's Replay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmVVnWEgWAs"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmVVnWEgWAs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm so happy for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alright, so tomorrow I'm going out with my colleagues. Monday, I'm going to slack with Abigail and Liselotte after a millenium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously, I can't wait for every one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4335326379883027048?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4335326379883027048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4335326379883027048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4335326379883027048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5442556677796404122</id><published>2011-05-18T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T01:01:27.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can I be me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's not a question. It's a want that everyone needs. Is it wrong to be myself? Why does everyone have to have their opinions on everything I do. Am I a burden to society? NO. I am just like everyone else, every other teenager, I just want to be heard. Can I not do that? Can I be me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Look, I am nothing like the other guys that you want to compare me to. They are nothing like me. Everytime I do something that seems natural to me, you guys had to just either compare me with a particular person affiliated to that doing or use a word that is very opposite of who I am. Just how many times do I have to say that I am not gay? Now it comes to the point where I need to convince people that I am not what they think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am just not born to please everyone. Everyone has their own opinions. Agreed but doesn't it come to a point where people's opinions gets annoying, frustrating and irritating upon repetition. It makes me feel annoyed, frustrated and irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Never did stop since Primary 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Mocked. Belittled. Condemned. Humiliated. By those tiny little comments that seem insignificant to you/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5442556677796404122?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5442556677796404122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-i-be-me-its-not-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5442556677796404122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5442556677796404122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-i-be-me-its-not-question.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3291494737722554298</id><published>2011-05-15T02:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T02:36:34.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wrong Move.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm quoting what I said on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'It's sad that you are not online so that I can say that you are," A very incongruous person." In simple terms, you are just dumb. To put it to perspective, you have an angel before you yet you choose to be seen with another. Her smile is so perfect that you'd never want to see it fade. Yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously, do you think before? Both of you are attached? And that both your doings would affect them? It's just sad. Sir, my respect for you really went groundward. Have fun with your new found love. If that's what you guys want to call it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;These people involved are blinded. What they don't realise is that they will cause a repercussion with their immediate partners. And even more, it will effect my class. So yeah think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3291494737722554298?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3291494737722554298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/wrong-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3291494737722554298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3291494737722554298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/wrong-move.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4358380318416550328</id><published>2011-05-03T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:48:11.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What does it matter to you anyway?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apparently now, people are asking me to change my current Facebook dp and my current name for it. Firstly, what does it matter to you what my name is on Facebook. It's just a name. If it bothers you guys so much, just delete me or remove me from your friend list. Secondly, my dp, I think it just looks fine. Be my photographer and maybe you can say something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lastly my actions and my looks may make me look gay, according to some opinion taters, but it does not make me gay. Get it straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have any doubts? Clear them. Do not build up your assumptions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4358380318416550328?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4358380318416550328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-does-it-matter-to-you-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4358380318416550328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4358380318416550328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-does-it-matter-to-you-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3358527452083590915</id><published>2011-05-03T22:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T23:31:31.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This is about me. To me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Dear Alif,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;You are in a conflict with yourself. You have many things in your mind, yet you still do not want to open up. You show a side of you that people can get comfortable with. Your jovious, happy side. But honestly, deep inside you are just someone that wants to be heard, just like everybody else. You intend to listen instead of talking, sharing wise. You just want to push your patience but it is not helping your mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know I want to be heard, but I am not letting myself do that. Something just wants me to listen and learn then to talk and be listened to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know it is never nice to make people wait. Even with reasons, it is just not nice. If I could talk to you like how I did before, it would be easier. I do not know if you are trying to reach out or pulling back, I am just staying neutral and only reacting towards your actions. I know you think that I am keeping my distance from you. But that is because I am assuming you are doing so too. If you are reading this, try to understand. I feel awkward nowadays trying to talk to you. I know it is just a feeling but if it is just a feeling, why does it get stronger with every sentence you say? Sometimes I feel like I am disturbing your plans. I just am at a lost of words because I am afraid to say. Anyway, your birthday is 5 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Everyone has their miserable life story. It gets to me to the point that I want to share. After listening to stories of others, my stories seemed ineffectual compared to theirs. For that reason, I am cornered by my own emotions. I do not know who I should listen to. No one knows myself like I do, that goes for everyone as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Do not what others want you to but do what needs to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3358527452083590915?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3358527452083590915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3358527452083590915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3358527452083590915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/this-is-about-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1863270799843341823</id><published>2011-05-02T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:47:32.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May 2011&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's May now. Another new page to my calenders. This month is still Key and Minho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Abundance of study and stress is soon coming my way, with the first project already in its beginning stage. I see much frustration in the future. But I know at the end of the day, I'd still smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1863270799843341823?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1863270799843341823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-2011-its-may-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1863270799843341823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1863270799843341823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-2011-its-may-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-6948160760666624533</id><published>2011-04-30T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:29:50.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm A Medical Mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up and I was late for my cca. I said foget it. No point rushing and getting there without knowing what to bring and stuff. I am in a state of mind confusion. I do not know whether to be angry or sad. I know it is my fault that I did not prepare enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moving on. I went for work yesterday. So many people asked the same question, even the head of the department. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow's going to be a hectic day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-6948160760666624533?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/6948160760666624533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-medical-mystery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6948160760666624533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6948160760666624533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-medical-mystery.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3169449616791667569</id><published>2011-04-28T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:56:24.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Wasn't expecting that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It was a refreshing day at school. Seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I had to do an introduction of myself in front of the class. Well, that spelled mind chaos to me. But I did introduced myself, briefly. Cause if I did, it would take longer than what I took. I did say who my inspiration was locally and internationally. Locally it was my rock climbing coach, Coach Kelly. I will never forget her. Internationally, I had Ellen Degeneres and Beyonce. Upon hearing Beyonce, I heard snickering. I hope I didn't make a fool of myself. They all really have my respect. Anyway I wanted to say my parents were my local inspiration, but other people have already mentioned about their parents. Oh yeah, and one of my classmates, Hafiz, previously was a topic of my post, he introduced. He sang. And my eyes became watery after hearing him sing. Another classmate, Jiamin, also introduced herself, she made almost everyone cried because of her life story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Lastly, I came across this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I thought it was over and done with? Like what? 2 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="actorDescription" style="padding-bottom: 3px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="actorName" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1613686182" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1613686182" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;M&lt;/a&gt;******* H**** B** H*****&lt;i class="mhs img sp_cwqcqa sx_99ba24" style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; background-image: url(http://static.ak.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v1/zb/r/uxjPUN3OLVy.png); display: inline-block; height: 9px; width: 11px; background-position: -101px -91px; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1413591237" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1413591237" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; "&gt;J**** L&lt;/a&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="line-height: 14px; 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We had our height and weight checked. After going up the scale, I was so disappointed with my weight and height. That means my BMI is also bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, my class, or what was left of my class went to play street soccer. But it rained, so we played Monkey at the nearby foyer beside the soccer field. Even our Class Advisor joined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl from the other class, she said "This guy bitchy" and also "Diva". Ummm firstly, I'm stumped. I really do not know whether it was something good or bad. But even that, I rather be called any of them then settle for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too happy about it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4507934767202482732?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4507934767202482732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-does-it-mean-actually-after-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4507934767202482732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4507934767202482732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-does-it-mean-actually-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-7888129585440821578</id><published>2011-04-25T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:07:38.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Am Not Indubitably A Tool For One's Negative Demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I summed it up with the title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got back from school and am currently trying to rest and recuperate before my CCA later on. Nonetheless, that brings up an issue that I had experienced before and again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in the bus back home from school when my CCA friend, whom is also my classmate, called. He told to help mark his attendance for him. But the problem is, he isn't coming. So, he is expecting me to do something agains my right will. I can mark for him if he is there, not when he is elsewhere. Reason he gave me was, he's sick. Sorry, but you may be my friend, but this ain't right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-7888129585440821578?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/7888129585440821578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-not-indubitably-tool-for-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7888129585440821578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7888129585440821578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-not-indubitably-tool-for-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3636013329003552028</id><published>2011-04-24T15:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T16:20:11.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look Who's Making A Come Back?&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;AHHHHH! Am I excited or what?! With a capital E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I just heard and read news and rumours that Beyonce is working on her fourth studio album. WAHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;That is just so hard to swallow. I hope she does not let me down. Finger cross.&lt;/span&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/4249251103238660610-3636013329003552028?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3636013329003552028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-news-bad-news-ahhhhh-am-i-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3636013329003552028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3636013329003552028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-news-bad-news-ahhhhh-am-i-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1393082162202707082</id><published>2011-04-23T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:39:14.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Different Me To You. The Same Me To Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you change something, everyone will have an opinion. Every single one of them will be different. Just like the saying, Everyone has their own opinions. I believe that's why no one has neither has the same brain nor mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've always wondered what it's like to be together with someone I love. Never mind what it's like to be in love, cause that can never be explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess the reason for my status could be because I am afraid of going through the process of separation. I can fall in love, but I'm just afraid of progression because of the thought of disconnection in the future due to a fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I always give in, even though it is hard for me to convince myself that I'm wrong. The only time when I don't is when I know I'm right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This ain't ego, and it actually gets to me when something I do gets labeled just because the person I'm doing it to has a first thought of my action. You see, that thought never got analysed because that thought has already been passed out through the organ called the mouth. And I believe this is when many first impressions of me gets into people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget me, everyone out there must have been labeled something just because of a small issue. Apparently I do not have the will to argue over little petty affairs. And this action of mine has let their words allow themselves to agree with their own first thought. Therefore it remains in their mind of this label. So it's like A is stupid. So everytime I think of A, that will be my first thought of him, then I think of possibilities and thoughts and memories and events that would relate that first thought to make that first thought even stronger. Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's that complicated. So please think before saying something unproductive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598815575173059506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDnoiS6zHXE/TbL9GhEdU7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/yC95u1qe6vc/s320/Adele.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at the above photo. The lady you see there is Adele. She is a singer. Her voice is unique. It has the vocal intensity of a volcanic eruption and of fluttering butterflies forged together. I'm beginning to like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never liked husky or whispery voices, but she is an exception. And I shall stop myself from being so narrow about these people with this voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am going to leave a quote for everyone of you readers to think of. " The secret of success is constancy to purpose." ~Benjamin Disraeli&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/4249251103238660610-1393082162202707082?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1393082162202707082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/different-me-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1393082162202707082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1393082162202707082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/different-me-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lDnoiS6zHXE/TbL9GhEdU7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/yC95u1qe6vc/s72-c/Adele.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-884185123773699007</id><published>2011-04-19T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:45:46.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Day To Remember I Suppose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from my former secondary school. ODAC will never be the same, ever. The seniors are stepping down today. First when Coach Kelly left the club, I already felt something different in the club. Now the seniors stepping down, everything will change. The junior batch this year is gonna cause a huge amount of chaos to the existing seniors there. I hope the existing seniors can handle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did 1 climb, or shall I say 3 clips of a route? Nothing big. I'll progress. Slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut, changed the hairstyle and I like it. I hope people around me appreciate it too. It took 3hrs 15mins for the whole process, which is the longest time I've spent at a salon plus making it my first visit to a salon. I really would like to apologise to the hair stylist that I had raised my voice at. I feel so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second week of school. So far, I'm enjoying it. Love my class. Although I sense a vibe, a very negative vibe somewhere, I'm fighting that feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-884185123773699007?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/884185123773699007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-to-remember-i-suppose-i-just-came.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/884185123773699007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/884185123773699007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-to-remember-i-suppose-i-just-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5780727447096032369</id><published>2011-04-10T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:33:08.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's either a volcano or a tornado. Which one do you want?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apparently my IC's said stuff about me yesterday and I was told only after I'm far away from them. If my colleague had told me earlier, I would have confronted them. And believe me, it's either I get fired or I quit. Before any of that could happen, I would need to seek for fair treatment not just for me but for everyone there. We are not slaves damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway I just came back home today. I went to my colleague's birthday at Costa Sands Sentosa. So I decided to overnight there. So much for "No Alcohol Party" . Plus I didn't know it was his birthday until they were about to blow the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was insulted a few times while I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I didn't mix with the drinking people that much. I kept my distance. So non-drinkers went to the beach to relax. Ooooh the water was cold. The sand was cold. Haha had fun disturbing the train captain. We went back to the chalet after that. Sleeping time was a mess. There were only 4 beds but there were double digits of us. Obviously some had to share and some chose not to sleep. Even sleeping was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The back of my shirt still smells of her hair. That really is alot of shampoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway the day before, I was working and there a few incidents that stood out. But I remembered one while I was working. A group of teenage girls came out of the monorail and when they passed me, one of them said " You're very pretty" . Right after that she screamed because her friend pulled her. Well they ran away. I didn't know if it was a praise or insult, but I took that as a compliment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I would rather be called those stuff than to settle for nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5780727447096032369?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5780727447096032369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-either-volcano-or-tornado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5780727447096032369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5780727447096032369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-either-volcano-or-tornado.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3086782780571509245</id><published>2011-04-04T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:20:39.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sexism.