<?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-6895184498701951236</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:10:48.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amalgamation of Febrile &amp; Galvanic Anxiety</title><subtitle type='html'>Worry Doth Not Empty Tomorrow Of Its Sorrow, It Robs Today Of Its Strength.

The Fear Of Loss Is Greater Than The Desire For Gain.

Scrupulous, Fearing Lest Pugnacity.

My Impending Dread.

"I wear Sophisticated clothes, I say Sophisticated things.. I run my Sophisticated comb through my Sophisticated Hair.. Everything about me says I'm a Sophistication king ..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5405097844075294569</id><published>2010-02-04T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:28:52.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XBOX LIVE FTW !!</title><content type='html'>Currently being the gamefreak I am; GAMES GAMES GAMES. Got 1month free Xbox Live GOLD, &amp;amp; I'm furiously playing halo3 online to get my ranks up. Guitar hero on xbox live's cool too, but there aren't as many players to play with. Halo, on the contrary, remains tops in terms of probably the best Xbox Live game played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also downloaded man game demos like Batman:Arkham Asylum, Tomb Raider Underworld, Ace Combat 6, D.O.A 4, Left For Dead 2, &amp;amp; Star Wars:TFU. The ones I didn't list are those kinda games you'd vent your fury on. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. To all my friends who are enrolled in a JC, happy adjusting to your new environment! ^_^ Kudos on getting to junior college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those like me waiting for poly to start, LET'S BE FREE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE till term starts :)&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not saying I'm not looking forward to starting school again, it's just that I wanna be free to do WHATEVER I want before I'm bound to my studies again. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here. Arrivederci peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars Are More Than Less Signs Of Recklessness, Not Toughness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-5405097844075294569?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5405097844075294569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5405097844075294569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2010/02/xbox-live-ftw.html' title='XBOX LIVE FTW !!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8088117190764925702</id><published>2010-02-03T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T19:05:14.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's.... ALIVE !!</title><content type='html'>I've been bored lately... so I guess I'll do the honour of ressurecting my blog back from its cold, dead ashes. It's been a while since I've elucidated my crappy life events which have hindered my desire to even begin a new post. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. There may be a FEW things some of you might have been wondering about;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I prepared for my 'O' Levels? Gosh, I'm prepared for life =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I playing the rebellious redneck? Yes, If you were counting in the period from when I started to halt blogging completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I REALLY infected with H1N1? No. It turns out I was only suspected of carrying the disease. FREE 1 WEEK HOLIDAY IN JULY FOR NTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was infected, really? My sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often did I succeed in avoiding PE? Enough times to have my Physical Report Slip Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I need the motivational workshop? No. Been there, done that. Trust me, give yourself half a month &amp;amp; you'll revert back to your immoral methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I break the rules &amp;amp; use the computer when I wasn't supposed to? I always do that, even if it ain't my laptop. I'm becoming more &amp;amp; more of an opportunist; do it only at the right moment, or don't do it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I study for my 'O' Levels? Oh c'mon. Stop sounding like my mom/aunt/godparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I end up doing well? Do I have to answer? Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I escape with long hair during the 'O' Levels? You can say that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my hair long now? It's practically a lush, tropical rainforest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I satisfied with the course I'm about to take? Well.. since it's gonna be in demand in 5-10 year's time, I see that it produces potential high-paying jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my bloody maplestory goin'? I exceeded my own expectations; thankfully I still have a life. Lvl 17x now. Don't even know how I got there without being a lifeless wreck. I think it was the regular outings with my family &amp;amp; movie-going that aided in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well. It seems I have been a naughty boy since I abruptly ceased blogging in April 2009 till Just before the first day of 2010. Anyways. Life goes on. If you happened to wonder what my 2010 resolution is(&amp;amp; no, it's not something that spells, "TO-FOLLOW-UP-ON-PREVIOUS-NEW YEAR'S-RESOLUTIONS"), It's to be more thrifty. Yes. I finally realise how much legal tender I have been burning &amp;amp; even though I'm fortunate to be getting an allowance even when all I'm doing is sitting at home, rotting, I still can't seem to fatten my purse.. I mean wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No, I'm not with the dark side of the force, I'm with a SPECIAL side called, "HEDONISM".*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Shall. End. Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir garcons et filles`.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone Likes To Criticise, But No One Likes Being Criticised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8088117190764925702?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8088117190764925702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8088117190764925702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s.... ALIVE !!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-2448744673743345367</id><published>2010-01-01T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:31:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!! CHEERS TO THE NEW YEAR! (CHEERS TO MY RESURRECTED BLOG AS WELL)</title><content type='html'>As the title states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone likes to criticise. Yet no one likes to be criticised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-2448744673743345367?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/2448744673743345367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/2448744673743345367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-cheers-to-new-year-cheers-to-my.html' title='2010!! CHEERS TO THE NEW YEAR! (CHEERS TO MY RESURRECTED BLOG AS WELL)'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-4592302763160887581</id><published>2009-04-29T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:12:50.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethargy ..</title><content type='html'>Tired. But not ready to hit the sack =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man sometimes I just feel like sleeping for 24 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been dozing off in class quite often recently, &amp;amp; been feeling kinda frustrated with myself lately. From this fucked up hairdo(I'm gonna have constant bad hair days for a month now) to my utter fatigue and lack of willpower &amp;amp; initiative, I'm really a mess right now. Perhaps I should just curl up into foetal position &amp;amp; lull myself to sleep.. Feel like drifting away from this awesome life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's worse... the MYEs are in just a DAYS' TIME. Oh god please spare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there'll be a week's break before the following paper dooms us all on the 8th of May ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-4592302763160887581?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4592302763160887581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4592302763160887581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/04/lethargy.html' title='Lethargy ..'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-3989149050111867708</id><published>2009-04-28T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:12:09.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sideburned-ed</title><content type='html'>Oh Darn. My sideburns have been SIDEBURNED. &amp;amp; Now I'm forced to bear the criticisms of those in school O_O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, some have called it a 'cute' haircut, others have labelled it the almighty BOWL; while some have just stared and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, I'm no qualified hairdresser, but personally, I think I did 'OK' for a first timer. Cutting my hair by myself was a weird but desperate decision I made when I forgot to head to the barbers' on Sunday for my haircut, as my hair was to be personally inspected by that Kuan Zhang on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights? As aforementioned, away with the sideburns! T.T *razor snipping sound effect*Oh well. I guess the good thing's that I'll have enough time to grow my hair back by the end of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like blogging more for this entry, but I really need to drop my kids off at the pool now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's urgent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[02 More Days to MYEs] .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivedacci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-3989149050111867708?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3989149050111867708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3989149050111867708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-darn.html' title='Sideburned-ed'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-209728133367804439</id><published>2009-04-09T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:12:19.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Quiz</title><content type='html'>1) The phone rings, who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;- A magical Genie who'd instantly grant 3 of my wishes. (LOL Lame)&lt;br /&gt;2) When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;- I hardly go shopping at the grocers'.&lt;br /&gt;3) If you had to kiss again the last person you kissed, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm... I kinda forgot who that last person was.&lt;br /&gt;4) Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;- On the outside I'll just act modest &amp;amp; shy... I'm practically squriming with pleasure on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;5) Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;- Nah. I hate anything that has to do with Math&lt;br /&gt;6) If abandoned in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;- I just need my shaver&lt;br /&gt;7) What makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- Yawning.&lt;br /&gt;8) Who was the last person you slept on the bed with?&lt;br /&gt;- Too embarrassing to admit =x&lt;br /&gt;9) Who do you text the most?&lt;br /&gt;- People I like to annoy&lt;br /&gt;10) Favorite children's book?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm... could that be changed to suit my level of linguistics? Something like a Macmillan Dictionary maybe?&lt;br /&gt;11) Eye color?&lt;br /&gt;- Dark Hazel (I'm just making it sound nice, dark hazel's actually BROWN =_=)&lt;br /&gt;12) How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;- 5'7 (170cm)&lt;br /&gt;13) If you could do it over again, start from scratch, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- Do what?&lt;br /&gt;14) Any secret admirers?&lt;br /&gt;- A couple of hundreds&lt;br /&gt;15) When was the last time you were at cullen's haus?&lt;br /&gt;- HUH?&lt;br /&gt;16) Favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;- MY HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;17) Where was the furthest place you've been?&lt;br /&gt;- My subconcious reality?&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;- Well yeah, on certain food items, that is.&lt;br /&gt;19) Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;- Neither.&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- The people around me are too ALIVE to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;21) Can you do split?&lt;br /&gt;- Sure, just that I'll prolly hurt my ding dongs &amp;amp; get sent to hospital trying.&lt;br /&gt;22) What movie do you wanna see right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Paul Blart:Mall Cop&lt;br /&gt;23) What did you do on New Year's Eve?&lt;br /&gt;- Sorted out my Gold Mine.&lt;br /&gt;24) Do you think the Grudge was crappy?&lt;br /&gt;- retarded&lt;br /&gt;25) Was your mum a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;- I just can't imagine that ever happened, even if it did, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;26) What's the last letter of your name?&lt;br /&gt;- B.&lt;br /&gt;27) How many hours of sleep do you get at night?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends. Sometimes it's not even an hour.&lt;br /&gt;28) What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- A fucking coat.&lt;br /&gt;29) Is your hair straight or curly?&lt;br /&gt;- Wavy :)&lt;br /&gt;30) Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;br /&gt;- I like people who can express both well. ( given at the appropriate time )&lt;br /&gt;31) What is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Will my pet rabbit ever come back from the dead? O_O&lt;br /&gt;32) Any plans for tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- Singing really loudly, prolly interrupting the neighboors' sleep&lt;br /&gt;33) What's your favorite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Check the song that plays on my blog -.-&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you hate chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;- Saying that is like saying you're in love with George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;35) What do you and your siblings fight about the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Equal rights.&lt;br /&gt;36) Are you a gullible person?&lt;br /&gt;- Not really, no.&lt;br /&gt;37) Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;- I'd rather spare myself from commitment that I fear might arrive too early.&lt;br /&gt;38) If you could have any job, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- A Philologist.&lt;br /&gt;39) Are you easy to get along with?&lt;br /&gt;- Honestly, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;40) What's your favorite time of the day?&lt;br /&gt;- The starry night.&lt;br /&gt;41) Are you generally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm an optimistic pessimist ...?&lt;br /&gt;42) Is this the kind of life that you wanna have?&lt;br /&gt;- What... a.. question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tag 10 people to do this quiz (:&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;OPEN TO THE PUBLIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-209728133367804439?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/209728133367804439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/209728133367804439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/04/yet-another-quiz.html' title='Yet Another Quiz'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5414292863688119282</id><published>2009-04-03T13:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:32:03.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZZZ.</title><content type='html'>Didn't attend school today. Went to Pasir Ris Polyclinic at central to see the doc. Nic tagged along, I fetched him in a cab &amp;amp; we headed there together to get our medication &amp;amp; our essential MCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't fair, he got home an hour earlier than I did. Oh well. You win some you lose some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Now I'm back with yet another quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN ARE YOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- Seldom.&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;- Rather.&lt;br /&gt;Are you fair?&lt;br /&gt;- Fair as in fair skin or fair to others? If skin tone, yeah, my natural skin colour's kinda fair.(dun belif? look at my EZ-Link student pass.) &amp;amp; yeah, I'm just.&lt;br /&gt;Are you Italian?&lt;br /&gt;- No, but I do know how to speak some of it. BESAME MUCHO&lt;br /&gt;Are you intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;- Brilliant but L-A-Z-Y.&lt;br /&gt;Are you nice?&lt;br /&gt;- Very vague question. I'm lovable, period.&lt;br /&gt;Are you irish?&lt;br /&gt;- No, but I do know how to mimic an Irish accent.&lt;br /&gt;Are you asian?I&lt;br /&gt;- I'm eurasian, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FACTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name&lt;br /&gt;- Ahmad Adib bin Adris Isnin&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames&lt;br /&gt;- Dibby, FOXY PHILLIP, Bidalicious, Dave Kazansky Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace&lt;br /&gt;- SG&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color&lt;br /&gt;- Jet Black&lt;br /&gt;Natural hair style&lt;br /&gt;- Wavy&lt;br /&gt;Birthday&lt;br /&gt;- 10.06.93&lt;br /&gt;Mood&lt;br /&gt;- Right now? Contented.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Colors&lt;br /&gt;- Monochromatic Black &amp;amp; White.&lt;br /&gt;One place you would like to visit&lt;br /&gt;- Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- I wonder which sad soul hasn't been.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe love in first sight?&lt;br /&gt;- If you're looking out for the physical aspects alone, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you currently have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm... Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken anyone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;- Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been hurt emotionally?&lt;br /&gt;- Tell me, who hasn't?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- Shattered.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked anyone but you're afraid of telling them?&lt;br /&gt;- Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of commitment?&lt;br /&gt;- I keep having delusions of adequacy.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- My Ma.&lt;br /&gt;Love or lust?&lt;br /&gt;- I hanker for both.&lt;br /&gt;Hard liquor or beer?&lt;br /&gt;- Can I have juice instead?? o.O&lt;br /&gt;Cats or dogs?&lt;br /&gt;- Neither. Maybe a rabbit or a hamster.&lt;br /&gt;A few best friends or any regular friends?&lt;br /&gt;- I can relate to people who come from all walks of life.&lt;br /&gt;Creamy or crunchy?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends. Who'd want crunchy pudding?&lt;br /&gt;Pen or pencil?&lt;br /&gt;- Stupid question. Either way, both get the job of writing done.&lt;br /&gt;Wild night or romantic night?&lt;br /&gt;- Romantic night when with a special someone(alone, obviously.), Wild night when with a large crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Money or happiness?&lt;br /&gt;- Umm.. can I garner both???&lt;br /&gt;Night or day?&lt;br /&gt;- Night. I fear I have narcolepsy during the day.&lt;br /&gt;IM or phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been caught sneeking out?&lt;br /&gt;- I'm as master of escape, so NO.&lt;br /&gt;Seen a polar bear?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh sure. I even have one as my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;- Something?! Many things'd be more appropriate here.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;- YEEEEEHAAAAWWW YEAH&lt;br /&gt;Eaten food that fell onto the floor?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeap. I washed it first though. The floor wasn't dirty too.&lt;br /&gt;Finished an entire jaw breaker?&lt;br /&gt;- WTF is a jaw breaker?&lt;br /&gt;Been caught naked?&lt;br /&gt;- By the surgeons who helped my Ma deliver me at birth.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a bf/gf back?&lt;br /&gt;- So many, I'm not sure which I want back. LoLs.&lt;br /&gt;Cried because you lost a pet?&lt;br /&gt;- Sobbed a little when Cornflake passed away.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to disappear?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. From school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PREFERRENCES IN PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles or eyes?&lt;br /&gt;- When you've already fallen for someone, love really IS blind.&lt;br /&gt;Light or dark hair?&lt;br /&gt;- As long as you don't dye yer hair every week just to impress, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends. You got clorets? You do? OK then, *MUACKS*&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller?&lt;br /&gt;- Doesn't really matter to me. Pretty I already more than satisfied (some singlish there.)&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence or attraction?&lt;br /&gt;- An average combination of both'd be the best. I wouldn't wanna marry Sarah Palin nor would I wanna marry Bigfoot.&lt;br /&gt;Topman or Zara?&lt;br /&gt;- Either will do, as long as you're not the one wearing an old tee &amp;amp; raggy shorts at Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Funny or serious?&lt;br /&gt;- Too serious = easy break.&lt;br /&gt;Older or younger?&lt;br /&gt;- Anywhere between 2 years age diff (older or younger.)&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing or quiet?&lt;br /&gt;- Outgoing... I need to get influenced more..&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or bad?&lt;br /&gt;- Sweet. Not too innocent though. ( Maybe coz I'm not that innocent either )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TEN HAVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever performed infront of a large crowd?&lt;br /&gt;- The world is my audience.&lt;br /&gt;Ever talked on the phone for more than 1hour?&lt;br /&gt;- Can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried walking on your hands?&lt;br /&gt;- If you know you can't do something, don't bother making a fool outta yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been to a rock concert?&lt;br /&gt;- Hell Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a cheerleading team?&lt;br /&gt;- Does cheering from the stands count?&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a dance team?&lt;br /&gt;- Never, &amp;amp; I don't plan to ever be on one.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a sports team?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. During P5, when I played the dark horse keeper.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a drama play/production?&lt;br /&gt;- My whole life's a drama unfolding.&lt;br /&gt;Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bently?&lt;br /&gt;- MY DAD LET ME DRIVE ALL OF EM' LOL&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in a rap video?&lt;br /&gt;- Wassup ma' homies?&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call you made?&lt;br /&gt;- Nicholas Leong a.k.a PUDGY PUDDING&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;- Ma.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;- Nicholas Leong ( PUDDING AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;Last time you worked?&lt;br /&gt;- Work? What's that??&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;- Myself (In my head of course. I don't just talk aloud like that to no one. I'm mentally sane.)&lt;br /&gt;Last person you IM'd to?&lt;br /&gt;- Nicholas Leong. WHITE PUDDING AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you texted to?&lt;br /&gt;- Nicholas Leong. HAAH PUDGY!&lt;br /&gt;Last person you went to the movie with?&lt;br /&gt;- Ma, Pops, sis.&lt;br /&gt;Last persons/things you missed?&lt;br /&gt;- Fishing at Pasir Ris Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited?&lt;br /&gt;- XXX.com. 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Taken 28th March 09.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-5414292863688119282?