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It has always been a big issue to me. Which I have viewed all this time very lightly. But I guess it would be appropriate to bring forth this topic that has been plastered in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Firstly there's two genders in the world of humans. Male and Female. I'm very sure everyone is aware of that very fact. I'm also very sure that both genders hate each other very much. But we have somehow found a way not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Remember when we were young, how girls played separately from the guys and the guys played separately from the girls? Remember the tiny exchange of remarks we had with each gender? Well that was when we all were young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now that we've grown to teenagers and later become adults, we are slowly understanding each other much better. Although we've "grown", the remarks never had ended. They still continue, and with much deeper stinging effect to oneself. I mean if you had called someone dumb when they were young, it would have a less hurtful effect than when you call a teen. Because we now know what it means. Before, we didn't know of such insultive words, we just listen and follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Have you ever heard of " Every guy is the same" or maybe " Guys are just morons" or "Guys are jerks" or "Guys are never serious in the topic of love" or " All guys are horny" or " Guys think of sex all the time" or... I mean you get the picture right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Each one of them have been said to me, both first hand and as a third person. They have also been said directly and indirectly. I'm definitely insulted by all those remarks. If I wasn't then I'm not a guy right? or maybe I don't have feelings. Come on, we also have feelings. We may not show it up front but deep inside, after everyone has left, we crumble. It's the feeling of cradling up at a corner of a party and no one seems to notice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm sure some girls have also heard of these phrases, or have said such phrases before. And I hope it would end. Cause the world would be a much better place for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I'm sure there are guys who have certain phrases for girls. I hope they end too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just take this post as a cryout for justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3086782780571509245?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3086782780571509245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/sexism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3086782780571509245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3086782780571509245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/sexism.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-2862364853949586884</id><published>2011-04-03T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:12:19.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>History doesn't change everything. Everything changes history.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was reading my Facebook notifications and was kind of frustrated that my friend mentioned something about the past. I mean to him, it may be some kind of joke thingy. But I guess for me, the feeling wasn't mutual then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I mean, why would he want to poke something from the past out of total randomness. Unless it was done on purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;K never mind about that. No grudges. I don't have anything against anyone for no reason. Rivalry is non-beneficial. I just don't believe in rivalry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-2862364853949586884?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/2862364853949586884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/history-doesnt-change-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/2862364853949586884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/2862364853949586884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/history-doesnt-change-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-7567833406062552431</id><published>2011-04-01T17:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:53:06.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>April First!&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;It's a new page to calendars. This month is Minho and Key. Haha. Random.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yesterday was my last day working, I mean I'm not quitting, I'm just taking a break from work for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Money, money, money. Never did help mankind. -.-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway. I think it is confirmed they are having a concert here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;AAAH! Lol. shhh. Saving money..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-7567833406062552431?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/7567833406062552431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-first-its-new-page-to-calendars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7567833406062552431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7567833406062552431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-first-its-new-page-to-calendars.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-855934453457842839</id><published>2011-03-27T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T23:19:07.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WoWoWoW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;I was thinking of what to put as the title, and then came up as I was listening to the song. ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yesterday was a trip to Universal Studios. I went with Ain and Lynda. It could have been our last outing or so called hangout for a very long time. School's starting soon, so many things going through my head.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway. I never liked roller coasters but I found myself going up the twin roller coasters more than once. Human 9. Cylon 7. Revenge of The Mummy 2. Dammit. I dislike roller coasters no matter how much they somehow thrill me. When they dragged me to seat at the front row of the roller coasters, I felt that it was the biggest mistake to even be there. But it was worth it. The Rapids at Jurassic Park soaked me up. Haha. I remembered my reaction when I realised that we were gonna get wet. Priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;The shows that we went to were great.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;After that I bought some souvenirs for my lil sister. Then we went Cash Studio. Karaoke time! It was an Awesome Day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-If you have a dream, might as well dream big right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4249251103238660610-855934453457842839?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/855934453457842839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/wowowow-i-was-thinking-of-what-to-put.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/855934453457842839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/855934453457842839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/wowowow-i-was-thinking-of-what-to-put.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4622806505975186767</id><published>2011-03-21T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:49:54.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Believe I've Ran Out Of Things To Write.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know it's not exactly writing down, but I make myself think of it that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But this is probably the first huge thing that came to my mind when I think of blogging. (Or in my own words, having new posts.) I just run out of things to say or more so, I keep forgetting what I want to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've got much to think about. I do not have time to think of my problems. I mean I just as a general category in my head, not opening them up for details. Get the drift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm going to a new school. Hmmm. New is not exactly the word to describe the school but to describe a school that's new to me. I thought that the school was way more closer than ITE Choa Chu Kang. Which will definitely save on my ez link, by ummm very MUCH. Yeah. That's the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's a new course so meaning, mostly new faces. I just do not want to have any attachments to my history. I mean not every attachment. But just to avoid any future mis-happenings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4622806505975186767?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4622806505975186767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-believe-ive-ran-out-of-things-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4622806505975186767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4622806505975186767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-believe-ive-ran-out-of-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-7546334013140891886</id><published>2011-03-15T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T22:23:56.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eye Popping Shock!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today is 15th, I'm not suppose to be dry anymore. But I've got to say, the amount of work I did seems to be more then what I got currently. It's not even enough to pay for my school fees + my uniform and books + topping up of ez-link card and prepaid + I can't eat until the next period. Darn it. I had high expectations which I shouldn't have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I wanted to get a haricut but then. I wanted to get many things but then. Actually I'm kind of like on a triangular shaped fence. On one hand its keeping me from splurging and on the other is not helping my situation. Either way I'm still suffering .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then I've got to wait then. Patience is the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-7546334013140891886?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/7546334013140891886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/eye-popping-shock-today-is-15th-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7546334013140891886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7546334013140891886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/eye-popping-shock-today-is-15th-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3135746074074341590</id><published>2011-03-14T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T13:45:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Planned cancellation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure by now you guys know that I'm off on Mondays and Tuesdays. So therefore I had planned an outing to USS with my colleagues. But hey, suddenly everyone couldn't go. Not their fault. I believe I will not be free anymore after this. So I am very disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway there is much more important things. The Japan Earthquake. I mean the earthquake is not as important as the damage and the lives struggling to survive it. Keep your faith and hope alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3135746074074341590?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3135746074074341590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/planned-cancellation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3135746074074341590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3135746074074341590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/planned-cancellation.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5667998900987345379</id><published>2011-03-07T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:16:05.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To you messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi to all of you who has written something on my tagboard, please leave a link that's not an advertisement. Because some of them are viruses. By the way thank you for visiting this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5667998900987345379?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5667998900987345379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-you-messages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5667998900987345379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5667998900987345379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-you-messages.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3062305158472065299</id><published>2011-03-07T17:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:14:00.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back tracking my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I still want to be a chef. Lol. I've forgotten about it, because I thought it was impossible. But hey, anyone can cook. You just need the money, equipment and not forgetting the skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I'm gonna look forward to one day being able to cook a dish perfectly. (:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rataouille. The movie was what kept the passion alive. It was like an inspirational movie to me. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3062305158472065299?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3062305158472065299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-tracking-my-thoughts-i-still-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3062305158472065299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3062305158472065299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-tracking-my-thoughts-i-still-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-9049041920593050191</id><published>2011-03-05T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T20:18:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pasir Ris West&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ever since I moved in to Pasir Ris, I've heard many stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To be honest, I've experience before. Seen, heard. You know those kind of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But yesterday, I felt really endangered. I mean this morning. I was walking home from Abby's house. As soon as I walked down the stairs to the bus stop opposite of the Cerebral Palsy Centre, I started to smell something very strong. And it was fresh and nice. I then realised that it was the smell of frangipani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;One of our superstition is that if you smell something, ignore it, do not comment on it. Plus never look back ever at these kinds of time. So after recognising the smell I just ignored it. I walked as per normal. After I crossed the first junction, I had goosebumps, as though someone was watching me or someone was following me. I then started to quicken my footwork. Really fast. I wasn't concentrating on my path. Believe me I almost kicked or stepped on, whichever comes first, Chinese offerings. I was in between the ashes and the offering. There was some paper which I must guess was paper money. I had no choice but cross it. Just then I felt goosebumps again. Just before I reach Sungai Api Api, I smelt the frangipani smell again. I just kept walking all the way. Along the way I kept smelling the same fragrance and I kept getting goosebumps all over. There were a few times where I felt like running because there were points where the smell was very strong and goosebumps was...it was just not good. Until I reached Central where it kind of fades off. But I was not safe yet. I alerted my brother and he alerted my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I got home and washed my face and feet. Got a lecture from my father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's just not safe for me no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-9049041920593050191?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/9049041920593050191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/pasir-ris-west-ever-since-i-moved-in-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/9049041920593050191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/9049041920593050191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/pasir-ris-west-ever-since-i-moved-in-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-610945472824054516</id><published>2011-03-05T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:28:56.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not Logical.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Last Deployment Day I asked for two Saturdays and the normal Mondays, Tuesdays off. But yesterday they said that I'm working 1:30pm-10pm today. So I was definitely unhappy.  I asked for off on the Saturday prior to The March holidays and the Saturday after that. Plus they put me on off on the 19th or was it the 29th. They better put it as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Today, they sent a message stating that staffs' who are on MC are suppose to find our OWN replacment. We cannot report MC last minute without any replacement as it will be considered MIA or in other words NO SHOW. Secondly, We must submit our MC the next working day and we should take note  that the management will call the clinic or hospital to check the validity of the MC. Lastly, those who fail to comply will be given 24 hours notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So that's pretty much the message which I've tried my best to summarise. First thing I can say is, I'm not happy at all. How in the world are we suppose to get a replacement when we are sick, I mean for those who take MC's for fun or for the sake of it then its an exception. It's not logical isnt it. Then if we fall sick on the day itself, how are we suppose to get a replacement within that short time frame. And if can't find one then it's considered MIA, seriously WTF. Then we must submit our MC the next working day, that one is understood. But what's with the calling up of clinic and hospital? Who are they? They are just employers and we are employees. They are not investigators neither are they police what else our parents. Lastly what is 24 hours notice??? These must be the most unlogical rule ever made by them so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I think they are getting way of hand. They never try to boost staff morale as a whole but all they can do is bring it down. Really down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-610945472824054516?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/610945472824054516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-logical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/610945472824054516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/610945472824054516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-not-logical.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-9157632367433944100</id><published>2011-02-22T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:20:11.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing people wearing this Monster thingy with the 3 claw thingy. Heck do they not know what that shit means. Plus some or even many dont even know what 33 means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is blind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-9157632367433944100?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/9157632367433944100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-understood-ive-been-seeing-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/9157632367433944100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/9157632367433944100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-understood-ive-been-seeing-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3601876510511582079</id><published>2011-02-22T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:18:23.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off-day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. This sucks. I cant change the font with this com. Grrr.rr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanged out with Abigail and Liselotte. A.L.A. Haha nice abbreviation. It was great. Especially at the playground. Everytime the three of us meet up, it will be like a hill. Its quiet at first and then it gets to its peak and then it slowly goes down. Pink.Blue.Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn I'm bored. Was wanting to reach home after 1 but end up reaching an hour before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topics range from Taylor Swift to Animal Abuse to Taylor Swift to Food to Taylor Swift to Ghosts and to home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3601876510511582079?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3601876510511582079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/off-day-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3601876510511582079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3601876510511582079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/off-day-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1223959248782022121</id><published>2011-02-18T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:46:51.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the creepy loneliness of this, what now seems to be an empty house. Everything has changed. My life now seem like a downward spiral. (and i cant bloody hell change the font size!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go to work today. I'm on MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And down the downward spiral I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1223959248782022121?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1223959248782022121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-no-idea-this-would-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1223959248782022121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1223959248782022121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-no-idea-this-would-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-133810011614371373</id><published>2011-02-14T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:35:19.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't lead me into a one-sided conversation, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was watching Titanic when suddenly the signal was lost. Dammit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tomorrow is the award ceremony which I'm attending and is one of the many other recipients. Don't know what to expect, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yeah, I watched Mr and Mrs Smith earlier on, and yeah it was still great. Watched a bit of the Grammy's when it lost signal. So I miss two shows. But I saw what Gaga came in with, an egg??? O.o She gets creepier everytime. I also saw a glimpse of BEYONCE!!! Lol. So long haven't seen her. Anyways I know Gaga performed but not Beyonce. So...yeah its a shudder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I really can't recall what I initially wanted to blog about today. Darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"In the end, you'd still think of the beginning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-133810011614371373?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/133810011614371373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-lead-me-into-one-sided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/133810011614371373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/133810011614371373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-lead-me-into-one-sided.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-6338884764073895982</id><published>2011-02-11T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T21:25:53.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't waste nobody's time please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My tagboard isn't a place for anyone to hide their real names. Stop putting down fake names. I don't even know which one is real. First it  a friendly thing that it got annoying. Keyo? Lala? Pamela Anderson? Wtf? Sex-deprived or just can't enough of boobs? Get a life. Better yet, get a tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-6338884764073895982?