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5414292863688119282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5414292863688119282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiz.html' title='QUIZZZ.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdWqzRd8QlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/D3_0ZrX8ot4/s72-c/Maple0665.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8136588040718667133</id><published>2009-04-02T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:27:11.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remenissions</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.......................... I'm back AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh. Hadn't the mood to post since.. I dunno when. LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even encountered problems while attempting to login into my blogger account just now =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent weeks I've been busy handling a handful of guests-my DEAR classmates &amp;amp; schoolmates, over at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I must note that although having some company in this usually loner life of mine can be rather refershing, there are boundaries not to be trespassed. In short, having some of my friends over was a curse, yet a blessing in disguise xP(no offense guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, anyway. Here are a few of the less quotidian events that had transpired while I was inactive in the blogging fad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Some religious gathering thingy at my house for my parents after their Haj; over a HUNDRED people turned up. Was surprised to see my schoolmate, Khairul Ikhwan sitting in the living room hall of my terrace, as he too was present for the occasion. (I guess our dads are friends o.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sis has gone crazy ever since my dad bought Guitar Hero World Tour for our Xbox360. I did too, but it was less long term than my sis' reaction to getting the game. She plays it like a freak sometimes.. :) Just kinda sad we only got the guitar, not the drums and microphone.. :((Perhaps either my sis or myself'll complete the whole set soon, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CNY [GONG XI FA CHAI to all who celebrate it]; MAPLESTORY. Like a no-lifer. Of course, I completed the mounds of homework in advance like a no-lifer, too. Also made a trip to the Singapore Science Centre.(Oh god it's been quite a while.. yet somehow it's all so clear in my memory..hadn't changed much) Watched documentaries about the Swiss Alps &amp;amp; the Wild Coast in Africa. The one where sardines were featured really made me hanker for some sardine sandwiches after that.. Visited my Neighboors for CNY a week after the 1st day of CNY. It was great catching up on things with them. Indeed, they are our closest neighboors, there since my family moved in to our humble terrace home 10 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also celebrated 2 of my youngest cousin's Birthdays at a chalet at Aloha Changi, during that week after CNY. Lots of fun with my little cousins, &amp;amp; not to mention, my BIG cuzzies. hahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x x x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weeks were quite ordinary; School School School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While focusing on my studies, I still wonder how I managed to train my dk up to a drk in maple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there came the long awaited MARCH HOLIDAYS. On the 1st weekend of the ephmeral 'holiday', watched the LOTR Trilogy at home with my mom. (What can I say? I got bored.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something miraculously amazing happened, too. Got a shock when my dad pretended to be a genie &amp;amp; grant 1 wish of mine &amp;amp; my sis's. I knew what he was referring to-the IT Fair. &amp;amp; so we had an endless discussion about how I should start behaving after I get my laptop. I decided to get an ASUS Gaming laptop. Browsed through the papers &amp;amp; found 4 good ASUS laptop deals. Ended up choosing the 16 inch LCD screen one, 4.00 GB Ram. Price? I'm not a fan of gossiping&lt;br /&gt;bout' who's got the most expensive luxury technology boasts, but I'd say my new lappy's pretty right on when it comes to performance. What's more, my new toy seemed like it was destined for me. After all, it was the LAST ONE IN STOCK. My dad even had to collect it from Suntec again on the following day, Sunday, instead of that saturday itself as it was the very last one there happened to be. On The 15th of March, I got my very first PERSONAL Laptop.(Gee, If i can recall correctly, that would be the same date I got my onyx electric guitar! xD) I can't express my ebullience... Maybe I don't know how to express it. All I can say is, Thanks Dad. I won't let you &amp;amp; Ma down. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you were wondering what my sis got, well it was peanuts compared to what I got; a headset. I feel kinda guilty to have gotten something far better than her, but again, I'm just glad she's also gotten the musical instrument of her dreams- a violin., a month or so ago. hahas.I must admit how shocked I was to find out the true amplitude of a cordless violin- ******* LOUD LA!I guess now my electric guitar'll have something to strum for... Once more. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;March holidays for me seemed longer than usual, I did not attend school on the last 2 days before the march hols anyway, &amp;amp; that meant no report book. Had my parents seen that book from hell before the IT fair ended, there'd been a good chance I wouldn't have even been able to be usin' it right now. Oh well, Past's Past. Looking forward &amp;amp; getting your priorities straight'd be the best solution. No point harping over the past. From after the March Holidays onward, I'm channeling all my focus into my slackening academics, though it would take extra motivation to get that old drive of mine back; the unparalleled light of determination, faith &amp;amp; hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic on how I spent my march holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Whole sec 4 lvl had to sit for a mother tongue MOCK EXAM. On the 1st day, to add. Horrible enough?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Went fishing at Keppel Marina with pops, my uncle &amp;amp; cousins again, only that this time it was night-time. Again, we had to hang those dumb 'fishing permits' over our necks. As usual, being in the good company of my cousins soothed me for abit; laughter is the best cure, but laughing with the people you love &amp;amp; care for is something else, something far more delectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Whitesands' Swensens for lunch on one of the weekdays of the holiday, discovering that it would close shop on the 22nd of March. D: Sad, but that day my sis, mom &amp;amp; I had 4 meals for the price of 2 since it was on offer. Experienced the LONGEST EVER order-time that day. My mom acted all 'english-lady' with the nyonya manager(as how I would profile her) &amp;amp; I was sitting in the middle of yet another quintessential episode of "When English Meets Singlish". Taking our order practically took longer than the time we spent there eating.In addition, taking the 2 for 1 offer seemed a mistake; we had 4 meals to finish &amp;amp; only 3 people. In the end, I ended up finishing the leftovers of my sis &amp;amp; mom's orders coz they couldn't finish em' &amp;amp; packed home everything left of my breaded chicken-untouched.After that my sis left hasilty, buzzing off in a huff to meet her friends. Mom scouted popular bookshop. I scouted comics connection. Disappointed to see the game I wanted wasn't in stock at C.C, i urged my mom to follow me to challenger, just to see what xbox360 game there was. After much thought, I chose Gears of War 2 over LOTR Conquest, following my pervert-&amp;amp;-IT Savvy cousin Aslam's advice.(I didn't know how to spend the money i had accumulated that wasn't to be saved in my bank account, so i did just that.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Up till now, it's impossible for me to ever regret buying Gears of War 2. I can only regret not buying the LIMITED EDITION VERSION, getting the mundane copy instead. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Changi Airport's Swensens to treat my cousin after she got her poly-end results. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ya'll be damn right if ya think my post is getting far too long &amp;amp; draggy. In a way, my hair shares a distinct similarity with my blog's posts-both of em' are long &amp;amp; think, yet rich &amp;amp; stylish =x (Ok, sorry for being a tad arrogant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll end here with a video of the Gears of War Cutscene I simply can;t get enough of + some recent photos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSdoYvVXUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/0RxcjJugHrI/s1600-h/DSCN7053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320050376992709954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSdoYvVXUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/0RxcjJugHrI/s320/DSCN7053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Abominable Pal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSepflUF7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/cknqQTIVwKY/s1600-h/DSCN7308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320051495521228722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSepflUF7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/cknqQTIVwKY/s320/DSCN7308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're really gonna get me for uploading this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSf8d_z0EI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pG3bOJdI1lE/s1600-h/DSCN7410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320052921024630850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSf8d_z0EI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pG3bOJdI1lE/s320/DSCN7410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girls. (one's not THAT little btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSgZPSl_0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/jGNThIPFZVA/s1600-h/DSCN7248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320053415293091650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSgZPSl_0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/jGNThIPFZVA/s320/DSCN7248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHWT XBOX360 Guitar Controller ! (Ignore those ugleh stickers =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdShW-i-EoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/OLpXjRVx-38/s1600-h/1_244799668l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320054475950264962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdShW-i-EoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/OLpXjRVx-38/s320/1_244799668l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Real Deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdShu8CcHoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nsOoKpUGpac/s1600-h/DSCN7423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320054887593811586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdShu8CcHoI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nsOoKpUGpac/s320/DSCN7423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's violin.. sleek, I might add. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdbRC8X6EzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/K4bJxBkQGJE/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320669858281165618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdbRC8X6EzI/AAAAAAAAAbI/K4bJxBkQGJE/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OoOoOoOo hehehehe ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSi21m7DjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6wHlYmDewT8/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320056122818367026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSi21m7DjI/AAAAAAAAAaA/6wHlYmDewT8/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, That's Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSkaJD2ePI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/eJLyjwFF_78/s1600-h/IMG_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320057828847024370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSkaJD2ePI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/eJLyjwFF_78/s320/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petite Seabass (Siakap) Catch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSk8Kb9mtI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Mg2lpkR6cf8/s1600-h/IMG_0386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320058413332142802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSk8Kb9mtI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Mg2lpkR6cf8/s320/IMG_0386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Pops for hooking this unexptected riftworm of epic proportions ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSmAWGlABI/AAAAAAAAAao/9xjc28F51Hk/s1600-h/Photo7983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320059584694779922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSmAWGlABI/AAAAAAAAAao/9xjc28F51Hk/s320/Photo7983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were observant enough, you'd notice this. It's an OBSCENE sign found somewhere in Terminal 2 of Changi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSle1xxfAI/AAAAAAAAAag/X_K2D3FlLS4/s1600-h/Photo7991A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320059009081900034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSle1xxfAI/AAAAAAAAAag/X_K2D3FlLS4/s320/Photo7991A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my white saucepan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTAVTkQx72w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTAVTkQx72w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Transcription**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Delta Squad is in your house, bitch! You hear that shit? You grubby-ass bitches are goin' down! Like wayy down! DEAD down! So down you ain't even gonna know which way is up! Your asses are gonna be cryin' to your skanky ass Queen, "OH MOMMY, DON'T LET THE BAD MEN HURT US..!" FUCK YOU! We gonna whoop yo' momma's ASS! WAOH!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"There we go, one muzzled Queen. Not you, her. You were Great. I loved you speech back there, especially with the bitch-ass stuff. Very GOOD, Very ENLIGHTENING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8136588040718667133?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8136588040718667133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8136588040718667133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/02/remenissions.html' title='Remenissions'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SdSdoYvVXUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/0RxcjJugHrI/s72-c/DSCN7053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5805188322982791086</id><published>2009-01-08T12:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:07:43.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Pretty.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. How dreadful it is to be down with fever... AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just recovered from high fever as december 2008 came to an end, &amp;amp; now I'm down with it once more.. 2 high fevers within a period of a month, both coupled with horrible sorethroats, coughs, phlegm, &amp;amp; body aches as well =.= This is really hampering my academic progress &amp;amp; makes it even harder for me to pull myself up &amp;amp; get to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing's that I'll be back in school tomorrow after missing 2 days of school. That wouldn't have mattered much if we were still in lower sec, but it matters so much now that it's our 'O' level year, this year. Oh well, I guess now time's still on our side; but once nearing june, I bet you'd wake up questioning the reality of limited time you've left to prepare for perhaps one of the most pivotal points in your life. Yes, the big 'O', obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any liberty to spare, I can only allow myself till the march holidays. I can't afford losing out on anything more related to studies after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, I must reserve my poise. I can't flip out if something goes wrong, no matter how abject the situation is. I need to manage my anger, certainly. I couldn't believe I was able to lift a relatively heavy computer chair with one hand and somehow fling it at the cupboard, when I went berserk that my seven year old laptop had encountered an internal error &amp;amp; shut down without saving; the whole progress of my project obliterated.. Now I'm regretting what I did; I look at the damaged cupboard &amp;amp; go, "It didn't deserve this, it did nothing wrong; it isn't even a living thing. Anyways, it's my property, so why the fuck did i wreck it in the first place?" The last question is anwered by my inability of controlling my fury, &amp;amp; I guess the adrenaline rush just gets the better of you &amp;amp; you act before you think, which is why it is always better to be calm in even the most bleak scenarios, as you get to think before you act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'd love to be more philosophical here, but I think I'd better control my inner wants from engulfing me. I have to take my medication pills &amp;amp; get some rest, otherwise I'll prolong my illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-5805188322982791086?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5805188322982791086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5805188322982791086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='Not Pretty.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-4034633787930696010</id><published>2009-01-06T15:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:57:32.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad &amp; The Ugly</title><content type='html'>Today was the bomb! Lots of laughter, good news, &amp;amp; thanks be to god it all went well today. I wasn't anticipating a pleasant day today, but it seems the tables have been turned; the day at school was rather enjoyable, partly due to the fact that it was our slacking day, tuesday. 1st 2 periods mother tongue, same old stuff. Same with physics after mother tongue. &amp;amp; Then along came P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, my heart was racing as aljunied clarified with us one by one, about our CCAs &amp;amp; whether we were 'regulars' or not, as he took our attendance. When my turn came, I immediately answered in a 'step-confident' tone, "Youth Flying Club". Then he paused * gave me that surprised stare. A couple of seconds later he complimented that I had 'lost a lot of weight'. That was kinda expected, I did lose a lot of weight anyways, but what stunned me was how polite he was being to me this time round. He even advised me nicely to be more engaged in my CCA when I hadn't been attending it since the start of sec 3. Well, I must say I'm quite glad the air's been cleared between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; So he continued on with his CCA attendance clarification. Although he was nice to me, I know he's still as mean as he was before. This time, Amin got it the worst. I know he means what he says jokingly only, but he does it at the expense of others, which is not at all respectful, I feel. Before Amin could even clarify his cca, Aljunied was already like, "BUFFET KING","WITH THE MILKSHAKE","EXTRA CHEEEESSEEE". Although it was funny and even I myself roared with laughter along with the entire class, I just feel sorry for the guy. I don't know how he contructs such an impenetrable emotional wall to shield himself from insults daily. I guess he's just very carefree, Amin. Hahahahas. He was even laughing along at himself when he got insulted. I wish I was a carefree as him. Aljunied even told Amin to sit down and have a coffee with me &amp;amp; get tips on how to lose weight effectively. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 1 period-long CCA attendance clarification, we finally headed to the hall to take our height &amp;amp; weight. I'm assuming this is the 1st time this year most of us're measuring our height &amp;amp; weight, which could have either fluctuated or remained the same. For me, I grew about 1cm over the holidays, &amp;amp; I'm now about 171cm. As for my weight... well I'm sure those of my friends who had been in 1e4 &amp;amp; 2e4 with me should know it had gone down drastically, but I didn't expect myself to be lighter than 70kg now ROFL. Without my belt, I'm about 69kgs. Hey, 171CM, 69kg. Not bad okay, I was 91 kg in sec 1 HAHAHAHA. Compare me between now &amp;amp; previously, &amp;amp; you'd be astonished. I really don't know how to express my delight, but I certainly know this: I'M FINALLY AT ACCEPTABLE WEIGHT after being overweight for effectively, the entire 15 years of my life. Yes, I'm aware most of my classmates now wouldn't know exactly how much I've gone down, as some of us weren't together in lower sec hahas. For those who were in the same lower sec classes as me, you guys should know :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, those endless situps on the bed &amp;amp; pushups on the mat did the trick.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; not forgetting that pact I made with rice enforcing my will not to eat it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there were some who were rather disappointed with their new height and weight, &amp;amp; some pleased. Some of our measurements seemed unreal, like potato looking unrealistically tall, but ended up being only 167cm. I guess nicholas was lucky he grew 2cm, &amp;amp; he's no longer below 160cm anymore LOLs. He's right at 160cm now. Gengting grew quite alot since last time too, &amp;amp; I've realized that he's voice is just starting to break LOL. Congratz to gengting on not being the shortest guy in class anymore despite just hitting puberty, sorry nick, you're now the shortest guy.. LMAO. It seems most of us have remaind at the same height, or grew by one or 2 cms over the holidays only. Expected; our growth rate's slowing down till we finally reach 21 years of age where it stops completely. I guess sometimes one just looks tall but isn't really very tall, &amp;amp; looks can be deceiving, obviously. Oh well. Hopefully, I'll be about 173cm &amp;amp; 65 kg by the end of 2009. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Pe it was really like free period sia. Had the new programme, Catalyst. Mrs Chua talked to us about our goals for O levels &amp;amp; about the right attitude we should have as we mature, &amp;amp; have the motivation to work hard for what we want. Nicholas wouldn't stop asking me whether he was fat or not during the whole time. REALLY ANNOYING especially when it's coming from a GUY -.- We also played a game involving strings we had to tie knots to form a circle, and then stand in the circle as Mrs Chua took away more &amp;amp; more of our individual circles, from one to a person to 5 to the whole class in the end.We had to make sure both of everyone's 2 feet were within the circle made by tying 5 pieces of string to form one large circle to fit roughly 35 people. In the end, we succeeded by having all the big guys sitting around the circle with only our 2 feet in the circle, and then having the smaller-framed guys to sit on our laps or knees. It was a painful experience for me, I supported a sitting Nicholas Leong on my knee when it was angled at almost 150 degrees to the floor. &amp;amp; Then we were trying desperately to find a song to sing which would end our agony of having to squeeze together in the circle, &amp;amp; finally Iskandar Z &amp;amp; Sham started singing the national anthem &amp;amp; we all followed along HAHAHA. Using nicholas leong, I inadvertently weight trained for a couple of minutes. My legs were aching after that, but all in all, we had fun during our 1st ever session of Catalyst with Mrs. Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things about today? Hmm.. let's see here..... I GOT CAUGHT FOR MY HAIR. TWICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the worse thing is... I just cut it last week! My hair's been reduced by so much, &amp;amp; yet they still think it's long?! My hair before I cut it was at least 3 times thicker &amp;amp; longer than it is now lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SWMVPEeelaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fzyU9d6MaAs/s1600-h/Photo7417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288093736106890658" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SWMVPEeelaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fzyU9d6MaAs/s320/Photo7417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Hair on the 21st Dec 2008... It still got longer nearing the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you, blind discipline masters.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that you're screwed in Singaporean Secondary schools if you have naturally WAVY hair, like me. Your hair's not even long by your standards, &amp;amp; yet you can get caught just cause it's 'too thick' or some shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'd better get started with my homework, wouldn't wanna waste my energy burning midnight oil just doing some stupid homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astalavista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-4034633787930696010?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4034633787930696010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4034633787930696010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-bomb-lots-of-laughter-good.html' title='The Good, The Bad &amp; The Ugly'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SWMVPEeelaI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fzyU9d6MaAs/s72-c/Photo7417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8144031114786562728</id><published>2009-01-05T16:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:25:55.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today turned out okay after all.</title><content type='html'>Hahahas, salutations my friends. Today was the start of week 1 of school, &amp;amp; it went fairly well, unexpectedly. Mr. Ng's back, but I guess he forgot about the submission of our report books. Had 2 periods of mother tongue; schoolmates from 4e3 are joining our already combined mother tongue class on 4e1 &amp;amp; 4e2, an additional class of malay students for cikgu to teach. Pretty much slacked during chem as Mr. Tan went yapping on &amp;amp; on about his lifelong dream &amp;amp; something about cows at the beach?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yeah, since our class 4e2's left with only 5 gals, &amp;amp; I happen to be the first guy on the class register, I'm guessing I'll be sitting next to Rochelle whenever we head to the lab when Mr. Tan decides to have lessons there. Sorry Rochelle, if I'm boring. I know I'm just TOO QUIET in school. In front of most people anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths had the usual fun-yet-unnerving kind of atmosphere. Plotting graphs now, which's somehow better for me cause I'm just too darn sick of solving equations already.After recess we took turns bullying Jonathan Chua a.k.a Potato, impaling his ass, poking his ribs, tripping him on his laces, making him sit on his worksheets, etc. I really pity you, Jpc. Sec 4 still kena bully like, this badly lmao. You're the butt of all jokes. Oh, also, Nicholas Leong went on calling me "the lump" &amp;amp; I countered by calling him "white pudding", "white jelly on the table", &amp;amp; so on. He kep calling Ms. Lau a furby during SS remmebering the Furby Prank Call tune I sent him some time ago, also pestering me to sing the parody of Avril Lavigne's Song "Complicated" by Weird Al Yankovic, Entitled "Constipated". It has the same tune as the original song, &amp;amp; I sang only the first line after the "uh-huh" part, which went out as "Extra Cheese.". That alone left a Nicholas Leong stunned, mouth gaping. He said I really have the tone in my voice? LOL. Hahahs. Thanks for the compliment nick, the number of times I remember you sincerely praising me can be counted by fingers. &amp;amp; The other time you praising me about my singing was about the CHOCOLATE RAIN THINGY =.=, with the abnormally deep voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after school , Danny, Samuel, Nicholas, Ziyang, &amp;amp; I walked to the bus-stop past a few blocks &amp;amp; took our separate buses home. Waited for 358 with kzy &amp;amp; nick, &amp;amp; Mole Hole just happened to also be taking the same bus. Kzy took the opportunity to insult Mole Hole as mockingly as he could, somehow that guy's just really thick skinned. Like no effect at all sia, when he kena insulted. You slap some profanity in his face, &amp;amp; it just bounces off his physical &amp;amp; emotional THICKNESS. Well, I guess people like this have already gotten used to being criticized. Nick's face was already red laughing &amp;amp; I couldn't stop guffawing either. The insults kept getting funnier &amp;amp; funnier, &amp;amp; seemed to stack, making it even more hilarious with kzy exaggerating stuff to make fun of Mole Hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus when it arrived, &amp;amp; nick alighted at the interchange. Then Kzy &amp;amp; I alighted at elias mall &amp;amp; made a quick stop at 7 eleven, &amp;amp; after that we bid each other goodbye for the day &amp;amp; he went back to his apartment as I marched up the hill to my terrace house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh....what a day. I hope for the best tomorrow during PE. It'd be a miracle if that bull aljunied doesn't bug me tomorrow. Ah heck. He's only gonna be here for the next couple of weeks, then he'll be as good as gone for half the year. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get started on my homework for today, hopefully completing it by tonight. If I complete all of it today, I'll most likely not have any to do tomorrow! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8144031114786562728?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8144031114786562728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8144031114786562728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-turned-out-okay-after-all.html' title='Today turned out okay after all.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-4570756699050827589</id><published>2009-01-04T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:15:12.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This week'll probably suck.</title><content type='html'>I'm so not looking forward to this week , particularly due to the fact that I have to adjust my lifestyle accordingly, to fit my schedule, all thanks to fucking school. I'm glad for the fact that that big douche aljunied's leaving us for half a year, &amp;amp; is set to be replaced by Singgam. However, I'm really not that optimistic about the upcoming mounds of imminent homework in store for us. Personally, I feel that homework is a waste of time, really, if a person doesn't want to do it but is forced to, as he or she loses all the vibe &amp;amp; focus required to learn from that bloody maths worksheet. Oh yeah, another piece of really bad news for me's that's before singgam replaces us as aljunied's away for half a year, we'll be having a couple of PE lessons with him first. To all those cca-less peeps, GOOD LUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was pretty fine for me, I tried something different &amp;amp; completed all the homework assigned on the 1st day of school on Friday itself. NOT THE CRAPPY HOLIDAY ASSIGNMENTS, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had tuition with my tutor whom I hadn't seen in quite a while; how long's it been? 7 months? Hahahas. So anyway, had tuition with him from 8-10 &amp;amp; had our usual breakfast-bought-home by my dad after the session. We caught up on a lot of things, each of us having too many interesting events to storytell anyway. It was awesome finally meeting him again, both for tuition, and the great company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I spent the whole day slacking &amp;amp; musing about alot of stuff. Then at night I went out with my family to have a late dinner at the Swensens in WhiteSands. We actually intended, for a change, to try our having dinner at the Manhattan Fishmarket there insteadm but I guess it was too crowded for our comfort. I don't no about the rest, but I only just noticed that the seafood based restaurant had opened next to Swensens there. Even my cousin who lives in Bukit Batok knew it was there for quite a while already &amp;amp; I hadn't a clue =.= Gee, I haven't been getting out enough, to WhiteSands at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family, we shared our holiday experiences with each other during dinner. Although most of the conversations really lifted my spirits, my parents just had to jeep questioning me about the stupid conflict I had with a certain someone while they away for their pilgrimage in Mecca. That really brought back the unwanted, late memories of a recent 2008 mishap. Anyway, I do not wish to talk about it any further. If anyone wants to hark on the past, then I bid thee sayonara. I want to feel peaceful, not swelling with hate, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then. I'll be watching lame old Star Wars which's on TV right now while reading my REP once again...ZzZzZz.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-4570756699050827589?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4570756699050827589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4570756699050827589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-weekll-probably-suck.html' title='This week&apos;ll probably suck.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8661538106914756793</id><published>2009-01-02T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:16:11.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I guess I hadn't the liberty of time to blog on the 1st day of the new year 2009, so I'll include my New Year Resolutions in my post for now. Oh, also wishing everyone a happy &amp;amp; fulfilling 2009, looking forward to the year ahead since 2008 was erm.... well, not too good for me, I'd say. But yeah, the trick is to avoid harking over the past anyways, so I'll just make sure this year'd be a better one, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year Resolutions are to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sticking to my schedules better&lt;br /&gt;- Be more motivated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First of the latter bearing the utmost significance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the 1st day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out better than I'd expected, perhaps because of the introduction &amp;amp; the usual humour from our class comedians. I must say, I haven't had a laugh like that in qute a while. The one where you giggle convulsively till your cheeks hurt. I was also rather surprised to see Mrs Chew back, her hair now dyed a light brown hue. I guess not seeing us for 6 months made her able to spot certain differences in some of us, particularly myself, if you get what I mean. :) After school I headed home by foot accompanied by Ziyang, Danny, Jonathan, Matthew, Gengting, Samuel, &amp;amp; Nicholas, although we really did take a bus at the interchange after walking about half the distance due to Ziyang's fear of rain. Haha. With that, I feel that the New Year has started off way much better than expected for me, &amp;amp; I'm certainly hoping that there'll be more good things to come in the year ahead. OH! One more thing. That pesky Aljunied's gonna be gone for half of the year, great news I guess. But then... Singgam as our new PE teacher?!? Simply absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8661538106914756793?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8661538106914756793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8661538106914756793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-guys.html' title='2009'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-2791895830118630649</id><published>2008-12-31T12:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:16:30.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter MEME?</title><content type='html'>RULES:#1 Do the “Letter MEME”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Tag no less than 5 other people, and leave them a comment, informing them that they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Copy the “How-to” Letter Meme, and finish your Journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you do the Letter Meme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear(the last person who text you), I don’t really know how to tell you this, but __1__. I think I realised it when/on __2__3__ and I saw you __4__5(1)/5(2)__. I’m sure you’re __6__ enough to understand __7__.. I’m returning __8__ to you, but I’ll keep __9__ as a memory. You should also know that I __10__11__. __12_.Love,(your name).P/S: You’re so lifeless, __13__ (the name of person who tagged you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What’s the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I’ll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I’m selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You’re a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I’m in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women’s clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s the colour of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Boys: What’s the colour of your undergarment?&lt;br /&gt;Girls: You have 2 parts(1) What is the colour of your bra(2) What is the colour of your panty&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United’s goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;Beige - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other (please state) - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - ManO.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - HighHighHouse&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we’re cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;pathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I’m allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Over joyous - That I’m open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What’s the colour of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stoneBlue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David’s tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always thought of&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water - Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drinks - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Get away now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favourite activity when hanging out with mates?&lt;br /&gt;Gathering for drinks – Ugly pig&lt;br /&gt;Football – Silly duck&lt;br /&gt;Shopping – Kisser&lt;br /&gt;Indulging for food – Cranky banana&lt;br /&gt;Movies – Smelly Armpits&lt;br /&gt;Snacks – Horny wolf&lt;br /&gt;Snooker – Tiny stuff&lt;br /&gt;Bowling – Sexy grandmother&lt;br /&gt;utdoor activities – Vain pot&lt;br /&gt;Having a long talk – Nose picker&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures – Dumb person&lt;br /&gt;Other – Burn yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how MINE turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ashraf,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but our romance is over. I think I realized it when you put cuffs on me at the mental hospital and I saw you ignore my John F. Kennedy statue. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist.. I'm returning your old lottery coupons to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I always thought of Oprah Winfrey imitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings to your frog Leonard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Adib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You're so lifeless, Nose picker Jonathan Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I wasn't tagged actually, I just hankered for some Cheap Thrill.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5-2-B-Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;Danny&lt;br /&gt;ASHRAF&lt;br /&gt;Aslam&lt;br /&gt;Iskandar Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm contradicting myself by insisting that you're to follow the rules, just follow em thos one time! It'll be worth your while!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-2791895830118630649?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/2791895830118630649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/2791895830118630649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-meme.html' title='Letter MEME?'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8491834776576534545</id><published>2008-12-30T16:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:16:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mind me, I'm just trying to have as much fun as I can, while I can.</title><content type='html'>Hehehehe. I apologize for not blogging on a regular basis, my good fellows. I'm just too absorbed in having as much fun as I possibly can before this seemingly long holiday(well, that's how it was at first) finally comes to an end. &amp;amp; So, for those who've been living under a rock &amp;amp; may be clueless about the day it will be when school reopens, then it might come as a peculiar surprise(or shock) to you that the 1st day of school for most will start on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we all know that the government just won't bear to release the "free" people of our country from its sturdy workforce vicegrip, hence even school has to begin on a Friday. Personally, I would've prefered school to be scheduled to start on the following Monday, on the 5th of January 2009, but I guess it shall be interesting; back to school after 2 long months &amp;amp; 2 days of rest again after that. Hahas. I may regret this, but I'm planning to leave my hair AS IT IS, LONG &amp;amp; HAGGARD, on the 1st day of school. I'd love to see what transpires. Anyway, it is OUR LAST YEAR IN THIS IMPRISONMENT, SECONDARY SCHOOL, so I seriously don't give a fuck even if I'm blacklisted. Oh yeah, I heard that Mr. Muhammad is Retiring this year. Well, I wish him a satisfactory retirement.(Although in my heart I'm bounding up &amp;amp; down with joy that the old geezer's finally leaving.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must agree, I've been a masquerade of Mr. Nice Guy for long enough. I'm just gonna work my arse off this year, focus &amp;amp; motivation is essential for the upcoming 'O's. I'm just gonna get it done, &amp;amp; done well, over &amp;amp; done with. done &amp;amp; over with. WELL. However you'd like to say it. Although it's eeasier said than done for even that loser who's been failing all his subjects to plan ahead &amp;amp; claim he "will study hard for the sake of his academics &amp;amp; most importantly, his future", I will not be faltered by the obstacles that I come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays have taught me that even a silly game the whole world criticizes as repetitive, lame &amp;amp; what not, has some knowledge to offer. In other words, knowledge is limitless, you even gain it in failure. I truly fathom now that although the world may not be as welcoming as you expect it to be, its people not as friendly, you make your own choices, pave your own paths in life, &amp;amp; alter your fate. Fate is certain by thy God's will, but the almighty has give us a choice. Will we seek the opportunities? Or will we let fate overcome us? We decide it for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8491834776576534545?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8491834776576534545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8491834776576534545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-mind-me-im-just-trying-to-have-as.html' title='Don&apos;t mind me, I&apos;m just trying to have as much fun as I can, while I can.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5332629241344757882</id><published>2008-12-28T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:17:32.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH FINALLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcARGJMLTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OZFBbDvf3v4/s1600-h/Maple0310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284692981449502002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcARGJMLTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OZFBbDvf3v4/s320/Maple0310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcAfync6_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/S-rhAg4oWrA/s1600-h/Maple0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284693233905757170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcAfync6_I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/S-rhAg4oWrA/s320/Maple0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcAy3Ky40I/AAAAAAAAAYg/iWO6MumLuj0/s1600-h/Maple0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284693561545253698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcAy3Ky40I/AAAAAAAAAYg/iWO6MumLuj0/s320/Maple0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcBBuGe5uI/AAAAAAAAAYo/z2Lo3UVOyT0/s1600-h/IheImed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284693816809285346" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcBBuGe5uI/AAAAAAAAAYo/z2Lo3UVOyT0/s320/IheImed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xCr0sSb0n3sx, Helmed 27/12/08 at 2001 Hrs, as a LvL 90 Dragon Knight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Feelings ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A clip from a movie I'm sure most of you should be familiar with below clearly expresses it:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tw9w5W7sas&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tw9w5W7sas&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-5332629241344757882?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5332629241344757882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5332629241344757882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-finally.html' title='OH FINALLY'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVcARGJMLTI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OZFBbDvf3v4/s72-c/Maple0310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5828434386660531363</id><published>2008-12-27T10:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:18:30.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVWSANbHKrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BVqsvRXhvFc/s1600-h/Photo7352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284290270090177202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVWSANbHKrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BVqsvRXhvFc/s320/Photo7352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. I'm gonna be having a haircut in roughly 3 days time! Why? Because Mom &amp;amp; Dad are gonna be back home by then, &amp;amp; they'll surely insist I have my hair cut when they see me T.T&lt;br /&gt;How disheartening... I've kept it for so long now, escaping &amp;amp; avoiding unrelenting hairchecks in school since before even the end year exams! Put simply, I've been getting away with my long hair in school since after the September break this year heheh... That's quite a long time... &amp;amp; the result? SUPER LONG HAIR! xD Well I must say I've had my fun though... but all good things come to an end, &amp;amp; when school reopens my hair'd be reduced to that of any common Tom, Dick &amp;amp; Harry.&lt;br /&gt;I can always wait till I'm 21 anyways. No one telling me to cut my goddamn hair, No one lecturing me about my sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberty is not a luxury we can afford now though, 2009's our 'O' Level year... +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-5828434386660531363?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5828434386660531363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5828434386660531363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-more-days-till-my-inevitable-haircut.html' title='3 more days !!!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVWSANbHKrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BVqsvRXhvFc/s72-c/Photo7352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-4259666716549133245</id><published>2008-12-26T09:40:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:21:46.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is running out...