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/6338884764073895982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-waste-nobodys-time-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6338884764073895982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6338884764073895982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-waste-nobodys-time-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8715351670606531228</id><published>2011-02-07T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:42:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Circling around the same tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I mean, seriously, I think that many share the same thoughts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I'm talking about is that, people who are exposed to me for at least a week will definitely come up with impressions. Who doesn't? Ok maybe for me, the impressions come a bit late. Because people are confused, I understand that. The top most impression that I get are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Are you gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Dude, you're irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Eh, you funny siah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's really up to people to view me by following their own opinions. But I really enjoy people who allow two-way opinions. Meaning, we take turns sharing. You share your thoughts, but you never ask mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8715351670606531228?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8715351670606531228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/circling-around-same-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8715351670606531228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8715351670606531228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/circling-around-same-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-558966958113267544</id><published>2011-02-05T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T00:07:42.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rumours after rumours after rumours. That's all I've been hearing these past few days at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, these Lunar New Year period has made me an impatient and blood-boiling person. Why? Because I'm working for people who are that way. Mostly impatient. Almost got into fights with guests, shouted at guests, scolded guests. I wish I could apologise to every single one of them for my harsh words and treatment. I'm an Admission Host, no matter how stressed out I am I shouldn't vent on the guests. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I shall now work smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-558966958113267544?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/558966958113267544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-to-do-rumours-after-rumours-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/558966958113267544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/558966958113267544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-to-do-rumours-after-rumours-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1145614707141535345</id><published>2011-02-01T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:16:02.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If only dreams were kept in floating bottles in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's Tuesday, and I'm off. Sent my Lil sis to school then I went to pay my mom's bill at Tampines. While waiting for my lil sis to finish school, I went around Tampines shopping district. I saw a few things that I would like to buy. Ehem. ^^.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work. I remembered some things people have said during work. And I can't believe that carrying a pencilcase around could be a hot topic. I really really am shock by the shallowness of these people's mind. I didn't know that carrying a pencilcase around can make a guy in particular, lose their manliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, I have no idea why I'm bringing up this tiny topic made up of people's thoughts and opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll forever try to be at peace. Or is it at ease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1145614707141535345?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1145614707141535345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-dreams-were-kept-in-floating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1145614707141535345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1145614707141535345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-only-dreams-were-kept-in-floating.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5009999315713132166</id><published>2011-01-31T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T17:09:07.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think it is believeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't even think I spelled it right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far 3 bloghoppers or something have read my blog. Their names make me doubt that it's 3 different people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, I always plan to save money from my pay, but I always end up using them. Maybe because my pay was low or maybe it's because I just splurge.?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will I still be able to grow taller? Lol random much?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5009999315713132166?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5009999315713132166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-think-it-is-believeable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5009999315713132166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5009999315713132166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-think-it-is-believeable.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-9172334750088956538</id><published>2011-01-31T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T01:05:58.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got back from going out after work. My eyes just want to shut down, it's a struggle to keep them open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work really is a pain. I have to put on a smile on my face even if I'm tired, sick or even struggling to keep myself upright. I have to force a big fake smile when I'm down, and there's no difference in my smile when I'm happy nor when I'm down, cause it's a freaking smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sure there are things that I can do to have an enjoyable process. There are things out there, I may just be looking at the wrong place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-9172334750088956538?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/9172334750088956538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-normal-i-just-got-back-from-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/9172334750088956538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/9172334750088956538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-normal-i-just-got-back-from-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8022137461438729594</id><published>2011-01-25T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:20:53.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow work pick-up is 5:05am. First thought, wah cb, think I can wake up is it? Then secondly, well at least for that shift, time flies fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my tagboard suddenly was spammed by advertisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, pay's coming up. This time I musn't use it at all cause. Saving for big events this year. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8022137461438729594?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8022137461438729594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8022137461438729594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8022137461438729594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-770477911792365863</id><published>2011-01-25T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:03:38.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super Sonic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That was SUPER RANDOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My blog has been SHINee-ised. :) But dang, I don't know how to edit the archives part, it's only showing a few posts back. I want it to show monthly. Not just a few posts back. To be honest, I'm still considered quite new to blogger, since I only started blogging back in 2009. And only had frequent posts. I did have some hiatus period, because I was a teeny bit too lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm changing my CBOX a.k.a Tagboard skin and my playlist skin, to match with the blogskin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-770477911792365863?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/770477911792365863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-sonic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/770477911792365863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/770477911792365863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/super-sonic.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3431505348276421570</id><published>2011-01-24T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:53:38.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new leaf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just changed my blogskin. And the fonts are very small, I dont know how to make them bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Testing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Fonts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3431505348276421570?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3431505348276421570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-leaf-just-changed-my-blogskin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3431505348276421570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3431505348276421570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-leaf-just-changed-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-6039607463767512583</id><published>2011-01-24T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:54:43.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week was what I think I had worked for 5 days straight. And it may be the only week I worked for 5 days. And it may not be much, but I don't fancy getting tired because of doing something I pretty much don't enjoy. You try to be nice but people just make you feel like ripping off their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways last two days, one of the train captains pointed out, "Asal kau bawak beg kepit? Macam perempuan betol ah kau ni". And what a way to start my work day. Believe me I was insulted. It's as though they are hinting to me that they think I'm a homo. How can I not think about it. It bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to have fun at work yesterday. Yes I did, I put a smile on my face. And yes I did get a bit impatient with some guests, and I do not mean to raise my voice or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the new staff, shared her experience with another staff while she was going home with him. And she told me the story, I was truly shocked and also had the feeling of "I told you so".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like people say, it's all in a day's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-6039607463767512583?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/6039607463767512583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6039607463767512583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6039607463767512583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-65072032768585093</id><published>2011-01-18T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T23:18:34.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Interview to my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had the Leisure &amp;amp; Travel Operations interview today. The interview itself was ok along with all the interviews that I have been thus far. But it's the feeling inside that breaks me. It's a mean world I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hanged out with Hakeem and Abigail, got lunch at Downtown East then catched a movie. Burlesque. The movie is great but it could have been better. After that met up Liselotte for awhile only. Then she went tuition and we had dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I then hanged out with Abigail for a short awhile cause her actual dinner was cancelled and Hakeem had went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sigh, life is filled with more down's then up's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-65072032768585093?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/65072032768585093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview-to-my-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/65072032768585093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/65072032768585093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/interview-to-my-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1904337881520236548</id><published>2011-01-16T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T00:32:25.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another day survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Work was physically and mentally enduring for me. At a young age I already have a back problem. I can't stand for too long. In addition to that, my knee injury haven't really gotten better, it's going to be a year since I first got it. And now, right now, my right feet or ankle, I still can't figure out which one, hurts really bad. Anyways I got my pay, but was utterly and very much shocked by the little amount. It's almost 3.5 days of work's worth. Nonetheless, good things happen when you wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I finally got my NS letter. Quite odd, I was suppose to get it when I was 16 1/2 years old, now I'm already 17 and 1 month plus old. I was starting to worry about it. I've got to defer. Studies more important. But I'm really not planning to go Poly after Higher Nitec. I should go NS first. But my size is a bit weird to be anywhere close to the topic of National Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At work I was confronted by an angry and impatient guest, but to me she's just confused and shocked. Didn't ruin my day though. Then after a while, two definitely Korean ladies ask me Where am I from. And what nationality. I said Singapore. Then I asked Why. They said something to each other and then they said I was handsome. Oooooh made me smile. Thank you. Khamsahamnida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1904337881520236548?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1904337881520236548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day-survived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1904337881520236548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1904337881520236548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-day-survived.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4553924751198892013</id><published>2011-01-08T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:39:35.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It gets uncontrollable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've only started working again since 31st Dec. And already I've had some problems at work. I'm really not getting motivated to work anymore. It's really not the work nor the guests, it's actually the people there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People will never understand your situation until you understand their situation. It's unfair but it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4553924751198892013?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4553924751198892013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-gets-uncontrollable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4553924751198892013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4553924751198892013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/it-gets-uncontrollable.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-808860957654568968</id><published>2011-01-03T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T03:00:06.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If a dream was just a dream. Then what are we chasing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just happened to think about that all of a sudden. Don't dreams become reality? But what kind of dreams that become reality? The ones that happens in your sleep or what you want to achieve? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What if you worked hard towards something and got a huge setback. How do we know whether we should continue or to change path, or in this case, the dream. I'm confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really want to be what I've set my mind now, to be. I'm going to work hard. School and work are just extra tasks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-808860957654568968?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/808860957654568968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-dream-was-just-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/808860957654568968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/808860957654568968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-dream-was-just-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5535192812637934490</id><published>2010-12-26T01:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T01:45:24.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hard To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Insomnia? Really can't point it out. I went to bed at around 10:45pm. O.o Shock much? I couldnt get myself to sleep. At last I had to resort to technology to make me tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess my body is too adapted to sleeping late. I need to sleep early hour by hour. I want to one day be able to sleep at 10pm. To be honest, I dislike sleeping late. I drank more than 5 cups of Milo today and yesterday combined. Still I can't sleep. -.-" Sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need to spend more time outside, so that I use up the energy. And by the time I go to bed, I'll be tired enough to even get up again. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to dance and sing. Big words aiye? Tough luck. In my opinion, this country's entertainment industry is really hard. You can't really go far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5535192812637934490?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5535192812637934490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/hard-to-sleep-insomnia-really-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5535192812637934490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5535192812637934490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/hard-to-sleep-insomnia-really-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5412106005209928794</id><published>2010-12-14T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:18:26.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Memory Box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to start making one. I'm not good at remembering now. Just the thought of it makes my heart pound. It's sad real sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want more than half of my memory box to be filled with photo albums. Then some CD albums of my favourite artists. Gifts from people, if there are any. I want to one day sit down and look through my memory box, go through them one by one, and say What a wonderful life that I have lived. I'm sure tears will then roll down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I've got to collect memories now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hope you guys like the songs on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5412106005209928794?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5412106005209928794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/memory-box-i-want-to-start-making-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5412106005209928794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5412106005209928794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/memory-box-i-want-to-start-making-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4766056395002331445</id><published>2010-12-12T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:17:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really want it to happen. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I've never had this big of an urge to dance before. Wah that choreography is really AWESOME! Really want to do it. The title of the song may be wrong to some but the choreography is really great. One day. Just one fine day, I'll do it. I have to do it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As quoted by what I had said on Facebook. It really is an awesome choreography. SHINee really now inspires me. I'm really sorry that my posts lately have been about them. But I just cant help it. I'm really happy to know that there are such guys in the world. Singaporean guys are really not like Korean guys, to say the least. Wah I'm proud to be a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll have to learn their choreography to Lucifer and their other songs. I'm gonna make them my new dance project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Í have to chase my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4766056395002331445?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4766056395002331445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/really-want-it-to-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4766056395002331445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4766056395002331445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/really-want-it-to-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5157584975657478939</id><published>2010-12-10T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:29:07.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really need to put everything to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To achieve something, I need to give my everything to earn it. Although it shouldnt be life-threatening, the effort put in must be worth it when the outcome is out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really want to be a singer. For real. Not just a local singer. But I want to go international. It will definitely be hard. But I need to grab any oppurtunity given. Talent shows is one way but publicity is very much limited. Something that everyone watches. YouTube!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why not I create the first boyband Singapore has? Hahaha. I know its a bit hilarious for me to say this. WHy cant I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5157584975657478939?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5157584975657478939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-really-need-to-put-everything-to-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5157584975657478939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5157584975657478939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-really-need-to-put-everything-to-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3948755075276014472</id><published>2010-12-09T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:57:49.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna be a Superstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance. Sing. Photography. Cook. Climb. Dreams are there. I'm gonna chase it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Once, my dreams were in a mess. Now my passions, the ones mentioned above, shall drive me towards new goals. New directions, new places. New possibilities. Singapore's first boyband, to go international. Now that's super. Song of the year. Album of the year. Choreography of the year. Photo of the century. New national dish. Best progress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know its a bit ambitious. But what are dreams for. They are your guide for life. Even if you dont reach it, I'm sure you would enjoy every step of the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For I will chase my passions for dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3948755075276014472?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3948755075276014472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-be-superstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3948755075276014472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3948755075276014472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wanna-be-superstar.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-2415615174202312976</id><published>2010-12-07T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:59:32.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My heart is racing siah whenever I think about SHINee. Lol. Not that I'm gay or what. Its just that I feel very happy to see such great bond between them. Seriously I've never seen this kind of friendship amongst guys, like this, on air. Tv, blah blah blah. This is so embarassing. Oooooh one thing I also like is their fashion. They are very metrosexual, if I may say so. It's like finally I've found the word that I'm looking for. I'm not afraid to go shopping cause everyone has to do that once in a while. Wah they are really brave to wear those clothings. Seriously. Until when am I going to talk about them like this? I'm going crazy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It brings me this. Asians are not the same. At all. If I were to compare them to majority of guys teens in SIngapore. WHat they do, is considered gay ehre in SIngapore. As many of you know, I'm really against that thinking. Until a guy actually tells that he's gay then thats a different story. Asking is always good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so happy. SO happy. I may have shared the same mindset as other Asians. Woooo O.o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-2415615174202312976?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/2415615174202312976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-like-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/2415615174202312976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/2415615174202312976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8442918878380130837</id><published>2010-12-07T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T20:39:54.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SHINee madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I only heard a few songs from them. Watched a couple of their live performances. And I've already liked this particular Korean group. Shinee. Wah they rock man! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I finished watching a series featuring them. Its called SHINee Hello Baby. They had to take care of this young boy and they need to play the roles of fathers. I watched it on Youtube with english subtitles. It was fun to watch. Really. Firstly their love for each other are like brothers + best friends. It's really new and strange to me. Their faces looks damn clean. Looking at their relationship as friends, is really mind blowing. Cause it's different. Oh and they respect each other so much. They dont talk bad about each other and stuff. Thats nice. *Sighs* Good friends that will stay are hard to come by nowadays. But when that day comes, I will definitely know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TP4d4VtqIuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/0uAlynTro5k/s1600/shinee.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547904644705559266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TP4d4VtqIuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/0uAlynTro5k/s320/shinee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TP4d3zQW0wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/dJTK0TdQzJw/s1600/SHINee_hello_baby_forever_by_man95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547904635455853314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TP4d3zQW0wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/dJTK0TdQzJw/s320/SHINee_hello_baby_forever_by_man95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those were group photos of them in one of the episodes. I really admire them siah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haiya this is not normal at all. It's liek I'm obsessed with them. Lol. I'll keep it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm gonna have my dinner. First. I'll come back in about 1hr time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok I'm back. WHile I was eating dinner, I kept thinking, What if I had friends like them? Then that would be awesome, but even I know that may be the impossible thing to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO the other day, SUnday, I went to work. I got caught in traffic cause I took cab. Somone called me and asked me where I was. I said I was stuck in traffic and that I was gonna be late. I called the duty phone after that but the line got cut off halfway of me talking to one of the IC's. Then when I arrived. My IC, was being a bitch that day, seriously. I was greeting guests, and after the monorail left she told me, If I dont hear your voice later. You are going to get it from me. My first reaction was, I greet guests what... She said it wasnt loud enough. *Sighs* I was trying to stay calm and focused. And I did. Act cute siah her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;NEver mind. FOrgiven already.&lt;/span&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/4249251103238660610-8442918878380130837?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8442918878380130837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/shinee-madness-i-only-heard-few-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8442918878380130837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8442918878380130837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/shinee-madness-i-only-heard-few-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TP4d4VtqIuI/AAAAAAAAA_g/0uAlynTro5k/s72-c/shinee.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-500920336809408679</id><published>2010-12-04T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:58:30.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not leashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rules were made. Rules were made to be broken. If they weren't broken, then how do we learn from mistakes. See, breaking rules and learning from it is another way of learning from mistakes. Mistakes are usually solely blamed on one person. But it is actually more than just a person that is to be blamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO the other day, Wednesday, I didnt come to work. To be honest, I was actually very furious and frustrated. The pick up time is too early. 4.40am was already bad enough and then they changed it to 4:30am. My reaction to that message was equal to the feeling of throwing your phone at the wall. I was pretty much uneasy at that time. The questionw as What the hell? Who would wake up so early jsut to be picked up at that time? I would rather take a cab at around 5:30am and reach work at almost the same time as my transport would. So what if I lived far. I got that msg at around 10pm before the day of work. Tuesday. I was like WHAT!!! You sent me a msg at 10 and expect me to be there when the transport arrives at 4:30?! I need tow ake up 2hours before that. so I should eb waking up at 2.30am. Why? To prepare. And to have breakfast. ANd also to compensate on any lost time in wasting time. So in the end I didnt wake up. I switched off my phone. Go and die was what I said when I thought of what the driver would say. Oh the driver is a ripoff himself. When I come late, he says he kena scolding lah blah blah blah, like as though I never got scolding for being late before like that. And then he would tell anyone and everyone taking the same transport that I was late lah thats why he was late in picking the rest up. Well Up Yours man! If he late ah, wah he kept quiet all teh way. I was late once for pickup, he was late twice for pickup. Meet up time 4.4oam he came at 5am. Then on the 2nd day of him being late. He was supposed to pick my friend at 430am. My friend called at around 4.45am. My pickup time was 4.40am. My friend called the driver, the driver was still at home at 4.45am, when my friend's pick up time was 4.30am. SO int he end he picked my friend up at 4.50am. and me at 5am. And he's the one carrying word about people's lateness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then on Thursday. I was questioned by my IC. Why was I MIA on Wednesday. I took MC. ANd then she said why never tell anyone. I said prepaid low and my house kena cut. Then she said why never go down and go public phone. What a stupid question. If someone took MC, the first thing that goes to your mind is because they were sick, then how the hell does someone go down to look for a public phone when he has an MC(when he's sick). And how the hell does he know he's gonna get sick. Stupid eh this people. No stupid siah her. I was gonna walk off, but I thought that it was rude to walk off from someone older than you. So after that she said "Because of you, teh morning shift was very miserbale you know?" My reply in my head was actually "Fuck you!" But instead I said "Sorry". SHE FUCKING BLAMED ME FOR EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED WHEN I WASNT THERE.  FUCK HER! Other people were absent also, including another IC. Why not make them feel guilty? CB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so sorry readers about my foul language. But this is the only place apart from conversation with myself that I could share my thoughts and everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont get it why I only think of how to reply to something only afetr its over and done with. I need people to know that I shouldnt be stepped on, the same as they shouldnt be stepped on as well. No one should be taken advantage of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blamed for something you didnt do can be heart destructable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Apologise only when necessary. Follow what you think at times. Listen to yourself, don't let others step on you. Allow yourself to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-500920336809408679?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/500920336809408679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-not-leashed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/500920336809408679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/500920336809408679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-not-leashed.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8410221859641719635</id><published>2010-12-04T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:12:50.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day. For internship. And for me to see a rare kind of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3rd December, yesterday, was the last day of my internship. For my course. SO we had a meeting at 3:30pm. We were already there at 3pm. SO much for caboting. lol. The other interns from my course were all inside. We were talking, laughing and everything fun was made in that short 20 minutes we had to wait for our supervisor. I never laughed so hard since the last time I remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After the meeting, my shift ends so its time to go. I was very very upset. Its the last day of internship yeah. I'm not sad about that, that much. What I'm sad about is the fact that I won't be seeing Naomi anymore. Next year she will tranfer to NAFA. *Sobs* SUper saddened siah. I went Candylicious with Lydia and Lynda, over there I got and idea on my farewell gift. SInce Naomi said I looked pervertic with a smirk, I bought her an MnM cushion that has a smirk on his face. Its the Red one. I told her to call it Mr Smirk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO I ran around looking for her and ended up she at BK with Putri,one of the IC's, and Suzy. SO I went there alone to pass her the gift. When I arrived she gave me a hug and said you wanted a goodbye hug right? Cause that was what I asked for. That was a good long 5 seconds. Then she said somethings. Then I handed her the big bag of Candylicious, which inside was that cushion. Her face was so surprised that I swear she could have burst into tears. Which she didnt exactly did. But it was clsoe enough. Then I told her, Didnt you say that If you cried, it would be a miracle? SHe was like in teh middle of crying you know. Haha. Yeah and she gave another hug. People were looking and I was like a bit embarassed. Then she got say, you are supposed to hug me back. Then I did. I'm really not good at this touchy touchy stuff. Anyways farewell Naomi. A good friend like you is hard to come about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be continuing the job. I hope I get all the offs'I need. Haish... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only I could turn back time. I would say how much I'd appreciate everyone in my life. Even the small part creates a big impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8410221859641719635?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8410221859641719635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8410221859641719635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8410221859641719635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-6947002681365957090</id><published>2010-12-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:06:18.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ring Ding Dong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm almost addicted to that song by SHINee. I've been listening and watching the music video and I've got to say, they are good. The song in english lyrics has really good meaning. I already am a fan, they won my heart. I mean them, not in love with them but argh never mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I was looking through their music videos, and I saw Lucifer. I was first speechless. But I clicked on it anyways to see the music video. And WOAH!!!!! They kena already siah. And it's, I believe, is only the beginning of it. Woah nabe cb! I just became a fan and now doubting them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think if my hair grows longer, it could be something like how Minho looks like. Minho, is the one with the longest hair. Or maybe mine would look something like Taemin's? Or maybe Key's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TPZVpZGvr7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CPuR28Fhgbk/s1600/200911060852341001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545714160755519410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TPZVpZGvr7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CPuR28Fhgbk/s320/200911060852341001_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TPZVoxyOBDI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bj0nBsAoXuM/s1600/200910150834121001_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545714150200443954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TPZVoxyOBDI/AAAAAAAAA_I/bj0nBsAoXuM/s320/200910150834121001_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TPZVofDJXDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Q12-UZwKBgI/s1600/4057801305_a05da72a63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545714145171168306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TPZVofDJXDI/AAAAAAAAA_A/Q12-UZwKBgI/s320/4057801305_a05da72a63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/4249251103238660610-6947002681365957090?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/6947002681365957090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/ring-ding-dong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6947002681365957090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6947002681365957090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/12/ring-ding-dong.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/TPZVpZGvr7I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/CPuR28Fhgbk/s72-c/200911060852341001_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5916543929293032895</id><published>2010-11-17T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T00:33:47.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait. But I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This Saturday is Spooktacular lunch gathering. I can't wait for that. Hehe! I've got a smirk on my face just thinking back in the days of Halloween. People screaming, running, on all fours just to get away from the ghosts. *Sighs* Good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I bought two pairs of shorts. And they fit. I really have a problem getting clothes. Shops just dont sell my size. Its either I'm too small for adult size or too big for kids size. Either way, they both dont have sizes for me. There are millions, billions if I may, shops selling apparel. Not even a handful sells my size. And even if they do, they are always the pasar malam or those that brands I've never heard of. But still they are still clothes. And I'm thankful for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Work is as per normal. But really people just need to be more understanding at times, at all times if possible. If not, they'd just say whatever they feel like saying whenever they are unhappy. And this time, surprisingly, I'm not talking about the guest. There's alot of feedback that I'm gonna write in my report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh shit! Talking about report. I have no idea what to write apart for the feedbacks. 10 pages. I wanna write more at least got more work to do. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ARGH! After the attachment, I wanna go for rock climbing on Mondays, Tuesdays and Wenesdays. I'm keeping these days free so I can climb.  My muscles ae stiffer than ever. -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5916543929293032895?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5916543929293032895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5916543929293032895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5916543929293032895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-7423148505241645491</id><published>2010-11-15T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:09:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's one thing I could wish for, I'd wished to be known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not because I want to be popular but to be known for the things I've done. Mistakes pointed out and given suggestions on how to improve and the good things acknowledged. That would be nice. But yet. It's just a wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still dont know what time I'm supposed to report tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Befriending a stranger has two outcomes. It's either short lived or long lived. I just have one thing to say. That was pretty much immature. You can't tell someone that it's your way. I had no reasoning to do cause I was utterly shocked by the insanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So hotmail is having problems. Or am I having trouble getting into the site? It couldnt load. I wanted to read my inbox. It's like a daily routine. Next Saturday is 20th, which means it's the Spooktacular lunch gathering. Booyah! Gotta get something to wear for the event. Dont want to just look simple everytime. Gotta be a bit outrageous once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Music is playing in my ears so I cant concentrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The washing machine is spoilt so I dont have anything to wear for bed. Thanks ah. Hmmmm I guess I'm not as patient as I thought I was. Gotta keep having patience. More and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know it's irritating for you to read my post with short sentences and millions of paragraphs. It's irritating to you as it is to me. Why? Cause it shows that there are so many thoughts rushing through my head. And I'm trying to fit as much as I can into the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-7423148505241645491?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/7423148505241645491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-theres-one-thing-i-could-wish-for-id.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7423148505241645491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7423148505241645491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-theres-one-thing-i-could-wish-for-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1850397438270159129</id><published>2010-11-14T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T22:47:03.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should have been a bit more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess I couldn't hold up any longer. People just take someone's kindness for granted. If people were more understanding and less impatient, I wouldn't have lost my patience. I think today must be the first day I feel like picking up the queue poles and smashing it on their heads. My colleague/intern/friend indirectly insulted me. Got middle fingers by what looked like primary school students. Got into a verbal hassle with a tour guide. Ran at people to warn them of the incoming train as they stood beyond the yellow line. People think that we do this just for the sake of doing it. *Sighs* If one day someone's head gets ripped off, k maybe not head, if someone's arm were to be ripped off by the incoming train(monorail) don't blame the rovers that were on duty. Although I would render help, I would definitely be laughing on the inside. There were much more blood boiling incidents today, but I'll just leave them behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have to be even more patient. I need to be more understanding. Maybe they were rushing. Maybe they were curious on what is under the platform. Maybe they wanted to rest. Maybe, just maybe. Maybe I'm just too kind. Pfft. I wished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1850397438270159129?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1850397438270159129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/should-have-been-bit-more-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1850397438270159129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1850397438270159129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/should-have-been-bit-more-patient.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3596898905425937889</id><published>2010-11-08T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:54:08.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I start a Vlog? Or whatever they call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah cause that was what I was thinking. Maybe I should. I'm not doing it for popularity sake but to do it cause I need something for me to voice out my opinions freely. I'm talking about Youtube in case many of you are lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Work today was fine. Except that there was a feedback session plus meeting by Supervisor,IC and the boss of Admission Ops. Then another session with the HR department. I really had alot to say but I didnt want to. Damn the opportunity was a waster. I didnt seize the opportunity at hand. Sheesh, what a bummer. Guess I was a bit intimidated by the boss cause he really seems evil. Then the HR session was next. The two of them came in. One carrying two plastic bags. She passed around boxed drinks. I tore for everyone the plastic wrap as it came in 6's. So I was gonna put the torn plastic wrap in the plastic where it came from, and out of the F*ing blue she asked me aloud, Do I look like a dustbin to you? I was literally flabbergasted that she would say such things. Obviously I would say yes but I said that I wanted to throw in the plastic bag ask you to do it. WTF siah. Attitude. Then after that I scolded her some malay mix vulgarity under my breath and the girl that was sitting beside, also another intern, laughed after hearing it. It was hilarious lah seyh. I really just cant stand looking at her face,I mean no offence, but her face just makes me laugh. And it is also not the first time she spoke to me in that way. The third time she does, I shall speak out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I got back home, I took a bathe. I came out, logged on to Facebook,checked my e-mail and my dad came in and said something about what do I do on the computer. I was gonna say sarcastically that I was watching Porn but that would put me twenty years in ICU. He also asked me have school finished and I said yes. Then he asked, then what have I been doing all day on the computer? I was again tempted to say I was watching Porn, but I said checked emails, normal stuff. He was like, you have got to know that I'm not working. Who's gonna pay the bills if my money runs out? Ok I had rephrase that to make it sound nicer. Then he went out. After a while I heard him talking to my sister. He was like pretty uptight that my sister getting a job without him knowing. K I would be also lah. But he didnt have to drag the whole family into it. He didnt literally dragged us but he did mentioned about us and unsulting us. This does not include my lil sister. Lucky small girl. When she grows up, I hope she understands my father. He keeps insulting, criticising, scolding, and you know what I mean. I'm beginning to think he enjoys doing them. I think that is the only thing I dislike about my father. Well you will dislike someone for something, no matter who they are. But some of the things he said does actually makes sense. I said SOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OK tomorrow. Ok I'm seriously confused about the word's spelling. Is it tomorrow or tommorow or tommorrow? Someone help me. I'm not gonna disturb Mr Webster from his dust collecting routine. SO yeah, someone help me out. So tomoro, I have to wake up at 2am, to prepare for work at 615am. This is because the transport comes at 455am. Damn! SO early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and I think I am addicted to the popcorn they sell at RWS. The cheese and caramel=CHicago mix. AWESOME! But not to be consumed by alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its a week since Spooktacular has ended. And yeah I'm really missing the people there badly. Although some, I see them at work but those from TP, I never got a glimpse of them. Maybe at the reunion on the 20th then I get to see them. OH I miss the early reporting time, waiting for make up, putting on make up, waiting for dinner,waiting for initial time for release of the "ghosts" which is us, chasing guests, amking them scared, making them cry, making them scream in fear, making them hug me; that was unexpected as I had said before but she made my day, being insulted  by guests, challenged by guests, hurt by guests,pictures taken with guests, staring at guests, trying my best not to laugh but I did laugh thrice on different days; two on the last day,scaring the shit out of the rangers. Yeah those are some of the many moments I will never forget. In years to come, I just plug in my hardrive and look through the pictures, cause they are moments captured in the pause button. You may forget about it, but when you look at the photos, you will smile at the wonderful time you've had in your life. Oh and I dont seem to get it. The make up is fake, everyone knows that. I had to sit through almost half the day sitting in the tentage in make up, and I havent included time to get my make up on, getting my costume blah blah blah. Its fake blood, everything is fake. The only thing that is real are th costumes. And of course the characters and their heart and soul put into being the character. The blood and sweat we had to deal with, and its not fake blood I'm talking about this time, I'm talking about the real thing. Last but not least the props, the artists and the behind the scene crew. They are all real. There's nothing fake to putting so much effort into something and hearing negative comments people have to say about it. Yeah I really appreciate positive ones, but I'm in character. I cant do a thing except frigthen them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life is life. People don't understand how much is put into something until they see the behind the scenes footage. Somethimes you just gotta open up and understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3596898905425937889?