</title><content type='html'>I've not been blogging for the past 2 weeks; I must blame poor health &amp;amp; being overly engrossed in gaming for the lack of updates on my blog. Roughly a week more before school reopens. I've purchased my schoolbooks &amp;amp; prepared my school uniform, but I haven't even laid a finger on my holiday assignments, I'm afraid. Well actually, I have read the whole REP passage, just last night, apologetically the only thing I'd find a simple task to accomplish, probably. That's perhaps the only pathetic thing I've done among all my other assignments for the whole holiday, &amp;amp; got the bloody 18-paged REP consisting of 2 descriptive passages over &amp;amp; done with only at the 11th hour just because I got sick &amp;amp; tired of camping at zakum in maplestory. =_= I've had a high fever for the past week or so, &amp;amp; in regretful addition, a certain few conflicts earlier on as well, hence my sudden halt blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here are some of the experiences worth sharing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st December:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chek Jawa at Pulau Ubin by Boat with my Aunt, Uncle &amp;amp; cousins, for some sightseeing. Were supposed to go cycling, but I guess it was cancelled as most of us were too tired to paddle uphill &amp;amp; downhill. (Hey, I was starting to develop that blasted fever at that point already okay?) Ended up heading back to my house with my cousins Aslam &amp;amp; Ashraf as the rest went to Changi from Pulau Ubin to Changi to do some fishing after all of us made it back to the mainland by boat again. Got home &amp;amp; dosed off on the couch while watching Ashraf play guitar hero non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24th December:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maternal relatives came over to my house for a barbeque. Played some xbox 360 as usual, chit-chatted merrily &amp;amp; all, blah blah blah, you know the rest. Through my grandmom, aunt, &amp;amp; cousin's influence, I'm clueless how, but I started watching a chinese drama, The Little Nyonya, along with them, &amp;amp; somehow found it rather interesting to watch? Lols. My aunt had also went to stock up on food with my sis the previous day, so my house was quite loaded with FOOD. My sis missed out on the fun at home as she went to my paternal aunt's house for a sleepover till Friday. I realize that I recover quite swiftly from illnesses, It was only 2 and a half days since I'd gotten that close to 40 degree fever, &amp;amp; I was fully recovered by after the barbeque! I guess it was just rest, medication, &amp;amp; some company that I needed. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to extend my utmost gratitude &amp;amp; thanks to my grandmom, aunts, uncle, &amp;amp; cousins for cheering me up after the rather unfortunate, hostile incident. You guys truly had my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with my life, from then on, camping at &amp;amp; fighting zakum in maplestory's pretty much all I've been wasting my time on. No life, huh? Oh yeah. Welcome back from your trip at Cameron Highlands, Ziyang. &amp;amp; Wishing All a very Merry Christmas! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random pic of my lvl 90 Dk =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVWW2M7M3tI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vTjQndSBEP8/s1600-h/5kdmg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284295595715780306" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVWW2M7M3tI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vTjQndSBEP8/s320/5kdmg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivedacci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-4259666716549133245?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4259666716549133245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4259666716549133245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-week-till-school-reopens.html' title='Time is running out...'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SVWW2M7M3tI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vTjQndSBEP8/s72-c/5kdmg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5465929804817347066</id><published>2008-12-16T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:22:27.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back. &amp; Loving it.</title><content type='html'>For the past 2 weeks I was away on vacation in Jakarta with nearly all of my paternal relatives. Now I'm finally home sweet home &amp;amp; it feels too great to be true that I'm home alone with my parents in Mecca on their pilgrimage haj. There're still so many exciting things in store for me when I just got back. Sadly though, time is of the essence; only 2 weeks till school reopens, 3 if you're counting on not gonna be present on the 1st day of school, which f.y.i, is on a Friday. November felt like still air, December's feeling like a swift breeze. So much stuff to accomplish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't touch my blog for the last 4 days since I returned home; too hung up playing my still new xbox 360; my cuzzins are over at my place &amp;amp; we're enjoying ourselves to the fullest playing games. Guitar Hero 4: Aerosmith is a kickass game. Just don't play it for 2 hours straight. Your eyes will burn. Tried Gears of War the first, which my cuzzin brought along with him to our house &amp;amp; yes, it is a good game, however I still prefered Halo 3. Of course, I've yet to see Gears of War 2, huh? My cuzzin left after sleeping over a night &amp;amp; owned us in guitar hero with his insane fingers. Whoever can play on expert difficulty definitely deserves kudos. Myself on the contrary, owned everyone at Halo. LOL. What can I say? IT'S TRUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The score was like, 25, 9, 6, 5; 25 kills to win, in a 4 player slayer match &amp;amp; it ended in roughly 10mins. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, enough with the self-praising(well I only self-praise if its a definite fact unlike some ppl, please don't hammer me) here are some of the many pics taken during the Jakarta trip, which was from the 1st-12th of December =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg-rWJAkaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dJmK9B_ONlU/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280539477490569634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg-rWJAkaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dJmK9B_ONlU/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrving at my uncle's enormous bungalow;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING UNO LOL NBTD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg8Vt1y0QI/AAAAAAAAATY/L6okwcMM_AE/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280536906872049922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg8Vt1y0QI/AAAAAAAAATY/L6okwcMM_AE/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall how many times I swam in the backyard pool during my stay; Our Daily Swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhA4ADichI/AAAAAAAAAU4/aB8OyfXyV6k/s1600-h/IMG_1338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280541893923598866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhA4ADichI/AAAAAAAAAU4/aB8OyfXyV6k/s320/IMG_1338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving my Uncle's place for the rented Villa in Bandung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg9BC51USI/AAAAAAAAATg/ZVdHhab2hOU/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280537651260510498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg9BC51USI/AAAAAAAAATg/ZVdHhab2hOU/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only enjoy the luxury of food there while your stomach holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg9eV5ctsI/AAAAAAAAATo/rhsB1L6hWqA/s1600-h/Photo7005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280538154575378114" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg9eV5ctsI/AAAAAAAAATo/rhsB1L6hWqA/s320/Photo7005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg9yPOz5vI/AAAAAAAAATw/A8TsBrowIfE/s1600-h/IMG_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280538496383313650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg9yPOz5vI/AAAAAAAAATw/A8TsBrowIfE/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my word they have putird, unhygienic, &amp;amp; WEIRD food as well! (The noodles were as hard as pebbles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg-YgSn29I/AAAAAAAAAT4/IIydP2CoG1A/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280539153797733330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg-YgSn29I/AAAAAAAAAT4/IIydP2CoG1A/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Villa turned out to be quite what we desired or expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg--6TVRWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/I78KOFUffI8/s1600-h/IMG_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280539813615060322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg--6TVRWI/AAAAAAAAAUI/I78KOFUffI8/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got bored at the Villa while the adults went out, so to keep ourselves amused we children took wacky photos -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhEszR00nI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NnD9hls3LwQ/s1600-h/Photo7053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280546099561812594" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhEszR00nI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/NnD9hls3LwQ/s320/Photo7053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping. The Pig looks so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg_PXTgiLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jEdJ0XlfN0s/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280540096278333618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg_PXTgiLI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jEdJ0XlfN0s/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading back for my Uncle's place; prepared for a 4 hr ride in cramped up cars O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg_-dUXwsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GCmYG9LWC6o/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280540905346417346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg_-dUXwsI/AAAAAAAAAUY/GCmYG9LWC6o/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detoured to Tanggungpan Perahu for a scenic experience around the volcanic mountainous area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhAgG7KJgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qoySYvy2SE0/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280541483450639874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhAgG7KJgI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qoySYvy2SE0/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to chance upon a pair of MATING grasshoppers; Note this resembleschild pornography; these grasshoppers havn't even moulted into their final adult forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhAvDGHZ8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/tU0vpT3YzO4/s1600-h/IMG_1460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280541740120893378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhAvDGHZ8I/AAAAAAAAAUw/tU0vpT3YzO4/s320/IMG_1460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pose atop the volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhBM-8HSHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K7vQk-zrY4A/s1600-h/IMG_1420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542254401276018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhBM-8HSHI/AAAAAAAAAVA/K7vQk-zrY4A/s320/IMG_1420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you understand malay, you'll our understand Waxing Ketiak. &amp;amp; Definitely laugh till you choke on your spit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhBo0soBoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YR7s8Wb8f_w/s1600-h/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280542732688295554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhBo0soBoI/AAAAAAAAAVI/YR7s8Wb8f_w/s320/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own mini band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhCan9e-dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KjdvJlBurKs/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280543588262803922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhCan9e-dI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/KjdvJlBurKs/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush v.s Obama. ROFLMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhCr3KP8jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZfwsEa41gTE/s1600-h/IMG_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280543884400652850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhCr3KP8jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZfwsEa41gTE/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Handling the baby" Hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhDmUUG9uI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6JZ7_fB1H7Y/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544888659048162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhDmUUG9uI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6JZ7_fB1H7Y/s320/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made it look so majestic, yet inside, the sharks weren't even half this cement shark's size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhDK8EDKsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/hBwjo3ek-YI/s1600-h/CIMG3788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544418292771522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhDK8EDKsI/AAAAAAAAAVo/hBwjo3ek-YI/s320/CIMG3788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At "Seaworld Indonesia" That bloody song Seaworld Indonesia kept ringing in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhDVsUpDoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1w17DCGi3BM/s1600-h/Photo7096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544603045957250" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhDVsUpDoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/1w17DCGi3BM/s320/Photo7096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wdf? So I suppose now even Piranhas live in saltwater?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUrw4ApwgeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/v4LnBi96PJ0/s1600-h/Photo7254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281298358083813858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUrw4ApwgeI/AAAAAAAAAXo/v4LnBi96PJ0/s320/Photo7254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I looked like during the course of that HORRID FOOD POISONING I CONTRACTED(Shockingly, it looked Goth O_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhEfR-fzMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HgEo8-umxRc/s1600-h/Photo7207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280545867284073666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhEfR-fzMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/HgEo8-umxRc/s320/Photo7207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhFFhidNvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/U5iK6frzXuM/s1600-h/Photo7252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280546524296460018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhFFhidNvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/U5iK6frzXuM/s320/Photo7252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishing; woulda prefered doing it in the sea or ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhE2W5Ax2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/mYsFcBdxXX0/s1600-h/Photo7247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280546263740237666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhE2W5Ax2I/AAAAAAAAAWY/mYsFcBdxXX0/s320/Photo7247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least the fish were a decent size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhC7PKeptI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kAIhw34WJgI/s1600-h/PC083265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280544148542105298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhC7PKeptI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kAIhw34WJgI/s320/PC083265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll understand malay, then you'll get this. &amp;amp; now choke on your bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhEN8QlPVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FgyqYRwXxxI/s1600-h/Photo7173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280545569396571474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhEN8QlPVI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FgyqYRwXxxI/s320/Photo7173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firecrackers &amp;amp; Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhFk-U59ZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YveGs7roAbY/s1600-h/PC113361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280547064600196498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhFk-U59ZI/AAAAAAAAAWw/YveGs7roAbY/s320/PC113361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day in the pool. Oops, did I mention day? I meant NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhGb8_VPPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DIlLE_yNtRU/s1600-h/Photo7305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280548009134079218" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhGb8_VPPI/AAAAAAAAAXI/DIlLE_yNtRU/s320/Photo7305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goofy geezers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhGBGiQbAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/QuGp1Q2bNSk/s1600-h/Photo7304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280547547840015362" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhGBGiQbAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/QuGp1Q2bNSk/s320/Photo7304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We the... FLIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhGP5f33ZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6SoxKk5viDE/s1600-h/CIMG4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280547802038394258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhGP5f33ZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/6SoxKk5viDE/s320/CIMG4004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun dressing well for fun; our flight back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhGkVrZsII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GzaozPPDnnw/s1600-h/Photo7321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280548153200324738" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUhGkVrZsII/AAAAAAAAAXQ/GzaozPPDnnw/s320/Photo7321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis &amp;amp; I in the plane back home. FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some notably hilarious events during the vacation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My cousin Ashraf ANALED A HORSE WITH HIS KNEE! (Unintentionally, of course.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I learned that MOST Indonesians can't bear even the slightest cold.&lt;br /&gt;-MENGANDUNG BABI (PREGNANT PIG!) &gt;Refer to the above pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-WAXING KETIAK! (WAXING ARMPITS!) &gt;Refer to the above pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6895184498701951236-5465929804817347066?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5465929804817347066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5465929804817347066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-loving-it.html' title='Back. &amp; Loving it.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SUg-rWJAkaI/AAAAAAAAAUA/dJmK9B_ONlU/s72-c/IMG_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-3757065525415066070</id><published>2008-12-01T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:46:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sophisticated Song</title><content type='html'>Performed By Hugh Laurie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBQAuw4NYLA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TBQAuw4NYLA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear sophisticated clothes&lt;br /&gt;I say sophisticated things&lt;br /&gt;Everything about me says&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sophistication king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find my cool&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I just sit there and drool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sophisticated hands&lt;br /&gt;I got sophisticated feet&lt;br /&gt;A sophisticated car&lt;br /&gt;Parked on sophistication street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find my cool&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a dribbling fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me and you start to flirt&lt;br /&gt;I have to wipe the dribble off the front of my shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you ask me what's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All I can think to answer is... "fluh-uh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat sophisticated food&lt;br /&gt;I breathe sophisticated air&lt;br /&gt;I run a sophisticated comb&lt;br /&gt;Through my sophisticated hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find my cool&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a dribbling... fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song kinda suits me. Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:59 PM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-3757065525415066070?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3757065525415066070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3757065525415066070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/sophisticated-song.html' title='The Sophisticated Song'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-4743588522227596131</id><published>2008-11-30T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T05:48:00.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reverence Much</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday I went to collect my pre-ordered schoolbooks &amp;amp; items.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after purchasing them, I went to alter my school pants with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Those extremely baggy &amp;amp; loose pants were getting on my nerves when they became prone to dropping off any minute without a belt on.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I realized that I had practically shrunk. In size.&lt;br /&gt;My aunt even complimented me on that when I went to my grandparents's house to get the dishes my grandma prepared for my family, as my new maid wasn't much of a cook.(although she's forced to learn how to sooner or later, she's PAID for her job.)&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines Mall to get my shoes for school at converse later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An then the following day, Friday, I got up early but dozed off again soon after.&lt;br /&gt;When I got up, it was about time I headed to Masjid Al-Istighfar for my Friday Prayers.&lt;br /&gt;After Friday Prayers, my mom &amp;amp; sis came to fetch me &amp;amp; we were off to the airport to send 2 of my cousins, paternal grandmom &amp;amp; their maid off.&lt;br /&gt;They were going to Jakarta earlier &amp;amp; would meet us there on Monday when we would be arriving.&lt;br /&gt;Had a very late lunch with Uncle &amp;amp; Busu &amp;amp; my adorable baby cousins Zia &amp;amp; Zara at T2's Burger King, after taking a ride in the skytrain from t3 where we sent them off.&lt;br /&gt;My mom blanjah-ed all of us the lunch, &amp;amp; even bought a small gift for my baby cousins - A windspin-wheel thingamajig.&lt;br /&gt;My gosh, they treated it as though it was a sparkly diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= I got bored of writing in my usual continuous form, thus the change. Don't worry, there'll still be a bit more drama left in this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a girl glances at you, she wants you to look at her &amp;amp; smile :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever come across such a 'theory'? I'm the kind who actually reads my mail but never forwards it, so I'm familiar with most of the junk I've been receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that Thursday in the converse shop, while I was engrossed searching for a decent pair of white sneakers, I noticed the salesgirl, presumably 16, glancing at me. I looked away, ignoring her. I only started to feel weird when I caught her glancing at me twice as I was choosing a pencil case to buy. It wasn't a blatant stare, I assure you. It was a short glance accompanied by a slight smile. &amp;amp; Then she turned away, somehow shy I would see. I merely pretended that I wasn't looking, my long fringe concealing my gaze. So yeah, the 3rd time she glanced at me, I finally looked up and caught her glancing at me. Curious to see if the theory was true somehow or rather, I took the first step out of my usual rather diffident demeanor &amp;amp; made eye contact with her, smiling as I gazed past her hazel eyes. =.