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3596898905425937889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/should-i-start-vlog-or-whatever-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3596898905425937889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3596898905425937889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/should-i-start-vlog-or-whatever-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-374103690451228757</id><published>2010-11-02T05:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T06:19:06.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Day of Spooktacular. A blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The last day for the Spooktacular event held at Sentosa was on the 31st October 2010, which was two days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The day started like all other event days, except it was more emptier when I arrived. The night was also packed. Queues were very long. I roamed around the forecourt. Oh I changed back again to my old character, the Malay Milk Seller. I was supposed to do in Merlion again, but I switched roles with two other characters. It was a trade off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So queues were long, I disturbed the queue and stuff. There's this queue management girl taking care of teh queue somewhere in the middle. She took care for IOS 1. SO whenever I go to that queue right, I would just stand and stare at her. Cause she really scared or something. Cause I think on the 23rd, I first time found out she was afraid. But she very nice lah. Then I stared at her right, I could hear people in the queue started saying,she scared already she scared already. She kept smiling, avoiding eye contact and moving away. But I jsut stared at her fo a while then moved on. But there was another girl taking care of the same queue but at the front. I couldnt find her, her name was NAtalie, she was also afraid. I promised to distub them. But I only got to disturb one. Never mind, next year have chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My best memory has got to be from this guy wearing white boxed hoodie. When I went to his group, he already had his hoodie zipped up to in front of his nose. He was already using his hands to pull teh opening closer. He really tried his ebst to avoid me. I saw his reaction. But his group wanted to take picture first. After I took picture I stared at him while trying to get eye contact. Cannot. Then I continued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I went on, people took photos blha blah blah. Then the cameracrew wanted to get me to help them to pose for photos. Whenever I see them coming to me, I just ran away. I didnt want to stay at a spot to take pictures. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My 4th best memory has got to be from a group of Eurasians queuing at IOS 1. I scared a group of mix genders in the queue. Then the group of Eurasians said that I need stitches cos I'm bleeding. That was fine. Then one of them, wearing green shirt, said to get plaster. I was like I'm killing you. SO I came to him creepily, while staring at him. Everyone that was there saw it. He was like, crap this guy is creeping me out dude. I kept staring at him. He really was creeped out. But I had to continue. Then I saw the queue management girl, I stared at her for a while, she just smiled and avoided eye contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then my 2nd best memory was with a group of mostly girls in their 16's to 18's. I was in another queue, IOS 2. I scared them from behind. They were like Woah. But 1 girl was like not scared lah. They took some photos. Previously and after that I took some photos with some other people in the queue as well.  Then after a while,  I heard eh this the ghost jsut now, I turned and its the group. So we took a picture. Then the girl that said I wasnt scary was lookignat my wound, she was about to touch it when I roared at her. Hah! Her reaction was priceless. She said dont like that leh. Then I turned and stared at her, she was freaked out. Her face literally spelled OMG! I chased her and some of her friends. That actually felt good. I remembered her wearing white tank top, short shorts, and brown blonde hair. Yup thats her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My 3rd best memory was a group of malay girls and guys. In their 18's - 20's.  They definitely looked older than me. I first came to teh group when they were at the drinks stall. Most of them werent facing me. So I came from their abcks. The guy that saw me kept quiet until I was behind a girl. She turned and screamed, but what was funny was another girl int he group wearing yello or white shirt or whatever they call it and short shorts. She screamed even louder and ran behind of the guys. I did encounter the group a few times. I chased the girl everytime. But the funniest was when they were queueing up to take a photo. I came from behind, one of the guys pointed to her. So I came from behind and like made phlegm noise. She suddenly dropped to the ground and kinda crawled to ehr friends legs while moving forward in the queue. Then their turn to take photo. The cameraman asked me to join. I had no choice cause I was already in there. No way out. ANd another reason is because the girl was afraid. So I went and took my position beside her. She was literally afraid. After the shot, I roared at her. She screamed. Then after that one of the guys tole her name, Illah, so I called her name in a creepy voice she turned and screamed. Then she was like how he know my name. Then I chased her a bit. Yeah that was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then walked around and saw the group with the guy wearing white jacket. remember? Yeah his hoodie was still up at his face. This time I amde him scream. I came to him, he stopped and tried to avoid me.  I just made low noises and came clsoer to his face everytime. He, I swear was shivering madly. His friends told him to take picture with me, but I'm not if we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;K then I think after that I met again with the Eurasians. They wanted to take pictures. I kept staring at the guy wearing green shirt. He was creeped out. Then one of the friends said, "I've gotta take a photo with this dude man. His somehting doug." Something like taht.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The reason why I see the same people is because its getting late so there is lesser people, So it is more frequent to see the same people. Then many ghost were at the forecourt. Then I saw the girl wearing white top. She asked to take picture. We took with the Priest, CHinese Vampire, Lady in Red and got one mroe. She put her arms around em and the vampire. The vampire moved away. She was like you not friendly siah. You see this ghost very friendly eh,she was refering to me. Lol. After the shot was taken I roared at her. She was liek dont like that leh. Then she said to the vampire. You not friendly leh, this ghost more friendly, I dont friend you. Lol moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At close to the end, they asked for the roving ghosts at forecourt to come to the exit of IOS 1 as flushers. But we ended up hiding behind curtains at the exit and scaring people as they were about to exit. Lol. The funniest was when the Rangers came, when we came out and screamed at them. To our surprise all of them ran back. haha. but they did come back for the exit. Lol moment again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After the event they gathered all of us to take photos and stuff. Was very fun but sad that the event is over so fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had a great time being part of it. Enjoyed meeting new people like the make up artists, the crew, the queue management people, the talents (ghosts) and everyone else there! Thank you for the fun we all had. I enjoyed it very well! Oh how I loved scaring people. It was AWESOME! The event was AWESOME! The people that was part of it were AWESOME! I made new friends!! AWESOME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now to hibernate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- You may lose on today, but tomorrow you get twice that number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Hugs are really warm when they are least expected. Hugs that have made me feel warm, counts: 2. 30 &amp;amp; 31 Oct 2010. The girl wearing blue and the girl wearing whit tank top. Thank you! The two of you made my day, although the blue one really made my day. I'm really happy. They made me smile deep down in my heart. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;May all of your lives be brighter. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-374103690451228757?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/374103690451228757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-day-of-spooktacular.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/374103690451228757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/374103690451228757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-day-of-spooktacular.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-6343368340605379350</id><published>2010-10-31T02:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T03:12:44.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spooktacular night 4. 2nd last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yesterday was 30th Oct. That means it was a Saturday! And for me and many other people, it is the 4th night and 2nd last night for the SPooktacular event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I reported around 1:47pm. Then Yvonne, the so-called in charge, said I changed role again. :) YAY! Back to a roving character at Images Of Singapore forecourt. Cos the night before I did as a character in the Merlion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Got my costume on, then make up. Waited.Waited. Waited. The other characters bonded. We mingled around. Took some photos. Yup. Was great. The other characters, most of them are from Temasek Poly. They are very friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So time came. We got our touch up done. Then its time to rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ALright so my two best memories of the night was, 1, when I scared a girl wearing a short black dress. She was with her group, they saw me, I came to them. I saw she was afraid then I came closer to the group. SO she ran, I chased her a bit. Then she stopped and turned at me. I kept my distance. She was like begging for me to leave her alone. Then suddenly she scream. I just stared at her. She screamed a few times. Louder and sharper abit everytime. Then everyone else that saw this was like Woah, and they clapped. That was nice. So I left her alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The 2nd favourite memory, was when a group of I think mix race. Most of them malay. I only saw girls in the group. There were a few that were afraid. So I targeted them and came closer. Then I saw one of them move away from teh group like taking a breather somewhere near. The group was like go to her go to her. I came to her. She looked at me. I came clsoer she was like leaning back. Then she came back up and like came clsoe to my face and like tried to stare. But then she said Neh come here. And she gave me a hug siah. That was a good 2-4 seconds. Everyone in the queue I was near and the semi circle area that saw this, clapped and cheered. I wanted to hug back and smile, but I stayed in my character. I wanted to say thank you but can't talk. She made me smile lah siah. That was the first time a stranger hugged me. I felt human again. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of course there are other good memories, but I'll keep it short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now for the bad ones. I was scolded vulgarities twice by two "gangsters". I shall call them posing dumbfucks. Both at different timings and location. Both said to me Fuck off. When I heard that, I wanted to rbeak character. Both also sounded like they wanted to pick a fight. So teh first one was when I was in a queue scaring people. I scared one his female friends, then he said if I touched her face he'll punch me. Then I gave him a stare. He said Come ah in malay. Then he said Fuck off. The 2nd one was when I stand down already. At the escalator going down. I was staring at a couple behind me then they went pass me. After that, I looked at another couple which was a bit more back. At the escalator landing, I turned to head towards a staircase. The guy from the 2nd couple said Fuck off loud. Then I stared at him. The 1st couple had nothing in relation wiht the 2nd one. As I was with another ghost, I told her what he said. Then I told her, and said ERGHHH loud. He turned and stared at me from the escalator. So after that, the ghost, named Ellysha, I think thats her spelling. She said if they assaulted me and I broke character to defend myself, then she;d support me. And she said that's what the other ghosts would probably do as well. Yeah, cause thats what I thought. If they assaulted me, then I WILL break character and defenf myself. And I'shall make sure something breaks, depending on how hard their assault was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah so it was still enjoyable. I took some funny photos. Like pulling up my sarong and made a face saying like Oh. And I put up my leg to people. Some of the fun shots were that. That was the only time I broke character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thats it, I would really like to thank all those that had fun screaming and getting scared, and shared their wonderful memories on the night, with me included in their memories. Especially those two girls. One who hugged me and the other one who screamed jsut because I stared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, and the people that night was really fun. They clapped and cheered when something great happened. It was heart warming when that happens, it takes your pain away. But those people that are opposite, really spoils your mood, but they are there for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the other thing is that, that day, whenever I take pictures with a group of ladies, I always somehow feel their boobs brush against my back. And I'm trying to change my position jsut to avoid brushing agaisnt them, but to no prevail. Cause another one will brush another side of me. If I'm a horny guy, then yeah thats awesome but I'm not horny or pervertic. Yeah so I try my best to avoid this things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today's the last night. I've gotta make it worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I've never felt a stranger's hug before, but now I know. It's very warm and heart warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-6343368340605379350?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/6343368340605379350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/spooktacular-night-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6343368340605379350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6343368340605379350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/spooktacular-night-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3621497754089547279</id><published>2010-10-24T19:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:07:12.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spooktacular-ious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the 22nd and 23rd which was last Friday and Saturday, I was involved in Sentosa Spooktacular. It was an experience to behold. Make-up took hours long. Waiting for time to be on show was really tiring plus the weather in the tentage was really humid especially in the afternoon. So I was the first batch to come, which was 11:30am. The next batch was 1pm. The last batch was 3pm. We were supposed to be all prepared by 6pm. We have dinner at 5pm+. Many were from Temasek Poly. Some were staff there. That may include me and 3 other interns, Shaiful, Sean and Daniel. Food wasnt great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The first day, I arrived and I was the first batch. So everyone was a stranger. I did not say a word until people asked me where am I from. How old am I. Blah blah bblah. And those that arrived with me were all girls. Total awkwardness. But some guys came about after a while. So I put on make up and I didnt know how long it took. Oh and my costume was totally revealing my body. FInally time came and we were to go get in position. I was a roving character. So by around 7pm, people came. I started to get in character. It was for me to be in character when my prop is unmovable. LOL. At first I was just standing around my prop and taking pictures without moving much, but then I started screaming in people's face then chasing them and getting a few screams was fun. I really cant fully avoid laughing. I did smile but not laugh. Some guests were rude or trying to make a mockery out of me. Some threw vulgarities at me, some said I needed a new clothing, some said I was young thank you, some said I wasnt scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and my friends came, the interns, they called my name and oh goodness I really do not want to come to them but they kept calling my name from a far. So yeah I took a few pictures with them. And they made fun of me, picking on my mistake I did during work. So firstly work stuff, keep it for work. They said sachok lah blah blah blah. They were making fun of me while they were queuing. Then one of them was saying something then I like roared at her while strecthing my hand to her. Yeap, she screamed. Then all of a sudden, Naomi came from no where calling my name. She asked me which was scarier blah blah blah. I couldnt answer cause I'm in character. Yeah so she joined the same queue as the interns, but she was at the back. Continued scaring people then I saw she wasnt looking, so I scared her. Then continued scaring people. Then she wanted to take photo with me. Came back to the queue. SO took pictures with Naomi and Ellysha, her boyfriend took for us. So done then went back.  Blah blah blah. Then I think they finished already then they disturbed me again, I cant help but walk away from them. Then Naomi and Ellysha and her boyfriend also finished the trail then they came to me Naomi said I wasnt scary. Then they wanted to take some more photos, but I walked away. I ahve no idea why. There were a few malay guests said even ghosts have 6 pacs. And I was like yup thank you. Some say I satay man. Some say this ghost very faithful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Second day same thing. Tentage was super heaty in the afternoon. That was when I arrived. A few of us went lunch. They went Subway. I didnt there eat anything accept for the cookies one of the girl gave. I wanted to pay her, but she said it was ok. SO waited for make up. Then did make up halfway then they ran out of latex. SO I waited for quite a while. So after everything was done. It was time to go. K so we went. I went barfooted this time. It was definitely more fun, cause more people got scared. I did chase a few guests. Yeah lesser guests that gave rude remarks. Yeah one was, she said she wanted to "rembat" me. Yeah right bring it on. Some said dont be scared lah this one not scary, thats when I roared at them and chased a bit. Haha hilarious. I chased some kids as well. Yeah so overall it was fun. But after that, while I was removing make up, someone told me the Pasir Ris bus was here. And I rushed back to teh tentage. The bus left. So I waited for a bus that only sent three of us. Me and two otehr guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah so week 1 of Spooktacular was awesome. Cant wait for next week. Now enjoying my off days. Next time I shall have my camera with me and snap everything. Cos I always bring camera but never use it. Guess I abit paiseh to use it. Dont know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3621497754089547279?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3621497754089547279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/spooktacular-ious-on-22nd-and-23rd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3621497754089547279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3621497754089547279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/spooktacular-ious-on-22nd-and-23rd.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3135902474172596548</id><published>2010-10-21T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:35:48.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Official Chaos Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So today I did ticketing at Waterfront station. First my IC told to count money, which I did. So 1 pouch done. The other pouch I counted,crap, there was shortage. Then another intern, a friend, helped me out. We recounted the money, I dont know how many times and still it is the same. Yeah. Then I went to my counter. Blah blah blah, this tour guy came in wanting to redeem tickets via some coupon thing. So I was like, SHIt, I've never seen this before. So we panicked. She ran and look for the IC, but she was in a meeting. Lol. So another IC from another station came to help. The guy was like can hurry? I said yeah can, we just have to wait for the person to come. SO I kinda distracted him by asking him questions blah blah blah. K then that IC from another station came. Helped us out. Then she questioned me, why I never pick up my phone and the walkie talkie. Then I remembered my phone was on silent mode. Lol. Then the walkie was on a low volume mode. Lol. Then done. She taught us a bit then she go. Then a while later, my counter was full cause 4 travel guides wanted to redeem tickets. All 4 in line. Haha. This one they had a special paper for barcode scanning. So this was easier. Actually fun to redeem those kind of tickets. Then done no problem. Another guide came in. He was indian I think, he told me to print out the tickets around 4. So I put his paper aside and wrote 4 o'clock. Then another guide came in. Wah this one, he gave me a cheque to redeem. Then I said to go to the counter next door where my other IC was, but she wasnt there. Then I came back he was gone. But he was really impatient siah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After that a mother and son came, they ask what can they do in the island but they need to leave by 4+ So me and another friend showed her. My friend that was with me earlier had gone for break, so another friend just came for her shift. Yeah so we told her this and that. Wah then she suddenly raise her voice NO NO I dont want something something. I was like, my friend's giving you directions not promoting the attraction you dimbo. Then at alst I gave her the directions and stuff. Then LOL. After a while a group of teenage girls came and wanted to buy tickets for some attractions but they didnt want the package promotions and stuff. Then blah blah, after the transaction was over, I realised we had sold the wrong thing. Haha. I was really hoping they enjoyed their day. I think they did. I went for my break I think. I came back and no one wanted to buy tickets so I stood outside and helped my other friend. The most common question I got was Is the monorail free? K back to my counter, helped some guests and blahblahblah. Oh I remembered I ask another mother and son pair to go to another counter which was empty, I brought them there and then blah blahblah. The register opened and to my horror, there was NO MONEY inside. I voided the transaction, gave their money back and kindly request them to get back to the other counter which I was from. Wah I apologised to them, then ran back to the room with the register empty, and searched the whole place. OMG I panicked lah siah! Then I dont know why I moved on to some guests. After helping them, I asked everyone who working at that station, the Rovers, The GR's and the others who were with me at the counter. They didnt know where the person I was looking for neither have they saw that other pouch. Saw yeah while in the midst of that, the guide who disappeared came rushing towards me, I was like this aint good. He was like SO how!!! Then I rushed to my coutner and checked if any of the IC's had helped me out or somehting. NOTHING!!! OMG I was sir please hold on while I get my IC to come help you. So i ran to the counter beside, no IC. Then I ran back I liek pretended to check the walkie and my phone then I said ok sir hold on while I try to reach my IC. Then he was on teh phone shouting What the Fuck! so loud siah. There were other guests in that small room. They were all looking at me siah. I was like sir hold on. He gave me the phone to talk to his someone colleague or something. Then I said I check the locker or something. Wah I run up to the platform and looked around. Then another IC from another station came and told me now because I sold some ticket to this guest, then now eh changed his mind, he now asking for refund. Then I was WTF siah! I mean we did ask him to get the tickets at the attractions itself, and had promoted the promotions that goes witht he attractions but he dont want siah. WTH then now he blaming me. CB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haiya whatever lah. I'm not as tired as yesterday but amidst the chaos I still enjoyed my day. It's a learning experience not to be forgotten. I need more experience in ticketing. Tomoro is the beginning of SPooktacular!!!! Cant wait to scare the crap out of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and by the way, I had an embarassing moment today while on the way to work. From Outram Park MRT to the NEL line there's an underground pathway right. So I was walking there like every other day. Once I got down the escalator I saw liek water marks int he shape of partial foots.  SO i avoided stepping on thme, cause the smell of the palce was of liek vomit. So I thought it arrives fromthe water. So walking walking walking. I was up front cleaning in progress signs ont eh right, so I walked pass them I looked down and saw water. I stretch my right foot a bit wider than my usual stride and SLIP! I slipped and fell with a partial split. I did not realise where I was stepping on was almost wet but not dry. I looked down, confused and just got back up and walked like nothing like that. ANd I could ahve sworn, people behind me were trying not to laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3135902474172596548?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3135902474172596548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/official-chaos-day-so-today-i-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3135902474172596548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3135902474172596548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/official-chaos-day-so-today-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-6401063762192792968</id><published>2010-10-20T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:00:35.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was that a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just got back from work, and I'm really tired. I totally hibernated in the bus home. I'm suppose to be doing ticketing at Merlion Plaza, which was what I did at first then the IC told me to go to Merlion and direct people who wants to buy tickets to the new ticketing counter, which was where I was. SO I went to Merlion. Stood under the sun like an idiot. But luckily there was this other staff. He was to me, like the Gatekeeper of Merlion. Yeah we talked for awhile. He kinda ridiculed the idea of having me standing there and directing traffic when he could do it himself. Lol. SO after a while, my IC called me  and asked me whether anyone asked where the ticketing counter was. SO I said not really. Then she told me to get back to ticketing. I was like GREAT! Cause the heat out was bearable but not for long. So after lunch, I came back to my counter and another intern was there. And I wasnt even there for a freaking 10 minutes before my IC brought this other person to talk to me. She told me to go and stand under this shelter and do the same thing my IC told me to do. But she warned me not to talk to the other intern that was just behind teh ice cream shop. It was at Imbiah station. I was very very uptight and upset. I was doing a non existent role. And not a single fellow asked where to get tickets from. They asked which monorail to got to where, where's the toilet, where is this and where is that. How to get to Hotel Michael, Amara Sanctuary and etc etc. I got bored so fast. I lost my mood already. The crew was putting up skeletons for Spooktacular. Yeah so that distracted me a bit. By the time it was my time to leave, I lost all my anger already. See I told you guys before, I cannot be angry for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and then on Monday after work while I was walking home. A malay uncle greeted me. So I greeted him back. Then he asked me the most random question. "Do you wanna learn notes?"At first I thought the dollar notes. Then asked him HUh? Not because I cannot hear but because I dont understand. I did that a few times. Wah then he pulled the earpiece out of my right ear and shouted OPENLAH! And I was like My left earpiece is already not plugged in, furthermore i dont get you not that i cant hear you. That was the rudest thing a stranger could ever do. Which is intruding your private space. Then he asked me whether I want to learn musical notes then I was like Say lah... Idiot. He asked for my address and number. Then he explained learning the guitar piano blah blah blah. I said I ahd no pen. Wah he gave me a one of a kind stare. So he lend me his pen while I wrote on my paper. Then I went home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I told my mom about it yesterday, then she said I should be more careful next time. Dont trust strangers so easily. Then I thought to myself. CRAP! What if he plans to target my family. What if this what if that. So yeah I was kinda fearful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe I put my trust in people too fast and too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-6401063762192792968?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/6401063762192792968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/was-that-mistake-i-just-got-back-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6401063762192792968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6401063762192792968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/was-that-mistake-i-just-got-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5793310463758238537</id><published>2010-10-17T02:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T03:13:04.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Actually yesterday was the 3rd day of work. I'm just typing out late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO far I got 4 warnings and scoldings altogether. By my higher authorities. Then got some from guests who thinks they are right. "If you dont want me to stand here, then why have an arrow here?" Well I really appreciate you standing behind the arrows but youre blocking people's way you dumbfuck. I think many people are either blind or they choose to be ignorant. There are yellow lines along the corners of the platforms. And signs saying to stand behind the yellow line. Why cant people follow that? I mean all over Singapore you see signs everywhere right? No jaywalking, no smoking, toilet this way, no parking, no camping and maybe PLEASE STAND BEHIND THE FUCKING YELLOW LINE!. Yeah thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO yesterday I was at Imbiah station doing rover. WHich means I'm on th platform guiding traffic, giving directions and waving to guests when the monorail arrives. I think it was considered peak hours. SO it was chaos and I had to control both sides of the platform. Imagine running around asking people to stand behind the yellow line, giving directions, waving to guests in the monorail, getting people to not lean on the barriers, allow passengers to alight before boarding and all of this has to be done with a smile. I wouldnt even bother to do all those. But if YOU WANNA GET YOUR HEAD OR ANY PART OF YOUR BODY CHOPPED OFF by the monorail, then by all means lean against the barrier and stand in front of the yellow line. :) And I have to wave at every rail that comes in during the 7.5 hours, and I have to stand throughout. The break is not included in the time. Only 1 thing that makes me happy everytime I do my job. Kids. They are just so adorable and they just bring a smile to my face. It's like seeing your mom after 15 years of separation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok so it was rush hour, I was doing the usual. There was this Asian Japanese guy? leaning against the barrier while talking on the phone. I told him the usual lah, dont lean against the barrier please thank you. K so he did. SO I went along the line doing the same. When I came back, he was back there. I went in front of him and asked him nicely. He didnt even budged. So the rail was coming, and I started to panic, I asked him again. He didnt even fucking move!  I tapped the barrier just in case he didnt understand me, and said the same thing. Not a single movement, except his right hand which went up to his mouth to kinda cup his voice into the phone. People were already surrounding me and the area we were at. Just imgaine those mrt arrows at the doors there, but a smaller one. SO the rail finally stopped, the door opened, and I said please allow passengers to alight first thank you. But before I could finish half of that sentence, he pushed me from my right. So those who wanted to board kinda understood me and kept aside. Those who were alighting did so. And he, haha, had to wait his turn to get in. When he want ed to get in he nudged me. SO I was like NABE! And I didnt realise I said it loud. SO yeah. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There are those who understand and those who are really just the opposite. So have to have more patience implanted in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Everything happens for a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5793310463758238537?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5793310463758238537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/3rd-day-of-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5793310463758238537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5793310463758238537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/3rd-day-of-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-7606926357600650106</id><published>2010-10-11T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:09:24.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm not as important as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've finished 1st day of Sentosa orientation today. I could say that it as enjoyable. Alright so the class was more than I had expected. I thought there was only 11 and then there were 23. Orientation started at around 8:30 and it ended at 6pm+. Yeah. Long and dry. But we did have games and stuff. And even just the first day, I already could sense people were already judging me. Firstly, dude if you really have something against me or whatever, you better say. Don't ever give me that look. What a mood spoiler. And there were familiar names as well. Such as Haris. Its a once in a while name and I thought it was somebody I know. And lol the guy is, I will not say he's gay, but I think he's just soft.  The other is Danial. So overall, it was fun as there are jokers, alot of them in this batch of interns. I love good laughs. I may not be the best, but I'm definitely not like the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and me and the group I was with had alot of laughs together. These include, Sean, Naomi, Lydia, Hidayah, Lynda, Lydia, Me,Ellysha and Sangeetha. Although the last two caught up late, we still had alot of laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And seriously, I'm not GAY! So stop saying I'm gay. I'm not, ok, get it. I love girls. And I may be acting like one today, maybe because I was wearing pink. Bleargh firstly.  So that doesnt mean I am one. So think before you speak. That was insulting enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And my father pissed me off again. During my first paragraph. He asked what time I reached Sentosa? I said 8+. He said what kind of a stupid answer is that? And I am like, I dont carry Big Ben everywhere you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-7606926357600650106?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/7606926357600650106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-guess-im-not-as-important-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7606926357600650106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7606926357600650106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-guess-im-not-as-important-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-4745548007734585526</id><published>2010-10-05T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T22:40:23.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Courts.Ikea.Giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After I woke up by the demand of my father, I persuaded my mom to ask my dad to eat first cause I was damn hungry. And besides, I wouldnt be in a good mood if I leave house in the mornin without any food. So off we went to Courts. I almost fell at a junction, cause when I was about to cross I saw this white mpv thing had their left blinker on, so when it moved I braked hard and that bloody bugger went straight. Not turn, but straight. Reached Courts, walked around. Then Ikea, walked around and bought some stuff. Then GIANT, walk around, then bought stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I remembered at Ikea. When at the cashier, my father said no need plastic cause we had bags. So I ran to the locker to get the bag. Then I ran back. Afetr putting the stuff in teh bag. Actually there were two bags, one was in the bigger one. My father asked me, where's the $1 coin. I was like SHIT! I ran back just to get that coin, just to put the bags in the lockers again, this time two lockers. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ht, so at Giant I saw my cousin Niz. But was reluctant to approach as she was with some people. Look like her colleagues. We were having lucnh, they were also having lunch.  So we shopped quite a bit. Then we went off. Took the bags, not forgetting the coins. Damn the bag I carried was heavy. But I shouldnt be complaining cause my dad is carrying more in his bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We went to a field near eHub. Believe me there wasnt any wind there and I wasnt in teh mood cause I was tired. Took out a kite and at first it got up, then the wind died down. Lol my father was like do this do that. Guess he was the original kampung boy. I'm the hybrid. LOL. Played for a while, got frustrated alot. Then my lil sister was falling asleep, and I was like you were the one whow wanted to play kite then w=you want to sleep. GRRR. Never mind so we reached home around 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now on Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-4745548007734585526?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/4745548007734585526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/courts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4745548007734585526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/4745548007734585526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/courts.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1821240744213377682</id><published>2010-10-04T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:46:39.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day, they will all leave you behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Secondary school students having exams, I'm at home kinda enjoying my holiday. Pfft. Who am I kidding? Holidays were never fun. I meant holidays, where you sit at home. Doing technically nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to come down and join the ODAC people but I'm sure they don't have training at the moment. But if they do, I hope they invite. And I'm kinda lost as to when their competitions are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright, I've got to be honest, I've been having friend problems since what. Primary 3? Yeah, Primary 3. I know this sounds really immature. But dudes and dudettes, even grown ups have this same problem. And believe me they create a bigger annoyance when this happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what happened to make me say this? Actually I have no idea. But I'm sure it's damn complicated. This the most recent thing that happened. I was ignored not once, but twice on Facebook. I wrote a message send it to my friend. And waited for their reply. Ok ignoring wasn't that bad but Oh for good of mankind, they logged out. These were two separate occasions and two different people with the latest just a few minutes before this. So I'm wondering did I do something wrong or is it just my thoughts or something happened to them or there are so many other possibilities which I may not know about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess the phrase is really true for a person like me. Everyone I know, goes away in the end. Who can I really trust? Ask yourself. I don't even talk to myself anymore, sounds lunatic, but talking to myself actually helps control me. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I guess being alone is permanent. I'm always there for people, but people aren't always there when I need them. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm really really sad and depressed now about things that I dont even know is true. But I guess I have to wait it out instead of talking to them cause then I or they could make it worse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm an open-minded person, so everything is a possibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;On this fence I sit, wondering who'd be on this side, and who'd be on that side. But I guess, nobody's on my side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1821240744213377682?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1821240744213377682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-they-will-all-leave-you-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1821240744213377682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1821240744213377682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-day-they-will-all-leave-you-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-6919719763910747941</id><published>2010-10-03T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T22:13:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up at 4:21pm. Slept at 1:12am. More than 14 hours of sleep. Cause yesterday, I went cycling with my dad and brother to East Coast Park. Along with my lil sister who sat on my father's bike. Maybe it doesnt sound so tough, but boy you are wrong. Lol. We went through part of Bedok PCN to East Coast. Arrived through Area G after having to carry my bike through an underpass that was under construction. Then we cycled to the end (Area A) then back to Area G. All the way to Changi. We went through the Changi PCN. Reminded me of Kinabalu training, that stupid canal Mr Roy made us walk. Cycled that whole stretch. We turned at Changi Ferry Terminal and sat at a shelter for a while. The view for airplanes were beautiful. Then to Changi Village for lunch or was it dinner. I ate Nasi Ayam Penyet, and the sambal was ARGH!!!. It sped up my digestion to like what? 24 hrs straight. I just wanted to go home, but my dad said it was still too sunny. So we waited out for a while than back home we went. My bike started making weird plastic sounds. And when we got home, believe me I was shock to see the time. It was 6pm, we went out at arnd 8:30am. WOAH! So yeah, I was pretty exhausted by then. But it was utterly fun to cycle for a long time and since a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The people that I usually see on Facebook at this moment is not online now. So i'm wondering is everyone busy and doing fine. Ahh friends, what would the world be, without them. Through thick and thin, they will choose to either stay or go. And there's always this one friend that you like to talk behind them but just can't live without them. Not that I talk behind their backs or what. But was just pointing it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So love your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Don't want to feel your kiss, but just your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-6919719763910747941?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/6919719763910747941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-beautiful-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6919719763910747941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/6919719763910747941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-beautiful-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-2342520848311051038</id><published>2010-09-30T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T19:16:39.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I Could Fall In Love Again, Would You Want To Be With Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That isn't random at all. That came from deep down inside. Love and Limerence. Cool word. I'm turning 17 and had a few crushes, but I have no idea what the real definition of a crush is. So I'm checking it out right now. A crush is not love. So don't mix them up. You are attracted to that person because of a quality they possess. Here's an article from a web page. Can't help but copy everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Are you simply bold out by someone’s presence and feel like to know more about the person? Crush happens when you are too much excited about someone, have a burning heart and wet hands when you are in front of that personality. So just have a thrilling time with your crush and get yourself acquainte&lt;br /&gt;Crushes are known to be the easy doorway into the planet of strong emotions and affairs, without having much of the distressing hazard involved in really dating someone. A crush more truly means to admire someone from far-off. It’s a very cute feeling which deters obligation of any sort. You actually enjoy the little spring of emotion that grows in your heart and it is indeed an incredibly powerful feeling that might take you to the crest of sheer obsession.&lt;br /&gt;This adorable feeling of crush is usually experienced on people who are very unlikely to fall for a relationship with you. Often observed among the teenagers, crushes can be on anyone and at anywhere. Teachers, actors, band members, scout leaders or any one of higher authority can be your crush. You can also have crush on your class mate. We all have crushes in our life and this is something we look back on with great fondness.&lt;br /&gt;Crushes usually happens when you meet someone for the first time and there is some special quality in the person which draws your attention so much that you get attracted to him or her drastically. When crushes occur, you tend to think about the person day or night where there may be the least possibility for a passionate relation between you two. But if the crush is a both sided one then it might get transformed into love with the consent of duo. Crushes can happen at any age and it can also crop up in your heart even if you are into a romance already.