= Okay now I'm sounding like a love-struck sappy romance novelist. Ugh. Putrid. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she smiled back sincerely, seemingly happy, &amp;amp; blushed a scarlet red as I said Hi to her. Mom &amp;amp; sis were there as well, &amp;amp; they said she was checking me out? Wdf. Never have I experienced such a thing -.- My silly step toward being more extroverted proved so far that the theory was, in a way, correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I had this weird feeling &amp;amp; left the shop with what I wanted-The 2 pairs of schoolshoes, &amp;amp; more self-confidence, &amp;amp; what I didn't want-A badly chosen pencil case for next year which was too small. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Friday, a similar incident occured. I almost bumped into a young lady as I was walking around a corner in T3. I got a shock as I almost bumped into her; I was rather absorbed in listening to songs on my iPod while walking making a trip to the loo. I remember yelling "OH MY WORD" out aloud, perhaps due to my extreme shock; imagine walking while swtiching tracks on your music player &amp;amp; then some babe just appears in your path as you're still making your way to a toilet O_O. I was extremely embarrassed by my "OH MY WORD" that I yelped in shock. I apologized 3 times &amp;amp; said something that was uttered mindlessly, "Sorry if I hurt your delicate ears.". She giggled &amp;amp; said, "Don't worry, I listen to screamo everyday... &amp;amp; sorry if I startled you." Hahahah. We pardoned each other as we smiled at each other like idiots for a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although most of you extroverts already know what its like &amp;amp; will call me silly for being overly concious about this matter, but to me its a big step to being more gragarious from what I used to be-the diffident, quiet, introverted, &amp;amp; modest yound lad.People won't know you unless you let them know, wisely or frivolously. These 2 experiences have certainly sorta 'inspired' me to be more extroverted myself. I guess I'll slowly be working on the self-confidence that I'm hoping to exude in a good fashion. Although not all people seem to be friendly or polite, you can be happy about those who are though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S O.o THIS WAS THE WACKIEST WEEK I'VE HAD SINCE GOD KNOWS WHEN! o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:31 PM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-4743588522227596131?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4743588522227596131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4743588522227596131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/reverence-much.html' title='Reverence Much'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-503767023187718501</id><published>2008-11-29T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T07:24:41.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing Music Quiz....?</title><content type='html'>How to Play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today? Dead! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Will you get far in life? The Best Is Yet To Come (oooh..)&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you? Wonderboy (lalalala)&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married? My Heroine ( x) )&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song? Kyle's mom's a Bitch (ROFLMFAO)&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life? Grand Theft Autumn (okay..)&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like? Highway to Hell (Absolutely.)&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life? Stay The Same (Maybe..)&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about your friends? You (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;What's in store for this weekend? The Crows Are Coming For Us (Geez..)&lt;br /&gt;Describe your grandparents. Cat &amp;amp; Mouse (WTF!)&lt;br /&gt;How's your life going? Everyday I Love You Less And Less (Love who? o.O)&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral? Afterlife (Swell)&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you? Creepy Guy At Work (wdf???)&lt;br /&gt;Will you have a happy life? Hearts Burst Into Fire (@_@)&lt;br /&gt;Do people secretly lust after you? I'm in Heaven When You Kiss Me(Heaven When You Kiss Me)(ZOMG)&lt;br /&gt;How can you make yourself happy? When You Look Me In The Eyes (&gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;What should you do with your life? The Internet Is For Porn (8==p)&lt;br /&gt;What does your mum think of you? Sk8er Boy (Plain stupid =_=)&lt;br /&gt;What is your deep, dark secret? Dirty Little Secret (w/e)&lt;br /&gt;What is your mortal enemy's theme song? Congratulations, I Hate You (Hmm..)&lt;br /&gt;What's your personality like? Smooth Criminal (Booyah!)&lt;br /&gt;What song will be played at your wedding? Until The Day I Die (Oh, Great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/STLFRhd0LWI/AAAAAAAAATI/5QRCnPf3hZM/s1600-h/seize_the_day281x211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274495018436144482" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/STLFRhd0LWI/AAAAAAAAATI/5QRCnPf3hZM/s320/seize_the_day281x211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; one thing. I did NOT cheat. Kekekekeke :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:32 PM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-503767023187718501?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/503767023187718501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/503767023187718501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/amusing-music-quiz.html' title='Amusing Music Quiz....?'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/STLFRhd0LWI/AAAAAAAAATI/5QRCnPf3hZM/s72-c/seize_the_day281x211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-6407636712724491725</id><published>2008-11-28T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:42:03.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 More Days To Go!</title><content type='html'>I'll be leaving for Jakarta on the 1st of December, while my parents'll be going to Mecca as Pilgrims on the 3rd. I can't wait! Although Jakarta ain't as advanced as many other holiday destinations, it has its charms, believe me, I've been there twice before, once in 2004 &amp;amp; once last year. The main thing there for me would be fishing &amp;amp; shopping, aside from basking in my uncle's pool in the backyard of his colossal bungalow. The untouched natural environment there is spectacular as well. If you visit the rural areas of the country, you'd find beauty as defined by nature. Although you'd have to be really cautious with what goes into your stomach there; such insanitary conditions are rather hostile to your insides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending a dozen days in the country, roaming megamalls 5 times the size of even the biggest malls we have here &amp;amp; admiring the beauty nature has to offer around the countryside. I'm really looking forward to going fishing there as well, be it from a boat or by a jetty or dock. Its been quite a while since I've laid a finger on my fishing gear. The best part about going overseas is if you're going overseas accompanied by your entire family, or a whole group of buddies. I doubt it'd be even half as much fun going there unaccompanied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People'd usually be stuffing their faces with glorious food during a vacation, but I'll be doing the opposite. Since most of the restaurants that aren't fast food restaurants there serve dishes that are to be consumed together with rice, I'll only be eating those dishes, without any rice whatsoever. I've made a pact with the staple food product never to sink my teeth into them. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the topic, I'm currently in desperate need of mesos in Maplestory. Unfortunately, no one is selling any now. I guess I'll just have to wait till after my trip for either Limcy or Jiayang to strike it rich, &amp;amp; hopefully be able to sell me some virtual money =_= The very best of luck to them with their sales. I hope you'll be able to earn more mesos(for the sake of selling them to me HAHA) As for my dk, I'm not concerned about training it now; its in such a crippled state after the hacking incident that I look at my damage &amp;amp; just click the 'quit game' button. Impatiently waiting for someone to sell mesos to me, preferably at a range of 30cents to 50cents per million mesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding my studies, I'd say I've been catching up on my mediocre math while learning new stuff that I'm keen gaining the knowledge on by googling them or wiki-ing them. I haven't been doing much for pure chemistry, though. The thought of those sickening equations just puts me off. I'm getting along quite well with pure physics, though; biophysics is really intriguing. As for SS, JUST READ THOSE GODDAMN NEWSPAPERS. For history, I just think about Hitler &amp;amp; the next thing I know, I'm reading up about WW2 on the web. English. ENGLISH??? Just keep reading stuff &amp;amp; picking up words &amp;amp; using them CORRECTLY, duh. Pronunciation has never been much of a problem for me.I mean, what can I say? 90% of the people I know pronounce the word 'halo' as 'hullo' or some other wacked up shit. No offence, but it's quite true. I pronounced 'halo' precisely as what it is the 1st time I came across the word. Ahahaha, self-praising, everyone does a bit of it sometimes.(well there are those who do it every bit of their lives) I guess my proper pronunciation in English makes up for my poor one in my mother tongue =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke Doke, I'm off to maple to mess around with the pirate I created to play for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:06 AM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-6407636712724491725?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/6407636712724491725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/6407636712724491725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-more-days-to-go.html' title='4 More Days To Go!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-7048986973008106387</id><published>2008-11-27T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:54:20.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandad's B'day</title><content type='html'>Last night was brilliant, my family &amp;amp; I celebrated my grandad's 78th B'day.. at Swensens again. =_= My 2 aunts &amp;amp; cousins waited for our arrival with my maternal grandparents. It was supposed to be a surprise for them, since they didn't think the whole family(okay, maybe most of the family) would be present. Anyways, they sure were jubilated seeing so many of us there to celebrate granddaddy's b'day, &amp;amp; so we got seated &amp;amp; started to order. Like I mentioned in an earlier post, most of us just never get sick of Swensen's fish&amp;amp;chips. I got sick of its rather bland taste after eating it on countless previous occasions. We chit-chatted merrily amongst ourselves &amp;amp; had a ball of a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was a bit wishy-washy most of the time, perhaps too excited about her upcoming pilgrimage. My dad, on the other hand, showed much poise &amp;amp; was cool about it. I just can't fathom why women get so overly emotional about things, regardless of how big or small a matter. One holy pilgrimage, &amp;amp; they're already wussing about nearly everything. No birthday presents, &amp;amp; they're sore already. The Female Species. What an Enigma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our penchants for ice cold ice cream soon saw us 3 impressive glass bowls of Swensen's Earthquake. We tucked into the scoops of varied ice cream flavors, &amp;amp; talked about the going-ons in our lives &amp;amp; such. We even had a mini-competition? Whoever who succeeded tying a knot with the ice cream cherry stalks by using only their tongues first would receive a little 'reward' from my mom. They said those who could do it were good kissers.(french-kissers, in particular -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We snapped a few shots of us together on our phone cameras, &amp;amp; sent them to each other via bluetooth. It was so hilarious reading the names of the other activated bluetooth devices that appeared when we were searching for each other's specific ones. My cousins &amp;amp; I singled out a few of the names &amp;amp; shamelessly spoke them out aloud, like "Hey, who's MyBaByLoVe ah? MYBABYLOVE! MYBABYLOVE!" hahahaha. It was damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SS3QLsxCiTI/AAAAAAAAASY/Yxcp62PbUiI/s1600-h/Image361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099638134704434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SS3QLsxCiTI/AAAAAAAAASY/Yxcp62PbUiI/s320/Image361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Four Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SS3QeqQJQAI/AAAAAAAAASg/linM7AQjB3A/s1600-h/Image358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273099963877376002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SS3QeqQJQAI/AAAAAAAAASg/linM7AQjB3A/s320/Image358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting to be served...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahahahaha. It was truly a night to remember. It was delightful seeing how tranquil my grandparents were. I hadn't seen them like that in ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8:12 PM .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-7048986973008106387?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/7048986973008106387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/7048986973008106387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/grandads-bday.html' title='Grandad&apos;s B&apos;day'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SS3QLsxCiTI/AAAAAAAAASY/Yxcp62PbUiI/s72-c/Image361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-3510249259796545266</id><published>2008-11-26T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:05:53.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has time,  just that we often fail managing it</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda bored nowadays just waiting for my trip to Jakarta on the 1st of dec. This is exactly the period when you start to feel that the holiday is finally starting pass very swiftly, &amp;amp; it isn't very nice if you know you're unprepared for the upcoming events like that report you're supposed to complete by the time the school term starts. However, this is also the time when you'll possess the sudden urge to return to old games or stuff you used to do just to kill time during the old days. For me, its mapling again +_+ I must admit, that game is extremely addicting once you know what fun there is to it already. Although I've been keeping up with my schedule, balancing work, leisure &amp;amp; excercise, I'm still feeling a tad outta place, probably due to my poor sleeping habits &amp;amp; the extremely bedraggled condition my house is in right now. I feel guilty seeing those scraps of tissue paper &amp;amp; snack wrappers lying all over the place, tiny ants scurrying from the little crevices in the concrete walls readily attacking every sweet product in their path. Books &amp;amp; unused pieces of paper left in abandon, my house currently seems like an office where the only thing people do all day is sign their paperwork. I'm drowning in decade-old novels, stinking textbooks &amp;amp; sticky sweet wrappers, most of which weren't my doing. That is perhaps the cause of my irritability these days; my own mother &amp;amp; sibling who can't even organize their heaps of books &amp;amp; papers of all sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a procrastinator, I'm currently making a desperate attempt to complete the mounds of tuition homework I should've finished upon receiving instead of delaying until the last day before the next tuition session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of homework my current math tutor dishes out is comparable to what Mrs Chew gives us only when she is in her most sinister mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be chionging my homework for now, hopefully successful in completing it by 9-ish, &amp;amp; I'll be headed to the park sometime in the evening for the essential excercise everyone needs. Oh well, at least I finally seem to be slowly getting my regular sleep back, the usual 10pm/12am-6am. I guess that's the only good thing you get from a sleep disorder. The ability to only require 6 hours of sleep to be near entirely rejuvenated in the morning instead of the previous 8. Nothing to be THAT jubilated about though, I'm only reassuring myself; I've only had success over a single day -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be busy forcing myself to end the torment of having to do my homework at an even later time &amp;amp; will be mapling for a bit upon completing this heap of currently meaningless mathematical equations which are pretty much useless to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:36 AM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-3510249259796545266?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3510249259796545266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3510249259796545266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/anxious-again.html' title='Everyone has time,  just that we often fail managing it'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8432747553012150892</id><published>2008-11-25T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:52:57.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has eyebags these days</title><content type='html'>It's affirmative that I've been suffering from some sort of sleep disorder for quite some time now; it can't be short-term Insomnia, since it's been going on since my grades in school avalanched. It might be a sufferer of Chronic Insomnia or Narcolepsy, or &lt;a id="2" name="2"&gt;Advanced Sleep Phase Disorder&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm just guessing. My regular sleeps' totally disrupted, &amp;amp; I'm able to stand a day or two easy without sleep, but will go into a deep sleep for the next one or two days, which I don't think is very normal. The time I actually go to sleep now greatly varies; I can sleep at 1pm &amp;amp; awake at 2am or sleep at 5pm &amp;amp; awake at 8am.trangely, although I've not been having sufficient &amp;amp; regular, proper sleep for quite some time now, maybe even since last year, I've only just recently gotten eyebags. I used to only get think, eyeliner-like dark lines under &amp;amp; around my eyes when I lack sleep, but now eyebags have suddenly developed, &amp;amp; seem quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSn4lp13OII/AAAAAAAAASQ/MStKLMmyZyM/s1600-h/Photo6813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272018164584495234" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSn4lp13OII/AAAAAAAAASQ/MStKLMmyZyM/s320/Photo6813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang Eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta alter &amp;amp; improve on my sleep patterns before school kicks off next year. Next year is my 'O' Level year, I can't afford to screw up like I did this year. I've come to a conclusion that my serious sleep disorder was undoubtedly the primary reason as to my mediocre &amp;amp; pathetic performance in school this year.Tuition &amp;amp; revision wouldn't help very much if I lack proper sleep. I desperately need to see to this &amp;amp; ensure that I get my regular sleep back if I ever wanna focus in school &amp;amp; other activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The effects of sleep disorders include:&lt;br /&gt;-Inability to Focus when at Work&lt;br /&gt;-Lack of concentration during when awake, usually during the day&lt;br /&gt;-Vivid hallucinations before &amp;amp; after sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Impaired memory&lt;br /&gt;-Low productivity&lt;br /&gt;-Occasional phantasms during the daytime&lt;br /&gt;-Fatigue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bagged all of em'! =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:52 AM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8432747553012150892?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8432747553012150892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8432747553012150892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/wtf-me-narcolepsy.html' title='Everyone has eyebags these days'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSn4lp13OII/AAAAAAAAASQ/MStKLMmyZyM/s72-c/Photo6813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5147522722392042866</id><published>2008-11-24T07:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:58:38.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity. It's all over the park now</title><content type='html'>I made a visit to Pasir Ris Park earlier this morning with my parents after not having visited it for quite awhile. Since my parents are going for their pilgrimage in the coming week, they saw this as an opportunity to build up on their stamina for the hot desert regions of Saudi Arabia. I decided to tag along, &amp;amp; thus ww walked at a fast pace with the occasional jog from one end of the park to another &amp;amp; back again; a total of 7km. Despite not having slept at all the previous night, I fonally got out &amp;amp; into the outdoors for a tan. We could have left the house much earlier &amp;amp; just walked down from Pasir Ris Terrace to Carpark E of Pasir Ris Park, but were delayed because of my new maid, who is quite obtuse, sorry to say, &amp;amp; thus we started off at about 8:45 am -.- My mom was very naggy during some points of the long morning walk in the park, that my dad continued on ahead of us, leaving my mom &amp;amp; I far behind. I made a mistake walking with my mom twice, I guess =_= I should've concentrated on the walk &amp;amp; ignored my overly chatty mom who couldn't control her mouth that morning.She was in a bizarre-moodswing-kind-of mood, &amp;amp; I didn't like one bit of it. Ending our 7km walk, I bought 3 bottles of h-two-o for myself &amp;amp; my parents. I presume some people just don't know hygiene when they have a trio of cats sitting their asses on the counter where you purchase your drinks &amp;amp; snacks. I found the small shack where the drinks &amp;amp; snacks were sold rather disgusting; it was in a really bedraggled condition. The corpulent owner looked as though he hadn't had a bath in years. &amp;amp; so we had our isotonic cold drinks, gulping them down in record timing. Another thing I'd love to bring up about couples at the park; they just CAN'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES. Everytime I go there, there will be couples doing hanky panky here &amp;amp; there. Should I be complaining? Or enjoying the free show? That can be determined by whether the couple was an old one or a young one HAHAHAHA. Well thankfully most of em' are young couples, otherwise I wouldn't dare venture the park that often. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSnj2I3DjYI/AAAAAAAAASA/fE3ZNqEi6cw/s1600-h/Photo6764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271995358044720514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSnj2I3DjYI/AAAAAAAAASA/fE3ZNqEi6cw/s320/Photo6764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Footpath, &amp;amp; yet ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSnjuXtzS1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/YPtiOOY1_LA/s1600-h/Photo6763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271995224593484626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSnjuXtzS1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/YPtiOOY1_LA/s320/Photo6763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a 15 km/h speed limit. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a shame the footpath sign had to be too far away from this sign 15 km/h speed limit sign facing the footpath to have been caught on camera. Believe it or not, the speed limit sign was for the footpath, it was facing the footpath. I believe the fastest human runner outran a horse, but even athletes in tip top condition find running a constant 15 km/h tough, I bet. If they wanted to put up signs, they should've put them up facing the correct paths. If this was set up for a bicycle path, that'd be very normal. Either they were crazy enough to even set up speed limit signs for people walking, or they were merely plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I'm glad that the hordes of people who used to arrive at the beach in waves seem to have lessened by a significant amount; the beach seems to be alot cleaner compared to when it was reported unsafe to swim in due to the harmful intoxicated saltwater, caused by filth from the sewers &amp;amp; the mainland. I guess that the more people there are who invade the beach = increased pollution there will be on our poor old beach. Due to inconsiderate, irresponsible acts of littering &amp;amp; allowing our children &amp;amp; pets to freely excrete their faeces into the sea,we have ensured the doom of what used to be a majestic ecosystem of marine wildlife. I remember it in its old days; teeming with interesting marine life; porcupine fishes, seahorses, blue spotted stingrays, mud lobsters, etc. Most of that's perished now, &amp;amp; most likely won't return ever again, not with what the Singapore Government's planning now: land reclamation. It ravages the beach's natural environment, resulting in the massacre of rare species of marine flora &amp;amp; fauna in the process. why can't they just accept that Singapore is a tiny country &amp;amp; just deal with it? It's better to preserve the natural beauty which is clearly diminishing rapidly than continue with our destructive acts for more land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon how mawkish I am about the topic; I have loved the beach &amp;amp; the sea since I was a wee young boy, &amp;amp; seeing the horrid condition it's in now just breaks my heart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSnvq6rdRcI/AAAAAAAAASI/TeUyuJCdDOo/s1600-h/Photo6785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272008359398950338" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSnvq6rdRcI/AAAAAAAAASI/TeUyuJCdDOo/s320/Photo6785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what you get from an entire day of sleep deprivation, &amp;amp; then going for an excercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when we got home, the first thing I heard was my sis playing the piano, much expected of her. The second thing I heard was some really irritating construction noise from my neighboors' house just opposite mine under construction. It made an F1-racing car-like sound; I even recorded it on my hp. I was annoyed at it at first but laughed at it once it the sound started to resemble that of a constipated kitten. Although I intended on sleeping right before lunchtime, &amp;amp; it was about half past eleven when we got back, it was just impossible, since one wouldn't be able to get any shuteye no matter how sleepy he is for 2 hours immediately after excercise -.- &amp;amp; So, I satisfied my really dry throat with 3 glasses of ice cold soyabean, realizing I was only satisfying my throat. Felt really bloated in the stomach after that. Read the papers with my dad only to find that Michael Jackson just converted to a Muslim. Wtf, right? Kinda cool though, he renamed himself a Mikael pronunciation, but with the same spelling of Michael. Also, it's kinda cool too that obese people will be entitled to two seats for 1 fare during plane flights from now. Hahahahaha. I find that quite a privelege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:03 PM .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-5147522722392042866?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5147522722392042866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5147522722392042866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupidity-its-all-over-park.html' title='Stupidity. It&apos;s all over the park now'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSnj2I3DjYI/AAAAAAAAASA/fE3ZNqEi6cw/s72-c/Photo6764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-4120366615375780621</id><published>2008-11-23T06:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:07:23.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had my money wasted</title><content type='html'>Had one of the most BORING dinners ever last night. Went to my mom's old school where my sis is currently studying in as well, Tanjong Katong Girls Secondary School. It was peak hour when we left the house, planning to meet up with dad at the school itself, with my mom driving our car. I hadn't the slightest inkling where we were headed to at all at first; I got an immense fright that we were ACTUALLY gonna have to watch a concert &amp; have dinner at my mom's old school, supposedly celebrating TKGS's 55th Anniversary. We got there late due to the busy evening roads, &amp; missed catching at least two thirds of the whole performance. The TKGS hall was where I witnessed a whole bunch of old women, most of them former TKGSians, behave like 10 year olds, noisy with their shrieks of joy. I just stood there trying not to stare in disgust as I saw women in their 50s &amp; 60s yapping incessantly amongst themselves like 17 year olds trapped in 50 or 60 year olds' bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the applauding just to seem polite in the hall's ceremony, we made our way downstairs for dinner in the schools' canteen. The good thing was that it was way breezier than I had expected it to be there; we sat around the cicrle shaped tables with other former TKGSians; the guys who were present like me felt really out of place; there were so few of us. Well, TKGS is an all-girls school anyways, so yeah. We were served a dish per table EVERY HALF an hour. I was bored to death waiting as dish after dish arrived, &amp; there were about 7 courses of them. My parents chatted jovially with those present at the anniversary, some of them my mom's old friends. I had nothing to do there but glance around while nibbling on the food slowly(&amp; they didn't taste THAT good) while listening to tracks on my iPod. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a rather disappointing experience for me, I had thought that the posh place we were going to have dinner at was somewhere in town, or something, but it turned out to be nowhere else but the basketball court of my mom's old school, also my sis's current school's, having a pitiful meal. At least they remembered to set up a shelter &amp; decorate the area abit; it'd be really weird for us to be having an 80-dollar ticket admission and then have dinner in a BASKETBALL COURT. Perhaps only nutheaded players of the sport'd find that appealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least I made my mom happy =_= by accompanying here there along with my dad &amp; sis. I'm glad the only people there weren't oldies; there were those around my age there as well, the current students who also attended, in particular. I was clueless about how my sis felt there; at first she was hesistant about meeting her friends as she felt embarrassed being back in school during the holiday, but the next moment she was giggling convulsively with her group of friends. At least I got to mingle with all the chiobus ~ hehehe just joking.(although there were both nerdy girls &amp; pretty girls there, I must say) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few things which actually benefitted me albeit in the least of ways was having the privelege of visiting the school itself which was the centre of excellence for English; my only pity was that it just had to be an all female's school. I know, stereotyping right? I don't give a hoot about it. It's not like there're no female engineers or male poets in this world. Anyone can be achieve greatness in their own right. Also, I got to know that Halimah Yaacob &amp; Suzanne Ho were also from TKGS lol! That was certainly interesting news for me. Hmm.. no wonder she could be a newscaster, such fluent english! Maybe I'd be one too, in the future.. a newscaster... hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:29 PM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-4120366615375780621?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4120366615375780621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4120366615375780621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-had-my-money-wasted.html' title='I had my money wasted'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8164222147361989686</id><published>2008-11-21T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:08:30.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Quiz.. @_@</title><content type='html'>Ten things about me. &lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy about that? Yeah. I just don't think now's the time.&lt;br /&gt;3. Are you bored? Boredom's the reason I'm doing this bloody quiz.&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you sad? Who actually does quizzes when they're on the brink of tears.&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you Italian? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you plastic? I ain't plastic, I'm METAL baby.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you cool? I'm not sure. There are some who think I am though..?&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you Chinese? I've got Chinese blood, along with Malay, Indian, &amp; Portugese blood. Does that make me Chinese??&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you? Stupid question. "I'm God." =_=&lt;br /&gt;Ten Facts&lt;br /&gt;1. Initials A.A.B.A.I&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames Dib, Dibby, Bidalicious&lt;br /&gt;3. Birth Place. In a Hospital. I'm just glad I wasn't born in the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hair colour Jet Black&lt;br /&gt;5. Age 15&lt;br /&gt;6. Eye colour. A Slightly darker hazel&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday. 10th of June&lt;br /&gt;8. Mood. Thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite Colours. BLACK &amp; WHITE&lt;br /&gt;10. Left or right handed. Right-handed, partly ambidextrous after learning to write with my left hand during recovery from a crippled arm.&lt;br /&gt;Ten this or that?&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or money? BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or beer? I don't drink or smoke.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or dogs? Cats!&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or many regular friends? A few best friends. &lt;br /&gt;5. Television or internet? I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT EITHER OF EM'&lt;br /&gt;6. Pepsi or coke? Coca-Cola&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or a romantic night? Insane night out.&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or happiness? Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or day? Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or phone? pHoNe&lt;br /&gt;Ten differences in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;1. Smile or eyes? SMILE :)&lt;br /&gt;2. Light or dark hair? I'd like a brunette.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugs or kisses? Both are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;4. Intelligence or attraction? Balancing those 2 would be better.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hook-up or relationship? Relationship, I'm not a gigolo.&lt;br /&gt;6. Trust or love? Both are of the utmost importance in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;7. Long distance or short? Who gives a damn. Love can't be travelled.&lt;br /&gt;8. Call or text? Anything.. unless I was deaf or dumb.&lt;br /&gt;9. Older or younger? Younger.&lt;br /&gt;10. Looks or personality? I don't mean to be greedy; can I ask for both again? &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made? To my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call you received? From my mom (she calls at least several times a day my gawd.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person/people you hung out with? My Family.&lt;br /&gt;4. Last person to text you? My Sis.&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you tickled? My Sis.&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM? My pal Danny.&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you hugged? My granddad.&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person you slept with? I slept with a THING, which's my fluffy bolster.&lt;br /&gt;9. Last person/people you laughed with? I laughed with a crowd of people, some of whom I didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;10. Last dream you can remember? Ronald McDonalds' sudden appearance on Judgement day.&lt;br /&gt;Ten people I tag&lt;br /&gt;Danny&lt;br /&gt;Jiayang&lt;br /&gt;Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;Hakeym&lt;br /&gt;Samuel&lt;br /&gt;Ashraf&lt;br /&gt;Adibah&lt;br /&gt;Amos&lt;br /&gt;Aslam&lt;br /&gt;Farah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:45 PM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8164222147361989686?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8164222147361989686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8164222147361989686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/ten-things-about-me.html' title='Another Quiz.. @_@'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-3512935139941085925</id><published>2008-11-21T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:34:30.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vicissitudes; they're only natural.</title><content type='html'>Similarly, everyone will experience change. One can't &amp; won't stay the same forever, so don't try. Instead, upgrade yourself, &amp; treasure something when you have it, for it too, won't last eternally. Beauty lasts for a limited amount of time, so don't feel wasted when you're finally 45 &amp; then start envying that adonis at the bar or that babe at the beach. You've had your chance, so its just too bad if you didn't make the best out of the opportunity. Although one can't alter himself entirely, cause after all, we're all unique as individuals, we shouldn't take the phrase 'born that way' too abjectly. Some things are just not in our power to change. However, there are those that we can choose to avoid, work hard to change, or overcome. Weaknesses can be turned into strengths, strengths can become weaknesses, depending on how we see things. We don't live forever, life is actually very short. Would you wanna live 20 years of life studying your ass off if you'd die at 25? Probably not. Learning is indeed lifelong, the amount of knowlegde school arms us with is nothing compared to what we can learn when we're interested in expanding our knowledge anytime, anywhere. Learning doesn't take place only within the classroom, but everywhere. As long as we're alive, learning defies age. People are judged by their character, not by their appearance. External beauty is a good thing, Internal beauty is an even better one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. I'm bored, thus this random philosophical post I typed out in a hasty finish, just for writing's sake. I didn't even think while I was writing hahah. Well, me being me; I don't require inspirations to write about stuff, I just do things spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I've really gone too far this time. Sleeping at 3pm &amp; waking up at 12am is just way too absurd. My sleeping time's all messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having you here, I'd sing all day&lt;br /&gt;Your company just takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel so gay&lt;br /&gt;Just you by my side, here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. omg. That sounds SO WRONG. Hahahahahaha! zZzZ well for those who didn't know, gay also means happy. Sadly, all of us being bloody immature, 1st thing in our minds is OMG HOMOSEXUAL. Oh well, ignorance is bliss. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize that love poems are the easiest to write.. perhaps cause love's the most powerful thing we embrace? I'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing alot lately, &amp;.., it's quite becoming my new passion now?? Truly, I think besides laughter being the best medicine, music is too. Like a world without color, I can't imagine a world without music. BORING. Maybe people'd die earlier in a world like that. heh. I don't know whether my singing's good or bad; perhaps cause I'm only courageous enough to sing in the presence of my family, cousins, &amp; maybe a few of my friends I'm really close to. One time though, I didn't realize my sis was on the phone with her friends &amp; started singing aloud. Yeah, really loud.Even though they complimented that I have a nice voice, I felt really embarrassed that I had actually sung infront of strangers. Oh well, at least they liked my singing. Can't imagine if a someone sang really badly &amp; others heard it.That'd be really sad haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been going along with my plans for the holiday... catching up with my studies &amp; learning &amp; brushing up on playing songs on my electric guitar. Currently I know how to play different riffs &amp; parts of many songs, but only a couple of songs in full. Haha. Well, there's always room for improvement. Some of the more recent songs I've been trying are Sidewinder by Avenged Sevenfold, The Day That Never Comes by Metallica, Down with the Sickness by Disturbed, You're Not Alone by Saosin, &amp; Some of Greenday's American Idiot. Nearly all of em' metal? Yeah. I've no idea why, but somehow I just prefer playing metal on my electric; perhaps I'm drawn to deep power chords &amp; insane screeches there are to play for metal genre songs.Some people consider this kinda playing rather mindless, but somehow it never fails to deliver that kind of passion. Hahah. PLaying master of puppets by metallica &amp; beast &amp; the harlot by a7x is uber fun! Easy &amp; nice to play lol. What I'm trying to say is that I prefer playing noisy, rock &amp; metal kind of stuff on my electric guitar, compared to slow, soothing tunes. I feel acoustic guitars are way better in delivering music of those sort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orite, ending off, I found a Halo 3 montage vid which was kinda amusing to me... since I know some of you are really rotting at home now, here's something that might maybe invert your frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LsGTYQ4VA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LsGTYQ4VA4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:31 PM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-3512935139941085925?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3512935139941085925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3512935139941085925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/phrase-once-criminal-always-criminal-is.html' title='Vicissitudes; they&apos;re only natural.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-9144969146369903043</id><published>2008-11-20T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:19:21.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>makemebad35!</title><content type='html'>If you're one of the many BORED comedy hunters who search for new &amp;amp; original humor like me to amuse yourself online, you'd know who the heck FRED is. Up till now I just can't fathom how people can still say he's better than youtuber makemebad35, a.k.a Damian. Both have been making their own mildly(or madly) amusing videos &amp;amp; uploading them on youtube, gaining rapid popularity within the youtube committee over the past year. However, Damian was on youtube posting his own videos way before Fred even came into the picture, &amp;amp; yet somehow Fred's silly gaytard videos most of which showcasing his whiny &amp;amp; infantile tantrums have actually managed to catch some folks' eyes. I must admit that a few of Damian's vids might also be very LAME or CHILDISH for you SERIOUS peeps, but I'd rather support Damian, particularly after he was interviewed &amp;amp; he made those videos as practice for what he intended to pursue in the future-film directory, whereas Fred merely copied Damian's style of being humourous on youtube just to grab attention &amp;amp; fame. To me, that is less honorable than what Damian's trying to achieve, that is his aspiration as a film director or future comedian. Even though some of you overly sensitive folks might find Damian's vids too crude or vulgar, at least they're not gay or whiny like Fred's. One can see that Damian is sincere in his vid-making from his interviews, whereas Fred is merely doing it to make himself more known. Anyways, enough talk, here is one of Damian(makemebad35)'s vids which shows how he's the real deal when it comes to INSANE vids on youtube, not that gaytard Fred who relies solely on making his voice higher with a software to make it sound funny.STOP COPYING THE INSANITY OFF OF DAMIAN, FRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vid below is obviously a parodied Interview he made alone, Not the serious one I mentioned about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makemebad35 is also known as Jimmy or Damian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v924OISPPpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v924OISPPpY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:17 PM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-9144969146369903043?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/9144969146369903043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/9144969146369903043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/makemebad35.html' title='makemebad35!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-33817043474230659</id><published>2008-11-19T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:08:07.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>360 FEVER !</title><content type='html'>Amazing Bunch Of Games. Will Only Be Getting 2, unfortunately. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSSt8UEoVyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x5m899j4cb4/s1600-h/gearsofwar2_marcus_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270528715622209314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSSt8UEoVyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x5m899j4cb4/s320/gearsofwar2_marcus_1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSSuMJjN0OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/T9muL9pF0xI/s1600-h/gta4boxartsz4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270528987675611362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSSuMJjN0OI/AAAAAAAAAPg/T9muL9pF0xI/s320/gta4boxartsz4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSS2iPTBrsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZFCPKUaLExI/s1600-h/944963_99809_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270538163268464322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSS2iPTBrsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ZFCPKUaLExI/s320/944963_99809_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSS3R7sYEBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ed3sRSV1A4w/s1600-h/call-of-duty-4-modern-warfare-box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270538982639800338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSS3R7sYEBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ed3sRSV1A4w/s320/call-of-duty-4-modern-warfare-box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSStXJBqz-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/FceTnaj2hek/s1600-h/Mitchell.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270528077001838562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSStXJBqz-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/FceTnaj2hek/s320/Mitchell.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking... Gears 2 &amp;amp; GTA4, mainly cause Gears Of War's an EXTREMELY fun game to play, &amp;amp; GTA4 won't fail to satisfy me when I'm feeling masochistic. Fable 2 &amp;amp; COD4 are great xbox360 games as well, but since my cousin is getting a copy of fable 2 soon, It'd be better if I bought something else. Guitar Hero 4 : Aerosmith is certainly something I would've bought had I not an actual electric guitar. The previous Guitar Hero games were better, as well. COD4 is a kickass game too, but many say it's not as much fun as the previous Call Of Duty(1,2 &amp;amp; 3) games, &amp;amp; Call Of Duty 5's out soon or even out already =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to get my copy of the 2 aforementioned games, Gears Of War 2 in particular ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. I just realized that 4 out of 5 of the games I'll eventually be getting my hands on are M rated. Aww whatever. Who gives a damn about bloody ratings anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7:49 PM .