&lt;br /&gt;You are thrilled when they are close to you and feel wretched when they are away. You become so impatient that you always want to tell the person how much you like him or her but are scared at the same time of his or her rebuff. A hasty heartbeat and clammy palms are the main indication for a person in crush. Sometime out of excess excitement, youngsters start drooling when they get in touch with their crush.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning, it might seem very hard to settle out things in one’s mind and especially in one’s heart but within few weeks or few months everything will even out and soon you will learn to bring your emotion under control. A crush if dealt in an understanding manner, eventually takes the form of a more meaningful bond; it can be an everlasting friendship or a romance.&lt;br /&gt;There are some indications given by your crush and if you notice them deeply you can actually recognize the person having a crush on you. Starting off with boys, in crush, they will start treating you with esteem; they will send flowers on your birthday without mentioning their name, they will often flatter your beauty, they will pretend to be quite chilled at observing you eyeing or mingling with other guys but in actuality would hate the scenario.&lt;br /&gt;If you ever forget your jacket anywhere, they are always there to lend you their own; you will find him talking in a softer tone while interacting with you, they will always escort you to your home, just to bring a smile on your face they will go to the extent of cracking jokes even on themselves, they memorize little things mentioned by you in the conversation and sometimes they look straight into your eyes. All these activities of a guy towards you imply that you are his crush.&lt;br /&gt;Girls are quite inexplicable and you will never be able to find out if any girl has a crush on you unless she decides to let you aware of it. Either a girl in crush prefers to keep absolutely hushed or make it public by unveiling her feelings to everyone in order to seek suggestion. If you are the one the lady has a crush on then the first thing you will notice is a direct eye contact and a smirk on her face while eyeing you.&lt;br /&gt;She flips her hair while talking to you and also at times touches your arm; she will often come up with queries such as what kind of girl can take your breath away, while freaking out in a group especially in a movie hall you will always find her taking the seat right beside you and she will turn down the girl who will come under your list of praised ones. She remembers the name of each of every person at your home including your pets, she has every detail of yours registered in her mind. Her friends seem to know you well since she shares her secret thoughts about you with her friends. She will even try to spend extra time with you in all probable ways.&lt;br /&gt;As you will set your eyes on these given ideas, you will feel the rush of being taken by a crush. These ideas will solve the puzzles in your mind about whether the person you have a crush on undergoes the similar kind of feelings. Crushes are usually seen as ephemeral, unrequited love based on bodily charm which often casts its spell on the teenage groups and thereby termed as immaturity. If this crush is both-sided then with a little bit of attempt, it can take the form of love. So move ahead and enjoy your crush as this is something which cannot be stripped off from anyone's life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://gleez.com/articles/relationship/crush-what-is-it"&gt;http://gleez.com/articles/relationship/crush-what-is-it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So now I understand what it means. Yeah so I've had a few crushes this year. And the feelings almost the same for everyone of them. They are just crushes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's this particular girl, my classmate, whom I had a crush on. At first I didn't realised that I was in awe of her qualities. She actually has some of the qualities that I seek. It was not until two of my other classmates said that I was flirting with her that I realised that I had a crush on her. But I ignored what they said. I sat with her in class cause her partner sat with someone else. Doing the things I would normally do in class. I never really thought she was beside me until I turned. DUHH! I made her laugh, made silly faces, blah blah blah. My crush for her grew even more. But I kept quiet about it. Soon I chose to go back to where I originally sat. Which was just a row behind her and a few tables to her right. Actually that was the end of the class already. So as time went by, she kinda tried to stay away from me or something. That's when I realised that it's either it was too obvious, which I doubt so, or someone told her, which I thought so. So I actually tried asking the two other classmates did they tell her and stuff. Well they denied it. So I had to believe it. If nobody had hinted then she wouldn't have known and I wouldn't have felt uncomfortable whenever I'm around her. Which I actually am still feeling right now. Even though I don't think I still have a crush on her. I still am her friend, and because of that, I still feel uncomfortable around her. I tried to forget about the crush, but things happen. My friends would play truth or truth and ask me who my crush was. And I'm just too honest, I jsut had to say. The other day, there were five of us. Me, her, the two other classmates, and one of them the boyfriend. We had lunch at Pasir Ris. So there were two boys and three girls. Boys sat on one side while the girls sat on ther other. Believe me, I avoided sitting opposite of her completely. I didnt want her to feel uncomfortable, neither do I want to feel uncomfortable. Oh and the boyfriend of one of them. She actually was scared of him at first. I told her to go talk to him. She didn't but he did. And now they are so close. Yes I envy them all. Actually I'm jealous but I dont want to be jealous for nothing. LOL. And so it's these feelings that I want to get rid of. Feelings that will go to waste one day. I hope they read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My class is drifting apart. Plus holidays, even more maybe. I just am in contact with a ring of friends. Who I also happen to doubt. Because I always have this feeling like someone is talking behind my back and it's one of these closely knitted ring of friends. And I prove myself right again everytime I have this feeling. One way or another I'd find out, whether it being I really find out on my own or a third party came in or by other means. Still I just forgive them for doing so. I don't have the heart or guts to ask them for the truth. I've gotta ask them one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you're honest, people say you're mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you respect, people say you're dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you ignore, people say you're soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you are playing around, people say you're irritating and immature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you fight, people say you're a sore loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you care, people say you only look for 'faults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you are nice, people call you gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you and your emotions are one, people say you're sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've been called all the above before. And I've learned to deal with it. Life has to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't just because of a word, everything crashes down. But that's really how I feel at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-2342520848311051038?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/2342520848311051038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-could-fall-in-love-again-would-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/2342520848311051038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/2342520848311051038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/if-i-could-fall-in-love-again-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3793859466718975866</id><published>2010-09-28T05:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T05:46:04.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Step Up to your fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO yesterday I went Jalan Raya with supposedly 15 people, but only 9 were present including me. SO yeah I was definitely upset at those who didnt turn up. Actually just those that chose not to come. Planning and organising like I said before, is not easy. So the numbers werent as expected but still it was fun. I guess being around with friends no matter the number just makes me happy. :) Although a few things did get me boiling. Just don't put a vulgarity with a feature to describe something is good enough. Like for example bastard butt. It's kinda funny but yet insultive at the same time. Especially if youre at the receiving end. By the way, I didn't really take alot of pitures, but at least I took group photos at every house visited except for the last house. We played with firecrackers and I tried to take pictures of my friends "drawing " with the firecrackers. At first failed but after my friend's itchy fingers than found the mode, then can already. But still failed. LOL. By then left 5 of us. From there we took bus to Clementi, and in the bus me, Ridzuan and Diyanah had like a photo shoot at the back. I got on the last train alone cause they all lived in the west and north.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alone....Right now my lower back hurts. Oh and my sandal (capal) broke, like both soles could talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Got home, I looked through the photos taken and had quite a good laugh + the memories although not all sweet, still made me smile. Then I surfed the net and watched Step Up 3D just without the D. And I would like to thank Abigail for saying that I remind her of Moose. Cause she said that I know how to dance but I dont show it, just like Moose. At first I was confused but then I was honoured. BUt still I gotta get the moves right. Thanks anyways. The movie was actually great but I find it hard to concentrate cause I was damn sleepy. I watched it from 2am + to 5am+. But yet I managed to stay awake throughout the movie. And yes, the movie made me smile, ALOT. Smile, because of humour, love, loyalty, friendship  and the sick moves. AWESOME! Shall watch it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I learn something valuable from this movie. It is the travel that's more important than the arrival. Just like the journey is more important than the destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO anyways. SOMEONE THROW ME INTO A DANCE CLASS NOW! Plus a martial arts class. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3793859466718975866?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3793859466718975866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/step-up-to-your-fears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3793859466718975866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3793859466718975866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/step-up-to-your-fears.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8542521010659990096</id><published>2010-09-18T04:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T04:37:54.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Universal Studios, a one of a kind experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just got back 2 hours ago from Universal Studios Singapore. To keep it short I'd say it was worth it. And by the way, it's not as big as you thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I went with Ili and Haikal. They are the other volunteers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We turned left when we walked in, which means we visited Far Far Away first. Cause there is nothing at Hollywood and Madagascar's A Crate Adventure isn't open yet. We took Enchanted Airways, which was like a mini roller coaster. Believe me I was wrong. The first drop got my left calf crammed. So basically I couldnt scream at all. Haha but it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we went Jurassic Park. We queued for Canopy Flyer but changed our minds to go to the Jurassic Park Rapids Adventure. Believe me, we waited for a long time but I think it was worth it. The boat thing sat 9 people. So there were 6 other strangers with us, about our age but younger. And opposite me were two cuties. Very cute + pretty. Back to the rapids. The rapids were soft. The dinosaurs were awesome. The stroyline was also great! And the drop was the beautiful part. Cause I was facing where the drop was. So when it dropped I saw the water flew up abpve me like a waterfall from the ground. Beautiful but scary. Oh and I missed out the part where we pushed up towards dinosaur. Freaking scary. At least I ahd a few screams. And I got out with just a few drops of water on me. Literally a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ancient Egypt was by far the scariest of them all. We took the Revenge of The Mummy. And it really was like the revenge. Dude, what did we ever do to you mummy? The ride was pitch dark with some really heavy effects. The speed was colossal. If there werent any of those seat belts-barrier thing, I think I would have flown out of it. Cause during the dorps, you cant really scream cause your body is in the air. Zero gravity. AWESOME! And the part it reversed was cool. So expectant mothers if you want your baby to come out fast go on this ride. Just kidding. We were so scared that we took a second round. LOLZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sci-Fi City. No rides taken cause we were hungry already. I think if the roller coasters were open, I would skip them both. New York was another one that we didnt go to any attractions. One was the show while teh other is watch how they produce films.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we went to where we started, Hollywood. Ate at Mel's Drive-In. If it wasnt for the meal voucher, I think I would have died. After eating we rushed to Jurassic Park for Canopy Flyer. Waited for a long time just for 53 seconds of fun. Worth it? I think so. My legs felt like they were being pulled off. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We didnt get anything cause we didnt bring enough. But if I had brought money, I would have bought alot of merchandise. SO my suggestion is, at least bring $100 for shopping inside. ANd only shop after you played your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To be honest today was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But the going back part was frustrating. We sat awhile cause we were deciding what to do. They lived in the west. SO my friend lended taxi money to me and I didnt know how much the fare would cost. SO I took NR6 to Sengkang. 2 hours + siah. During the bus trip, I woke up and smelt this horrible stench. And I straight away knew it was the smell of beer. Then I realised it was the guy beside me. It was freaking stinky. I wasnt comfortable at all. I guess he realied it thats why he oved back. Then when I wanted to get off the bus, we got off tehs ame bus stop. ANd thats when I realised he was disabled or handicapped. He couldnt walk properly. So sad. Ooh I got off near the COmpassvale or point. Where I always take mrt to Farrer Park there. Oh my the atmosphere at that time was beautiful. So calm and fresh. I thought of sitting under a block but decided to just flag a cab. And the fare was cheaper than I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Got home my father said ,"Tomorrow we talk." I'm like SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Overall, I enjoyed my day. Now I have headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8542521010659990096?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8542521010659990096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/universal-studios-one-of-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8542521010659990096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8542521010659990096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/universal-studios-one-of-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-7629942140187166530</id><published>2010-09-15T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:42:18.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pressurized or Pressurised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PIE, done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What's left? OIT paper and presentation. RNT theory and ABACUS theory. Easy? Maybe. But probably not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways, exams are just part and parcel of studying. To prove how good one is at a particular subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I saw Joakim Gomez at Bishan's Subway while I was hanging out with the COUPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trying to calm myself by watching nice videos on Youtube. If youre thinking dirty already, go wash your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-7629942140187166530?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/7629942140187166530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressurized-or-pressurised-pie-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7629942140187166530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7629942140187166530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/pressurized-or-pressurised-pie-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-2471443915236491556</id><published>2010-09-07T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:53:42.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm Not Myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These pass few days, I've realised that I'm acting differently. Not the usual me. I get distracted in class alot. I don't know what I'm doing. I cannot focus. I can't seat for 5 minutes without saying something to my partner. I slept through almost 3/4 of a 2hr lesson. I forgotten everything that was taught in two subjects. I haven't started studying for my PIE paper this Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I screwed or what? Or am I just too stressed? I don't think I can manage education at one go. Education ruins social life. It does take up alot of a person's life.  But is a school really neccessary? I mean, I learnt so many things by just reading an encyclopedia. I havent talked about the internet yet. I believe that self-studying is way better. But why aren't I apllying it right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My mind feels so empty. That's why I don't feel like myself today and the past few days. Get a grip dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Focus focus focus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's a mock ticketing test tommorow and I did not bring back my book and notes. This is what happens when I have a locker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Procrastination is really a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-2471443915236491556?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/2471443915236491556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/2471443915236491556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/2471443915236491556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-5838998874954364837</id><published>2010-09-04T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:49:28.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When needed, honesty speaks. White lies muted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't believe it but, I knew it I knew it I KNEW IT! Just when I start to get comfortable with people again, some turned against me. Like I said, I knew it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for letting me know A******! When you told me, I really felt my blood boil. I only heard bell chimes with your voice being the background. I think you'd noticed a few times that I had blank stares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's not continue this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People have always misunderstood me. Just trying to set some things straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some people find that I always think I'm right. Always trying to point out and correct mistakes of others. This is my say. If I was selfish, I wouldnt have said anything. But whenever someone does something wrong, I just feel the need to correct it. Cause I do not want that person to repeat the same mistake again in the future. It will be humiliating you see. Why can't people see that I care for them? Rather then I'm trying to show off my English power or being arrogant or bossy or something? Just a few questions. So was I right to correct a mistake done? So was I right when I correct a mistake? So am I wrong to care for a friend's future? I'm a FACT PERSON. I stick to facts I am no nonsense. Leadership has taught me this. FACTS FACTS FACTS&gt; Get it drilled in my head. Come on. Open up your mind. Widen it. Have an open mind. I wouldn't argue if I think or know I'm wrong. Think can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Secondly I'm irritating. Thousands of times have I heard this. Umm there's no need for reminders you know. It's a cycle. I get bored, I make jokes or try to make someone laugh hoping they say something after that. But people see this as me irritating them. Not their fault, but like I said OPEN MIND. I'm just trying to make people laugh. Thats all I was trying to do. Or am I trying to be funny to the point of being an irritant to people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thirdly, this talking behind back thing. If anyone has something they wanna say about me, better say it in front of me. Like I said, I will know whether I'm being talked at or not. Its just a hunch. Like I said, I'm a fact person. But my conscience was never wrong. It has warned me of many things. I do get skeptical, therefore I look for evidence. So be honest and I won't be how I'm feeling right now. If you dont be honest, then thats how much you value our friendship. This issue happened so many times before that I also have kinda figured out when this is happening and wheh it is not. So think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright I wanna end this post here, just to keep it short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This post is for everyone I know. SO if you happen to pass by this dull looking blog and got a chance to read this post, I highly recommend you think about whats written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-5838998874954364837?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/5838998874954364837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-needed-honesty-speaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5838998874954364837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/5838998874954364837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-needed-honesty-speaks.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-31116765651952685</id><published>2010-08-20T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T00:05:20.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ni Hao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So China Trip was AWESOME!! Haha. 5 days went pass like a breeze at the beach. I'm sure no one misses me, apart from my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll share with you guys more when I have the time. Cause right now I'm stressed up to my littlest veins. WHY? YOG tomorrow, bbq, games for bbq, script for pie roleplay, oit test when school reopens,pie test, rnt test, prepaid died,concession expiring. These are just some of the many things thats causing me to be so stressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-31116765651952685?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/31116765651952685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/08/china-ni-hao-so-china-trip-was-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/31116765651952685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/31116765651952685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/08/china-ni-hao-so-china-trip-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8023550670419657525</id><published>2010-08-01T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:11:46.