&lt;/div&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/6895184498701951236-33817043474230659?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/33817043474230659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/33817043474230659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/360-fever.html' title='360 FEVER !'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SSSt8UEoVyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/x5m899j4cb4/s72-c/gearsofwar2_marcus_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8554681504458104264</id><published>2008-11-18T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:46:50.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 15th Birthday Danny, or should I say, DICKIES!!</title><content type='html'>Mwahahahaha. Attended Danny's joyous b'day party yesterday. Arrived at Eastvale Condominium at around half past four in the evening to find Jiayang loitering around the playground. Soon I found myself in Danny's bedroom watching gengting own guang in a 2D fighting game with his spasm clicking ps2 technique(literally). Oh, Danny's poor ps2 controller. I don't know how but moments later I was forced into getting some ice cubes for the party from cheers. Danny said he 'needs me the most for this' -.- I should've replied that I'm not as strong as I used to be due to my crippled, twisted, shattered, &amp;amp; dislocated right elbow. Maybe that'd see me some pity. Jiayang &amp;amp; I helped to carry the ice across the road.(some drama la..) The journey was much more of a hassle than I had expected; my shoelaces somehow untied themselves, &amp;amp; I had to carry 2 bags containing melting ice while jaywalking across the busy road. Ah, heck. I was to glad to help the b'day boy.The Potato, Gengting, &amp;amp; Guang came down from Danny's apartment shortly after, &amp;amp; we decided to get ourselves some drinks before finding a table by the poolside. In just about 5 minutes, The Potato, Daren, Samuel, Gengting, &amp;amp; myself were already talking cock, &amp;amp; we guffawed rowdily as we joked. The main topic of discussion was entirely about Danny's suggestive tee, with the word DICKIES in capital alphabets, big &amp;amp; clear in the middle of his milk coloured shirt. Because of his shirt, which Danny wore maybe to attract attention, we decided to call him DICKIES for the rest of the Sunday. Jiayang &amp;amp; guang sat with the girls at another table, &amp;amp; Izwandi arrived just as soon as DICKIES served us the bbq chicken wings. Izwandi sat at Jiayang's table with the girls for awhile before coming over to our table. Ziyang arrived late &amp;amp; followed Jiayang, Guang &amp;amp; some of the girls to get more ice. I heard that Seraphina lost her handphone along the way, but managed to find it with some of our friends' aid. After I helped with the 1st round of the ice cube collection, I decided to be lazy &amp;amp; stay put at my table for as long as possible, entertaining peeps with whatever nonsense i could think of, &amp;amp; apparently, with the help of Daren, Samuel &amp;amp; Potato, that became a success; I stayed put at my table till it was time for DICKIES to cut his b'day cake. When we went inside the room by the pool singing the various versions of happy birthday songs for danny while he cut the cake, it was so crowded I even felt it hard to adjust the hat I was wearing when I realized that it was coming off. I stood right next to my pal DICKIES as he cut his birthday cake SO SLOWLY we had to sing him at least 5 b'day songs before it was over &amp;amp; done. I laughed because at one point, only 1 person could be heard singing an alternate version of the birthday song hahas. We applauded, &amp;amp; after which, the time for us to get back to our respective table congregations arrived-the photo-taking session was too soon that we just had to scoot before even a single flash could capture anything.It was quite dark by the time we were done eating our small slices of DICKIES' b'day cake, &amp;amp; we sat by the poolside yapping nonstop with each other for company's sake. Guang had went home earlier at 7pm to celebrate his own b'day, &amp;amp; we all wished him happy b'day at the same time via sms. The topics we talked about varied; some of us were on with our dota/maple crap, others were just laughing their hearts out, some were in a world of their own daydreaming, &amp;amp; others just enjoyed the ambience &amp;amp; listened to the noise around them; a concoction of insane giggles, sarcastic gasps &amp;amp; shameless whispers. I noticed that many of us sported white or yellow to the party, with the occasional soul in grey or blue. Only guang was wearing black, as I can remember.About our attire; I KNOW, OKAY, I WAS A WEE BIT OVER-DRESSED.More than several of my buddies there were commenting on my matching beige hat &amp;amp; coat. If I'm not mistaken, here's what some of their reactions were, in the order said or done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zafran &amp;amp; Syafiq: "Chey, smart seh!"&lt;br /&gt;Gengting: "HAHAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Chua(a.k.a The Potato): "Dude, I want your hat"&lt;br /&gt;Daren: "Adib, gimme your hat, I wan play!"&lt;br /&gt;Weiguang: He was walking around wearing my hat.&lt;br /&gt;Weiguang: "Cool."&lt;br /&gt;Clinton: He attempted to take the hat off of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Seraphina: "Adib, nice."&lt;br /&gt;Jiayang: Said something in chinese about the nice clothes the guy infront of him was wearing to a big bunch of greenviewans, mostly to those who were from 3e1 &amp;amp; 3e2.(obviously me.)&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: "Adib wear the hat look like detective, potato wear look like upside down frying pan."&lt;br /&gt;Ziyang: "Doode, lend me, I wanna wear."&lt;br /&gt;Gengting: "LOL Adib you walk with your cap like that look like blind man."&lt;br /&gt;Danny: "I see a Sherlock Holmes."&lt;br /&gt;Potato: Wore it for quite some time, &amp;amp; thus my uber-thick &amp;amp; wavy hair was exposed.&lt;br /&gt;Potato: Made some Mr.Ng-like afro hairdo using my hat&lt;br /&gt;Jiayang: "Detective."&lt;br /&gt;Gengting: "Show me your C.I.D card"&lt;br /&gt;Ziyang: "Eh take off your jacket la, I wan try wear with your hat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I had no idea a hat could invite so many praises(well a couple of them were not praises, mind you); I should wear it more often, along with my coat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the jokes there were rather offensive, while others were healthy fun. An example of an offensive jokes was when Daren kept chuckling at the few topless fat guys with conspicuous pot bellies in the pool really loud &amp;amp; obviously. An example of a lame joke by me which made everyone who heard it then roar with laughter was when DICKIES served us some satay, &amp;amp; since DICKIES didn't give me an answer whether the satay were halal or not, I acted a fool &amp;amp; asked the satay, "Hey, are you HALAL??? I beg your pardon, can you hear me, ARE YOU HALAL?????" in a funny american accent. Gengting was super quiet when we were talking amongst ourselves in the big group, with a good number of people he wasn't quite familiar with. That wasn't the case, however, when we adjourned to Ehub, where he suddenly kept saying alot of the word 'stupid'. A hopeful Jiayang was to get something to munch on, but DICKIES ended up saying we went there just to go to the toilet, &amp;amp; not a single restaurant was there left to satisfy Jiayang's hunger. &amp;amp; so, we bid half of our group of friends farewell as they went home, &amp;amp; me, Izwandi, Gengting &amp;amp; Ziyang walked home after listening to some songs &amp;amp; spending the last bit of the day with our great pal, DICKIES. Jiayang was pretty upset that Danny did not take care of his food needs LOL.I'm kinda sad that all the manic laughter kept me busy the whole party, &amp;amp; thus I forgot to take even a single photo. =( Oh, whatever. The experience was more than I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the b'day boy 10 bucks as his 'first present' &amp;amp; promised to get him something else as well later on cause I hadn't the time to shop for a gift for him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we perspired alot walking home since Ziyang's mom wanted him to be home by 11pm. His mom would lock the door if he wasn't back by then LOL. Shattered the near-midnight silence with some music from our phones &amp;amp; parted ways at elias mall; Ziyang was still up for having supper at macs despite it already being past 11, &amp;amp; I thought I had heard him mention that he was already "too full". Oh well, the things even the slightest excercise does to a person. I was too drained to hike up the hill to my terrace, so I phoned home &amp;amp; asked whether my mom or dad could fetch me from elias road, which was only down the hill lol. Surprisingly, my dad, ill with the flu, actually got out of bed to fetch me from where I was; less than a kilometre away from home. I'm thankful for having such a caring father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, my eyes feel as though they're about to pop out &amp;amp; drop off now; I've been up since the time I arrived home from DICKIES' party at about half past 11 before midnight, &amp;amp; I stayed up with my xbox. I can't believe I actually completed Halo 3's campaign on Heroic difficulty overnight; does that make me a hardcore gamer? Lol. I must admit I'm finally starting to feel drowzy, after all, my sleeping time for the hols now is completely altered; its usually from 9am till 5pm for now.. but I have to improve on my sleeping habits eventually... or I'll never be able to focus on anything when the sun is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end off, I would like to wish my maid who has went back to her hometown &amp;amp; whom we probably won't be seeing again, all the best in everything you do, we thank you for serving us for the past 3 years, it has been a good experience for both; &amp;amp; I do hope you'll forgive us for all our wrongdoings &amp;amp; injustice towards you in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off(to bed now), Morning Everyone! =D&lt;br /&gt;*(AHhhHhhHhhhHhHhhHHhHHH AT LAST I'M DONE CHIONGING THIS POST)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:48 AM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8554681504458104264?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8554681504458104264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8554681504458104264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-15th-birthday-danny-or-should-i.html' title='Happy 15th Birthday Danny, or should I say, DICKIES!!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-4129558988380182511</id><published>2008-11-17T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:59:04.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impetuosity</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days, I've been behaving quite incongruously with my quirky idiosyncracies, perhaps due to the overdose of activities &amp;amp; poor sleep I've had. Went out with my cuzzies AGAIN on Friday evening to have lunch at Burger King. AGAIN, my mom was the one who pretty much planned the whole thing, which didn't turn out to be good for much. After lunch we were supposed to head straight back home &amp;amp; not vary our route whatsoever, but my mom made sure that that never happened. Upon turning into Pasir Ris from one of the most-went by exits along the expressway, I have no inkling what went on in my mom's head, but we went straight instead of turning left, missing our exit. Mom said she was "pranking" us, but I knew what was really going on when we missed another 4 more exits we should've taken; mom obviously either was too hyper or lacked sleep. The next thing we knew, we were heading to Hougang. Bored, we did lots of ridiculous stuff in the car, pulling prank calls &amp;amp; taking dorky pictures as we went. Since SOMEBODY had to take a leak, we stopped by my sis' school, TKGS, &amp;amp; wasted half an hour there waiting in the car, trying to amuse ourselves for a little while. My sis wasn't in her 'gila' mood then cause she was embarrassed someone who knew her in her school would see. We teased Iqbal as he "went out of the car to get some air" &amp;amp; insinuated that the pious lad was actually peeking at girls outside. Ultimately, even though we could've avoided wasting a good 2 hours unintentionally sidetracking, it was a fun experience nonetheless. I bonded with my family even more(or less) during the long day. In the end, we arived home at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is one of MY dorkzilla pics taken in the car..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SR8ckZKUkgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vzGwEJcnIiI/s1600-h/Photo6675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268961500601815554" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SR8ckZKUkgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vzGwEJcnIiI/s320/Photo6675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I look NERDY/DORKY, whatever. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Here, A pic of my Sis &amp;amp; Cousin (Sis, you look very chinese with those geeky specs.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SR8hWCpUVGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rZ4Zlk1N_xs/s1600-h/Photo6676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268966751597778018" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SR8hWCpUVGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/rZ4Zlk1N_xs/s320/Photo6676.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Credits to my cousin's dorky glasses &amp;amp; my beige hat &amp;amp; red&amp;amp;black striped tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, the things boredom do to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a relatively average day, sent Ashraf off from terminal 1 EARLY in the morning, had prata for breakfast, &amp;amp; Aslam is sleeping over at my house. Hakeym came over at around noon to study for his remaining 'A' Level papers, while Aslam did his poly assignments. Me? I practically dosed off till 5pm, when Hakeym, Aslam &amp;amp; I played some xbox. I'VE YET TO GET 2 MORE CONTROLLERS! That way, it'd be so much more fun when others come over. If only 2 folks playing multiplayer assure smiles &amp;amp; laughter, then I can't wait for 4 players. I'm planning to stay awake now so as to fetch my dad from the airport at around 4.45am, where I shall also buy Danny's birthday gift. When I get home I'll prolly sleep till 3pm, &amp;amp; from there, prepare for Danny's BIG Birthday party. I'm assuming that a lot of peeps(including many I'm not acquainted with) will be attending his Birthday Bash, so we'd better prepare to meet some good new people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's about it for today's post. I'll blog about Danny's Birthday Bash tomorrow, since I'll prolly be at his house celebrating his B'day till about 11pm tonight anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'd like to wish my pal, KZY, A late Kudos on getting your Zakum Helmet! You've made me feel like playing maple again -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3:18 AM .&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/6895184498701951236-4129558988380182511?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4129558988380182511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4129558988380182511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/impetuosity.html' title='Impetuosity'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SR8ckZKUkgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/vzGwEJcnIiI/s72-c/Photo6675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8019715380261340668</id><published>2008-11-12T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:53:45.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've really screwed around with the day &amp; night cycle.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the more enjoyable days this year had to offer; went to changi airport's Swensens with my cousins, Ashraf, Iqbal &amp;amp; Adibah, &amp;amp; my mom &amp;amp; sis. It feels a tad weird when teens like us go out with a middle-aged adult, but since my mom is a teacher who deals with students our age herself, the outing went quite well. We got along just fine together, cracking jokes(some not even funny) along the way. Swensens must make a great deal of profit from their fish&amp;amp;chips, since everyone seems to be ordering just that EVERY SINGLE TIME I go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pic we hesistantly "posed" for at Swensens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRqbrSOSEFI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y7lFoGo4MOI/s1600-h/DSC06395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267693882091638866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRqbrSOSEFI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y7lFoGo4MOI/s320/DSC06395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emo, The Chicken, &amp;amp; The Cleric. (Very BLURRY, I know, I'm able to see that for myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pardon how retarded we looked, we had just accomplished the forced task of having to gobble up every single morsel of food; felt like we were about to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner &amp;amp; some ice cream, we adjourned to the Times Bookstore on the 2nd level of T2. Wasted a good half an hour there trying to find a present for my Granddad's upcoming birthday.The cousins &amp;amp; I had some laughs looking at small gifts we "should" give our friends for their respective birthdays. One of them made me laugh. The card read, "Happy Bithday, Sweet LITTLE Thing". Notice how I've highlighted the word little in bold. That'd be such a perfect present for a certain someone I know, who is LITTLE but isn't sweet at all. I wonder which of the words, sweet or little would agitate him more, due to his ego of gargantuan proportions.Ah, that aside, I'll continue with my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after that very filling meal at Swensens, a couple of us intended on going to the Coffee Bean for some cool ice-blendeds. Everyone had a beverage that was either chocolate or coffee-based except me.I had the ice-blended berry smoothie or something like that. We discussed about how we would insert photos into the standing family tree with hanging frames for the photographs we got for Granddad as his birthday present while taking small sips from our delightful drinks. My mom talked about some rather sensitive &amp;amp; solemn topics(maybe sensitive &amp;amp; solemn to us but not to them since middle-aged adult minds work differently from ours) which silenced everyone. Heh. I guess she's good at adding to the tension instead of breaking the ice during conversations, particularly during group discussions.In the end, all of my cuzzies decided to sleep over at my house, since it was getting late. We played some xbox when we got back, albeit how fatigued we were after our little outing. My sis immediately fell asleep, so too bad for Adibah. We prank-called Adibah's "friend" who had kept prank-calling her, as revenge. The idiot kept answering our calls; we dialled his number &amp;amp; when he answered it, we played ridiculous songs to prank him; barney's song, the power rangers' theme, &amp;amp; rick roll are a few examples.It's pretty wicked prank-calling people when it's 2am in the morning; prank-calling is so much fun until you actually get caught for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iqbal &amp;amp; I played a bit of Halo 3 before hitting the sack at around 4am. As a result, I got up 2 hours late for my tuition which was supposed to be at 10am. Knowing that it was kinda pointless to continue with tuition today, I apologized to my tutor via sms &amp;amp; went straight back to sleep. My sleep was disturbed at least a dozen times by smses &amp;amp; phone calls from various peeps, in particular my mom.She kept on calling me to wake up &amp;amp; get ready for tuition arranged to be at 1pm, since I overslept. I glanced at my clock; it was already 12:30pm. Irritable &amp;amp; sleepy, I decided to shut the world out &amp;amp; went into my "deep sleep" mode. When I felt that the coast was clear, I checked my caller ID, &amp;amp; here are the list of people who phoned/smsed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tutor(10:45am)&lt;br /&gt;My mom(called at least several times)&lt;br /&gt;Adibah's prank-caller&lt;br /&gt;An unknown number 91757863&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I decided to go to sleep again, my dad phoned me &amp;amp; asked me to go for tuition as well, and said he was right in the middle of a meeting -.- If he was, why would he go through all that trouble just to wake me up for tuition? I know he's my dad, but it was already nearly 1pm.Just when I thought that I was in deep shit with my folks for not attending tuition today, my mom phoned me &amp;amp; told me that tuition today would be cancelled &amp;amp; left for tomorrow, since my tutor couldn't make it today.I apologized countless times, &amp;amp; I was sincere. I mean, I haven't slept for 2 whole days previously.Even guys need their beauty sleep, I guess. In the end I, hibernated through most of today, &amp;amp; despite numerous other UTTERLY ANNOYING wake-up calls from my maid, my sis &amp;amp; my mom, I managed to have a few more hours of significant sleep &amp;amp; awoke at 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoided Conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Ashraf, Iqbal &amp;amp; Adibah for their company yesterday.(although Adibah &amp;amp; Iqbal are currently still here at my house, eating pizza we just ordered -.-)It truly made my day, if not my&lt;br /&gt;entire week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:05 PM .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8019715380261340668?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8019715380261340668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8019715380261340668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-really-screwed-around-with-day.html' title='I&apos;ve really screwed around with the day &amp; night cycle.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRqbrSOSEFI/AAAAAAAAANo/Y7lFoGo4MOI/s72-c/DSC06395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5000928911331198307</id><published>2008-11-11T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:13:24.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*SINFUL*</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I got tagged by both Chear &amp;amp; Iskandar, so I guess I've no choice but to answer this list of questions. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Do you have secrets?- C'mon, would you tell your MOM how you &amp;amp; your girlfriend kissed at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?- Absolutely not. I think Hawaii would sink if I ever turned GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school?- Only the part when you get to mingle with your friends &amp;amp; get to know more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your current dream job?- A psychologist. So I can read peoples' thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?- My best friend is a guy, so that'd be an absolute NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?- Being loved, coz it's kinda sad if you love someone and they don't love you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Will you forgive the person who had played around with your feelings?- If I knew that person to be immature by nature, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you like knows you like him/her, what would be your reaction if he/she said yes?- I think I'd melt on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that made you extremely angry?- When my neighboors' dog wouldn't stop barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes up most of your time?- For now, it's SLEEPING &amp;amp; Xbox-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?- A 25 year old man who has mastered the art of fluent english speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is/are currently the most important person/people to you?- Definitely my Family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is/are the most important thing(s) in life?- Too aplenty to list, but getting to heaven in the afterlife is the top priority. I'd say Love, Companionship, Inspiration, Health, &amp;amp; Wealth. NOT FORGETTING MUSIC. Life would've been renamed as 'Boring' had music never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?