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So today was a Sunday, but the Sun was being kind today. Alright, I went to town with my dad to look for my business shoe. First we went to Centrepoint then to Orchard Central then to Peninsula's Bata where I bought the shoe. The salesperson on the top floor helped me out. My father, being his impatient self, went down. So after trying out the shoe, I told the guy that I didn't want the shoe cause that was the smallest size. Then he said something to this guy who looks like his manager in mandarin. When I went to the stairs, the 'manager' asked why I didn't want to buy the shoe. I said cause the size was too big. Then he said that I could get the smaller size what. And me, being the let-people-step-on-my-head-and-let-them-go kind of person said that I need to look for my father. Idiot. So I went down got another salesperson to help me out. He got my size and all. I told my dad after that. And boy was I shocked about his reaction. His rage was wow.Lucky he didn't go up and started an argument. K I bought the shoe though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then my father told me to never let anyone step on my head, and to defend my rights when neccessary. Yeah obviously true. He also said that these kind of people only care bout money. They won't give service but they expect money. Typical Singaporeans. He said that in Europe, no matter if you buy or not, they will still serve you even if you spend hours in the shop and not buy a shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I say that, Singaporeans got a lot to catch up. We just need to be better, not be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and Friday I went for ODAC training. It was a boulder session. I actually had a lot to say, but didn't know how to say them. SO anyways Nikkie, I had the same feeling before, a lot of time. But I didn't let it get in the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what I wanted to say was that training was not just slack, but it was super slack. Don't know if it was because of the absence of Coach or something. Yeah it's true that the V.C and Chairman cannot be Coach, but they can try to be, cause they are the closest thing to a Coach. They will be blamed for every mistake everyone does. But does anyone else gets blamed when they do a mistake? I gotta agree that everyone has a tough job to do. It's just that they have a tougher job then many of the posts. Wait, all of the posts. The next time this happens, I gotta say something. And don't look down on yourself Nikkie, cause people are depending on you. So if their leader can't even respect herself, how are the others gonna respect each other and even you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Think about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got a lot more to say, but I'll just keep it this way though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm always there for anyone. Just let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8023550670419657525?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8023550670419657525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/08/quite-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8023550670419657525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8023550670419657525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/08/quite-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-3763678898863131916</id><published>2010-07-25T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:27:11.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24 July 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saturdays are meant to be boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well not this Saturday cause I went rock climbing at Climb Asia. It was better than the last few times I came cause I realised my techniques were coming on very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did a 6A+..LOL twice...Two different routes. Both I didnt onsight. But still I'm happy. To me it's tough but to many it's chicken feet. I'll slowly climb up that ladder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I came with Haris, Nikkie and Joash were there. An I was like wow! ANd then Nikkie said that her mom was there and I was even more WOWED! Cause at first I thought that Nikkie brought Joash to meet her mom. Well...NOT! HAHAHA! Then they went home right after that. Nikkie, use that gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways, Lynnette was already there. Dude...she came so early....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Back to climbing. We bouldered for a 2+hours, then Esther came. Then we high walled. Around 5pm+ gonna be 6. Me, Haris and Esther went back. Lynnette was left with Gilbert, who had came around 5+. Then Esther went first cause Haris went back to get his shoebag. After that we ate at Mac's cause he cancelled his soccer thing. Cause he was already so late. Wow. We talked about school and rock climbing. And his inspiration for rock climbing. I find it cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways again. I really am putting rock climbing into consideration as a sport/hobby for life. It'd be good investment. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The sport which I've learned through a club has been a great moment in my ongoing life.  They are normal people who have a passion, more like craving, for this sport. Keep teh club together guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I have to think about that too....Too much's on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-I'm going bananas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-3763678898863131916?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/3763678898863131916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/24-july-2010-saturdays-are-meant-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3763678898863131916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/3763678898863131916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/24-july-2010-saturdays-are-meant-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1220511322589280076</id><published>2010-07-23T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T22:39:30.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh My...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello readers. I had a good time today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I was late for school, which means I was late for my Office IT progress test. Microsoft Excel is quite easy. Sport's &amp;amp; Wellness was awesome. Netball is super confusing siah. WA, WD, GA, GD, GK, GS, C. WAHHHH!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went back to Loyang for rock climbing. That was not my main purpose. Sigh...the club is so deserted if I may say so. Without coach the spine is gone. But the heart is still there, which is the teachers. Ms Shaheeda is getting nicer and awesomer. I just was a bit uncomfortable during the training cause 4 out 7 of the seniors there, were upset and unhappy. J,N,N,E. This does not include me neither Jie Rui. PT was tough cause I haven't been doing it for a VERY long time. But still I survived. LOLS. Debrief. At the end of briefing, I was suppose to give a speech and then pass Nikkie her birthday gift. But it was too awkward. Maybe next year? But still she got her present. I really hope you like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SO right now, I'm typing out resumes and cover letters for my intership. So I gotta type a few for a few companies. Cause I must do more than expected. Apply for 10 but only 1 may approve. Currently I'm trying to get an internship one of this places. Climb-Asia, Singapore Zoo, Jurong Bird Park, Night Safari. Looking for more so if 1 rejects at elast I have hope to hold on to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tomorrow I may be going Climbasia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Have an awesome nights people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Seems like everywhere I go I see you. Dejavu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1220511322589280076?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1220511322589280076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1220511322589280076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1220511322589280076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8603893200223610314</id><published>2010-07-18T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:58:27.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Size really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today I'm going JB with my family. The intention is to look for the suit that is needed for PIE. Irritating siah. Just buy in SG lah, what's so hard about spending some money to gain a step?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Exams are exams. They don't change rules for anyone at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So...people. I'm going through quite alot. I have no idea of how else to express emotions and thoughts and stuff along this line except on my blog. I don't really talk to friends about these things cause it'll take alot of time. And it takes just a day for allies to turn to rivals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just a thought could turn to disaster if not communicated properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway. Size does matter. Cause I don't think it will be easy to look for something of my size except for shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and I've learnt to tie the Half-Windsor and Windsor for ties. But still I need to perfect them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-No problems shall be shared in details, by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8603893200223610314?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8603893200223610314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/size-really-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8603893200223610314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8603893200223610314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/size-really-matters.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8177784197287961354</id><published>2010-07-16T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:27:51.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Words that were not said had landed in the things that I had said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now don't take me as someone who is weak anymore. I've learned alot from my past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wasn't even talking about religion. I was talking about that symbol. Why would it be placed there. So today, I had answered my own question. Partly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You didn't have to put words in my mouth. That "S" word could have burnt my eardrums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That symbol means a few things. So yeah I'm confused much bout what it really means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did not insult you neither your religion. You made yourself think that I had insulted you. I'm sorry for the disappointment, but what you thought was not my intention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8177784197287961354?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8177784197287961354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/words-that-were-not-said-had-landed-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8177784197287961354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8177784197287961354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/words-that-were-not-said-had-landed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1512820624024401883</id><published>2010-07-14T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T16:43:50.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I did not attend school today cause I was very tired. Trying to cope with the limited time of home time. TV, Eating. Stuff like that that is usually done at home. I just needed a day off to think whether this is the right way. I felt like quitting school because of this. Every day I wake up 3 hours before school. And school mostly starts at 8. That is tough enough. Than for 3 days a week, lessons end at 6pm. Monday, 8-13, Tuesday 9-18, Wednesday 8-18, Thursday 8-18, Friday 8-15 sometimes 1130. So thats my time in school. Travelling time takes about 2 hours. So on Wednesdays I spend 14 hours outside of home. 10 of which is in spent in school. This does not include dinner for soem of the days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;People are sometimes blind. They don't see the effort in others. They think their condition is worse or better than someone. They never thought of how this person might have gone through or is feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know how other easterners go through their day. But I'm sure they don't have trouble. Cause in class, I'm the one who lives the furthest. In Clementi and Choa Chu Kang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tommorow is Thursday. Something is gonna happen on the 15th of July every year. I marked my calender on this date. We'll see how things go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday is coming as well. Can't wait to play sports. DOn't know why some people don't want to play when they want to be fit or lose weight or whatever their reason is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- So may I be stronger now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1512820624024401883?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1512820624024401883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/quit-well-i-did-not-attend-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1512820624024401883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1512820624024401883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/quit-well-i-did-not-attend-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-1571056427630110477</id><published>2010-07-10T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T02:07:01.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Climb to the point of trembling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heiya people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up late today, so I got to class late. This makes me twice late this week. Office IT is really great cause it really helps me to use the Microsoft Office. The teacher got a bit of atittude, but that's fine.Anyway, after that was Sports and Wellness. Other words, P.E. It was fun. We played ultimate frisbee. But then we changed to a floorball ball cause the frisbee was flimsy. Anyway Danial played really really rough man. K the whole game there's only 4 boys. Split up. The rest were girls. I kill him. Unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right after that Seth came down to talk to Jet. Wah he not interested siah. Wah waste time only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I went to Climb Asia. So yeah, Lynnete was already there, followed by me, Jie Rui and Haris. We did some boulder routes. Then we high walled. Today was so packed with people. I warmed up on a 5c route than another 5c route then a 6a route than another 6a route followed by a 6b+ route which I was already so tired to even pass the quarter mark. Then lastly I did another 5c route to finish off the day. But then we went up for endurance. Coach Ben gave us a tip for lock off. Very nicely needed. It was fun training with them. Lynnete was like a Mini Coach to me, she pushed me to do most of the routes that I did for today. I really appreciate that. Thanks! Ph and the guys, wah they also push me on the 6b+. I fell at the starting a lot of times. Then they pushed me up, I was already trembling, wait no, my muscles were trembling. Yeah I fell a lot of times. Not that I want to fall, but really I was very tired. I've never climbed so much in such a short period of time. Really, never. Anyway, we had dinner after that, I ate a Naan set, got full. Thanks Lynnete for waiting, and also apologies for waiting. We had fun talking a lot, gossiped. They are hilarious. Then we headed back. Lynnete dropped off at Serangoon, we dropped off at Punggol. We got lost a bit. In teh bus, we made a lot of lame jokes. R21MP. We dropped at Downtown East to get a drink, then we headed home. We all wanna go Batu Caves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So overall, I did enjoy my day, enjoyed it with great people I call friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-1571056427630110477?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/1571056427630110477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/climb-to-point-of-trembling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1571056427630110477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/1571056427630110477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/climb-to-point-of-trembling.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-8096855924106108348</id><published>2010-07-05T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:30:46.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You really need help...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The other day I went to Loyang Point to buy some french loaf with my dad. Think it was Saturday or Sunday. I rode my bike lah. Then after crossing at the Loyang Point's traffic light junction, I saw this guy beside me jogging like that. SO I tried to let him pass. I turned and HAZIQ!!!!. Believe me I was shocked. It's been a long time. But seriously that was hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways, today started school. Crowded like crazy. Classes were horribly long. One module takes 3 hours. Then for 3 days of the week, I end school at 6pm. Horrible. During lunch, I had Pratas. Delicious, affordable but small. The milkshake sucked to the core. The milk wasnt enough or the fruit was too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AFter school, invited to lunch. ABigail, Hakeem, Ili and Naomi. We had lunch at KFC. Then we watched a movie. Guess what. We watched Twilight: Eclipse. The story was boring. There were some scenes that was very uncomfortable for some. Including me. But the alliance, love story and fights were awesome! Jasper has a neat hairdo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hey N_ _ _ _ _ . I'know you're somehow going through tough times, but you gotta learn. Life is unfair. It brings you up to a point just to give you a huge setback. You are facing problems that can be easily misunderstood. You feel unloved? Well there are at least 15 people in the world that loves you. Remember that line you said to me? I remembered. I never forget. I'm here always ready to lend a helping hand to you, heck, to anyone. Just ask for it. There are times when you just have got to get help. Smile eventhough you are uneven on the inside. Only real, good, true friends can and will see the problem even behind the smile. Trust me on this. Anyway, you really got nothing to hide. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-8096855924106108348?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/8096855924106108348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-really-need-help.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8096855924106108348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/8096855924106108348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-really-need-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-7509871887385675327</id><published>2010-07-04T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:25:01.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Germany!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Woohoo! Germany goes on to semi finals. 4-0. Sad siah Argentina. Anyways, AHAHAHAHAHA offside siah Argentina. Hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ok serious stuff now. School starts tomorrow. And I'm still awake at this hour. Will be forcing myself to sleep early today. Sunday. I will never ever be late for a first day. Halfly because I don't want someone to push their luck and get into a bad state with me. School school, I have no idea why I'm excited for school.  I believe there will be fights here and there. Girls getting pregnant here and there. Just look at the staircases. Such perfect places. Then there may be drugs. And obviously smoking cause the place has so little cameras. I feel very unsafe there. Look at my size and look at that place. Where is martial arts when I need it. Oh my. I can get in trouble very easily there. Stay low. I gotta remember the very sensitive parts of the human body. They will come in very handy. Poke to the eyes. Haha. In-step, slap to the chin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm still grinning to that offside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-7509871887385675327?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/7509871887385675327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/germany-woohoo-germany-goes-on-to-semi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7509871887385675327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/7509871887385675327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/germany-woohoo-germany-goes-on-to-semi.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4249251103238660610.post-312005698256078096</id><published>2010-07-01T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:06:50.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is for Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I went out earlier just now to so called collect the YOG uniform. Really that was my intention. A coincidence, Abigail got on the same bus as me. Then the second coincidence was Fadullah and Zul. Met Hakeem at Yishun platform. Then we headed to Nanyang Polytechnic first. Got there. The guy said that uniform collection was over. And the look on my face was like WHAT! We were disappointed duhh. It's now a volunteer thing but still I wanna be a part of it. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So then we went to meet Ili. We went for lunch after that. We went to our new campus and wandered around. The staircases were CREEPY....Then we lepaks until night. Oh I saw my senior, Firuz there. We walked around Lot 1 I think. I especially love that Twilight Eclipse photo. Hilarious.  Around 7-8+, we sat under a block near Choa Chu Kang MRT. Chit chatted. Then we headed home. So me and Abi, headed east. In the bus we talked and talked and talked. Then we sat under her block I think. And talked and talked and talked. I then headed home. In the bus, I thought of what she had said. And I guess it's true. I'm hiding something? I'm preserving something inside but won't let it or them out. Guess I'm calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright, this is for Thursday. Nothing happened on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today. Well, I went mosque with my dad. Although, I've always hated how he does things and what he says. But something today opened up my eyes. He's getting weak. And I'm not liking it. I guess it's because of age. I've got to respect him for who he is. Life is just temporary. It's not a nice thing to imagine your loved ones going. Better appreciate the things or people before they are gone. Like the phrase, people will never appreciate something until it is gone. Love your parents people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyways, after that, I went to Climb Asia. I'm really unhappy about making someone wait for me for more than an hour. Apologies. So got there. Climbed. Warmed up on a 5C route. Then I did a 5C+ route, then instinct climbing, then another 5C+ route brown colour thing, then cooled down on another 5C+ route white and brown swirls I think. I wasn't as scared as I was before. But still, I would not want to dyno at anything, unless I have failed with any other techniques and am pretty sure that the hold I'm going for is a very good one. I'm thinking of getting a pair of rock climbing shoes. Then thinking of training before I join a competition. Not to win but for a comeback? Neh...So maybe next Wednesday climbing again. I think my techniques are getting better, but my footwork is not that good cause of noise and position. Must be precise and detailed in every step. Gotta dance on the wall, not scramble or fake it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh and I'm getting dry. Like income dry. Money? Cash? Green? Dough? Bread? Che-ching? Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4249251103238660610-312005698256078096?l=hpocritics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/feeds/312005698256078096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/somethings-wrong-this-is-for-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/312005698256078096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4249251103238660610/posts/default/312005698256078096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hpocritics.blogspot.com/2010/07/somethings-wrong-this-is-for-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Someone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08608360437046112262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0z5KD5ZSJI/SdCG4jEYmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/BMB1KYQiVpU/S220/michael+myers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