- I'll never know until I'm actually engaged to someone =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What your favourite colour?- BLACK (I'm not black, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give your all in a relationship?- Depends on whether it's worth giving it my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?- I'm not fickle. The chances of that happening are low. ..chey hahas xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?- I'll try my best to forgive, but I'll never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will you confess to the person you like/love?- Perchance, depending on whether I've plucked up all of my courage to do so or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The 5 peeps I'm gonna tag from here are probably:&lt;br /&gt;1)Izwandi&lt;br /&gt;2)Danny&lt;br /&gt;3)Jiayang&lt;br /&gt;4)Potato&lt;br /&gt;5)Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.... I've the sudden hankering for ICE-CREAM!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH speaking of which, I remember my Mom calling sweet delicacies 'SINFUL' coz of how fattening they are. Whatever, as long as I know my boundaries, anything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ice-cream is much much much MUCH more tantalizing than blogging, I'm gonna stop here to fetch myself a few scoops of chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty Night All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:01 AM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con'td..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:18 AM .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm wondering whether I should call myself an owl or a zombie. Perhaps I'll call myself an owl, since even after staying up endless nights, I've developed no eyebags at all, to my utmost delight.I haven't got any sleep for the last couple of days which is starting to make me believe that I'm suffering from "Holiday-Term" Insomnia, since I'm still wide awake right now, despite not sleeping for at last 49 hours.I spent nearly the entire night looking through some old photos, singing along to my favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my old photos, I'm amazed at how much I've changed over the years... well, physically at least.That's quite expected; after all, I went down about 20kg &amp;amp; up about 20cm since my last days in primary school.I don't even look like the old me anymore at all!No wonder even all of my old buddies fail to recognize me when I see them around the neighbourhood nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic of me taken about a month ago... Current stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRkFsOhaf_I/AAAAAAAAANg/pEX-J_rV8V8/s1600-h/Photo6611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267247496557133810" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRkFsOhaf_I/AAAAAAAAANg/pEX-J_rV8V8/s320/Photo6611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Here the following OLD photos are, only a tiny portion of the many pics taken donkey years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRjqXmxCsNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-BnVNTF1WdU/s1600-h/Photograph004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267217455473930450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRjqXmxCsNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/-BnVNTF1WdU/s320/Photograph004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in primary one. Don't question the background, I know it sucks.(&amp;amp; I know I was oversized for a P.1 kid.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj6VnZ8aWI/AAAAAAAAANI/dJe6uhTk6aI/s1600-h/Photograph010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235013471791458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj6VnZ8aWI/AAAAAAAAANI/dJe6uhTk6aI/s320/Photograph010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRjqecJROFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HCI3du1vXg8/s1600-h/Photograph006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267217572881840210" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRjqecJROFI/AAAAAAAAAMY/HCI3du1vXg8/s320/Photograph006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sis looked better back then. Heh. I'm so mean. Sorry sis, I just HAD to include this x) You WERE too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267217647085952306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRjqiwk6HTI/AAAAAAAAAMg/TcfKqq_-i_0/s320/Photograph007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasir Ris beach back in its glory days during neap tide, exposing more of the shore; before they ever decided to reclaim land there, thus its ruin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRjqSoCXemI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VActhqPT_GM/s1600-h/Photograph002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267217369915685474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRjqSoCXemI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VActhqPT_GM/s320/Photograph002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most adored Pet Rabbit, Cornflake, 2 years old in this picture, who Departed Peacefully on the 5th of November 2008. He lived for about 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj3DovWXhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YPJj7INgQ-g/s1600-h/Photograph003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267231406057479698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj3DovWXhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/YPJj7INgQ-g/s320/Photograph003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football at its Finest. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj5HVyptmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bG3y0lMZFAA/s1600-h/Photograph012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267233668713789026" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj5HVyptmI/AAAAAAAAAM4/bG3y0lMZFAA/s320/Photograph012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting as though swings were only just invented ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj5qo6_rTI/AAAAAAAAANA/DwJuuFdzuKU/s1600-h/Photograph008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267234275144478002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj5qo6_rTI/AAAAAAAAANA/DwJuuFdzuKU/s320/Photograph008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kinda looked like characters from an Anime to me O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj62dlqirI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XEPkzjCkXZI/s1600-h/Photograph009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267235577772280498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRj62dlqirI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XEPkzjCkXZI/s320/Photograph009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mafias gathering in my backyard. illegal gambling. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the good ol' times, my childhood was definitely full of smiles, unlike now. However, I still prefer my life now. These are old. REALLY OLD. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astalavista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-5000928911331198307?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5000928911331198307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5000928911331198307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm.html' title='*SINFUL*'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRkFsOhaf_I/AAAAAAAAANg/pEX-J_rV8V8/s72-c/Photo6611.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-6606802861185035648</id><published>2008-11-10T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:12:15.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's victory as president-elect was imminent.. LMAO</title><content type='html'>Hola! Today I'm gonna share something hilarious which was all over the media recently, &amp;amp; since I've not been blogging about this earlier this november, I think I'd share with all who've not been aware of this. Although most of you who actually bother about current affairs would definitely have heard this, I'll just post this video which I came across a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a recording of how Sarah Palin, who was with McCain running for Vice President, got pranked(rather badly) by 2 comedians. Her conversation with 'Nicolas Sarkozy' proves how America dodged a bullet by not having McCain as their 44th president, otherwise they'd have a complete BIMBO as their Vice President.Quite scary having such a shallow thinker leading your country hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PALIN GOT PRANKED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbEwKcs-7Hc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QbEwKcs-7Hc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Mrs Go-vert-nor!", "I just love killing toes ani-mals! Mm-mm! Take away life! Taht is so fun!", "Except that from my ass, I can see Belgium", are some of the more amusing parts of this prank, apart from when 'Nicolas Sarkozy' talked about his wife in bed.For those who are loyal dogs of McCain &amp;amp; Palin, please, you gotta admit that this was some ridiculous shit.I mean, which kind of French President talks about such puerile topics to other political candidates; his wife in bed even?!? This is real, it IS the actual Palin, &amp;amp; has been featured on CNN as well.I just can;t believe how McCain could've picked such a poor candidate who would fall for such frivolous pranks. Also, just F.Y.I, the french song he wrote for Palin actually meant 'Red Lipstick On A Pig". ROFL. Hilarious. Stupid Americans voted for McCain, Smart Americans voted for Obama, Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 comedians, the Justiciers Masques, had been prank-calling many celebrities &amp;amp; political candidates recently &amp;amp; only 2 of them really fell for it. Can you guess?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, 2 of the greatest bimbos of the modern era, SARAH PALIN &amp;amp; BRITNEY SPEARS!&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess I'll be off to laugh at more of Palin's idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have officially become a member of the "PALIN FAN CLUB" since I realized that our dear Sarah didn't know that Africa is a continent, amongst other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-6606802861185035648?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/6606802861185035648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/6606802861185035648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-not-surprised-that-obama-won-lmao.html' title='Obama&apos;s victory as president-elect was imminent.. LMAO'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-5446151696104284001</id><published>2008-11-09T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:11:37.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tact.</title><content type='html'>I feel Like letting out all of the intense(maybe abit mawkish) emotion that has been contained, bottled up in me for far too long in this post; This will most likely be my longest, most boring post yet so don't murder me if I'm being very VERY draggy in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pitifully mundane kinda day for me. To start off, I've just came to notice something; that majority of us teens come across the word 'faggot' sometime in lower sec. We might've picked this word up even earlier on, in fact, depending on when &amp;amp; whom we've heard it from. I've been thinking, in a world where knowledge is very much sought after, this particular word &amp;amp; many other provocative words of this sort might most likely be known by even toddlers one day. Why? Because we humans just have to open our gaps &amp;amp; blab even when we've got nothing important or significant in the least to say. Even in writing, let's say a formal letter; in our anger we might even find ourselves writing a derogatory remark against the receiver &amp;amp; ultimately, end up being accused of writing a defamatory letter against the receiver, &amp;amp; to make matters worse, it's a formal letter. I can provide yet another example of us not knowing how to say things in a tactful manner, thus leading to circumstances which mar our own reputation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not intend on reading this very nasty section of todays' entry, please don't; I do not wish to spark a debate about the matter as it has already worsened to say much. I feel that I have the right to tell exactly what was going on when i came back to school after my MC for my serious injury. I will never know whether this person I'm ranting on about will ever stumble upon this entry by any chance, but to prove to him that I am not a 'COWARD' or a 'GAY' or even a 'FAGGOT', I'm gonna be a mean son of a bitch &amp;amp; mouth(okay, maybe not mouth, but type) everything to the world &amp;amp; finally enlighten all of those who actually believed his endless amounts of bull. This guy, I could tell, was a petty bastard. He always picked on many of my friends &amp;amp; myself since I even stepped into school's hellgates. However, up till now, the student he finds most pleasure in picking on is unfortunately, me.Recently, after my period of recovering from my crippled right elbow, I had an mc for being excused from physical education &amp;amp; that dingbat probably didn't catch any balls &amp;amp; said it was "okay for adib to resume normal P.E lessons", indicating his stupidity in not knowing how to be tactful at all, since who he was talking to was my mom, &amp;amp; he was violating my rights; going against the doctor's advice for me to halt any physical excercise. Due to his ludicrousy, we had no choice but to phone the Principal to inform him about this outrage, &amp;amp; I felt extreme jubilation that my parents would've taken legal action against the school's HOD for P.E had the matter not been dealt with accordingly.Even after being told off by the Principal, that asswipe continued to hound me in my remaining weeks of school. I knew what previous cocky army commandos are like; they aren't fearful of anything. Besides, he's got that rhino-like build with protruding man boobs, the barrel chested know-it-all who believes everyone should be ridiculed except him, just coz of his size &amp;amp; height. If you ask me, he's exactly the thing he himself mentioned, a "30+ year old man who behaves like a 6 year old".Proceedingly, I opted to stay in the counselling room during all of his P.E lessons. Little would I have known that he was belittling me &amp;amp; ruining my reputation; spewing heinous, obviously erroneous comments about me attempting to distance me from my own classmates.How childish; perhaps he was an abused child &amp;amp; had no friends in his childhood.Trying to get pretty with my parents, he even said, "adib is a good boy" over the phone to my mom.If i was such a 'good boy' to him, why the fuck does he pick on me all the time?He ain't related to me, he isn't even one of my parents' friends at all.All these claims that I'm 'Gay' / 'a Faggot' / 'homosexual' / 'a coward' are all ratshit.If I ever turn gay, I think Hawaii would sink &amp;amp; mount everest would crumble. There's a difference between bravery &amp;amp; stupidity.Going up against him when I've no support is even more humiliating even if I stand up against him; believe me, I've tried that before, he will use his outer-manliness to intimidate you, often by force.No matter what, Men are better off brainy than brawny in this modern era; we aren't adopting a primitive lifestyle anymore.Thus, I chose the 'diplomatic solution' with him &amp;amp; wanted to clear the air between us, yet he still chose to do it the Hard Way, so i stay put in the counselling room every wednesday morning when the rest of the class had P.E.I didn't really have any counselling, I just stayed in the room, away from his evil clutches.I find it rather frivolous that he keeps talking about homosexuals, as though he's so interested &amp;amp; concerned about them.So what about homosexuals? They're gay let them be. It's not up to you to decided whether they are potential transvestites or not. One time during the period of many hairchecks in school, he even picked on me even when i just cut my hair, following all of the dresscode rules. Pissed off, i decided to spite him back, &amp;amp; although for most cases you shouldn't fight fire with fire, but in this case, water just doesnt douse his fire. &amp;amp; So i succeeded; I kept my hair bloddy long till the last hour of school for the year, &amp;amp; even on the last day he tried getting me, he failed. Seeing the look of dissatisfaction on his face, I'm laughing on the inside, remaining calm on the outside. However, I know I'm on a rough road with him next year; I'm definitely one of his targets next year; thankfully next year's my final year in school's hell, so only one more year to endure.Also, I've been catching up with my poor academics lately as well, &amp;amp; I know I'll have to focus properly next year &amp;amp; do well for my O'levels(blah blah blah, you probably know the rest right?), as I've not been concentrating at all this year, particularly in my academics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, I hope that all you common haters of the fucker I've been ranting on about are satisfied with this masochistic piece of utterly LONG, insulting entry. For all my schoolmates, you should know who I'm referring to.Know that this is the truth regarding the fact of the matter. It doesn't involve anyone else except Me &amp;amp; the only person on this entire planet I have come to despise.. so.very.much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Have To Forgive That Harebrained Barrel-Chested Walking Boulder Someday, But I Definitely Won't Forget What He Did. To All Who Were Ridiculed &amp;amp; Humiliated By Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-5446151696104284001?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5446151696104284001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/5446151696104284001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/tact.html' title='Tact.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-8432976535852421133</id><published>2008-11-09T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:10:09.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alot has happened in my life since the last time I remembered posting anything.</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, here are a few things which've happened recently during the period of which I halted blogging for about more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I got my copy of Halo 3 BEFORE even getting my console, it cost me about 74 bucks minus the cheapo 90 cents discount the shopkeeper offered me -.-&lt;br /&gt;-I FINALLY got my xbox 360.&lt;br /&gt;-Got hooked onto Halo 3; completed the entire campaign on normal difficulty once with my dad &amp;amp; sis' co-op play, &amp;amp; once on my own overnight. (The Graphics were pretty right on)&lt;br /&gt;-Over the next few days, attempted my hunt for the 13 skulls found in campaign for Halo 3, &amp;amp; the 1 missing skull.(After doing some research on it I managed to locate all of them, thus unlocking the Hayabusa spartan armor, whether you're familiar with it or not.)&lt;br /&gt;-Began my tuition with my new Math Tutor, whose house is just walking distance away from TP. :P&lt;br /&gt;-Returned home after tuition that same day to find my beloved pet rabbit, Cornflake(DON'T ASK ME WHY I CALLED HIM THAT), DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;My Reaction? I'm not a gal, so obviously, I did not weep convulsively :P&lt;br /&gt;-Buried my most adored pet ever that lived for 5 years &amp;amp; 10 months in my Backyard, thankful to god for extending its short lifespan another 10 months. :(&lt;br /&gt;-Happy that I gave all the love I could possibly give to my pet in its pitiful life, regretful that I just HAD TO BE HAVING TUITION while it died, most probably of old age :(&lt;br /&gt;-Had an awful stomachache on Friday morning, most likely from eating low-quality INSTANT FOOD in the middle of the night again to satisfy my hunger while gaming 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;-Slept easily 14 hours on friday, from about 3am to 7pm, attempting to sleep away the stomach pains, &amp;amp; apparently I overdid it a little. heh.&lt;br /&gt;-I realize I've been gaming excessively after having wacked up dreams about HALO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of good news for me is that I'm getting 2 more new xbox 360 wireless controllers to bring multiplayer gameplay to a whole new level of enjoyment for 4! Okay, it's about time I end this post. My cuz is waiting downstairs for me to play Halo 3 with him HAHAHA ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-8432976535852421133?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8432976535852421133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/8432976535852421133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/11/alot-has-happened-in-my-life-since-last.html' title='Alot has happened in my life since the last time I remembered posting anything.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-2898885320950582545</id><published>2008-10-28T23:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:08:02.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despotic... RAWWWRR !!!</title><content type='html'>Arghhh... I'm all hyped up on finally getting an xbox360 &amp;amp; my parents just had to delay the excitement, saying that they ought to have a look at my results for this year in the book of doom before I'm allowed any new game consoles. Right now I just wanna get back my darn report book &amp;amp; retrieve my stolen freedom. Thanks be to god that I didn't end up wasting last Sunday &amp;amp; Monday, Deepavali, a public holiday(well for us sec threes its already a holiday anyhow. Slept over at my cousin's house after attending that wedding I mentioned of in the previous post. It was, literally, a REAL SLEEPOVER. If I could remember correctly, I had about 19 hours of sleep; dozed off at 5 in the evening on sunday &amp;amp; awoke at 12am, only to hit the sack again a couple of minutes later. The dream I had was really a macabre. However, it ended with epic humour. I dreamt about doomsday; how the sun set in the wrong direction, casting a sinister glare as it disappeared into the vermillion horizon; a mantle of scarlet red engulfing the sky, until the sun finally faded beyond our sight, as the sky transformed into a concoction of swirling milk white with a tinge of azure instead of the usual, daily intense cobalt at dusk; doomsday the obvious. It was indeed scary, but only up to the part where RONALD MCDONALD appeared oh so suddenly out of the abyss to sound the death-defining trumpet. Before waking up laughing my butt off the mattress, I remember catching a glimpse of the mac logo on the trumpet even. Truly hilarious. Was supposed to go fishing at east coast with my uncle, cousin &amp;amp; aunt but i guess i slept through most of the morning. When they returned home at around one-ish, i was glad i didn't tag along; they came back with even less than what they set out with. My cousin &amp;amp; I owned the little peeps of the house at halo &amp;amp; we attempted legendary level &amp;amp; somehow managed to progress quite abit lols. Invented a new method of killing each other at multiplayer; ramming vehicles into each other when one or another players' vehicle got turned over from the force of the collision. That kept us pretty much entertained; my cuz looked as tho he was having the time of his life despite his next 'O' level paper being on the following day. Also, on that Monday(Deepavali), I had this fucking migrain but wasn't pardoned from having to follow my aunt &amp;amp; uncle along with my sis &amp;amp; annoying little cousins, supposedly to the park, in order for my very distracted sec 4 cuzzin to focus on his revision at home. The weather was against us though, streaks of lightning tearing across the earl gray sky, the roaring of thunder being heard every so often. Instead, we resorted to playing lame frisbee(however you spell it) &amp;amp; badminton under the void deck. Having not excercised for such a long time due to my severe joint injury, I'm still feeling my joints aching right now even after just an hour of badminton soloing a couple of over-rated badminton prodigies yesterday.(my pri.school cousins who claim they're that good)Arrived home just in time for the evening news &amp;amp; my head was throbbing like beans in a shaker. Slept the migrain away &amp;amp; woke up in the morning to the smell of putrid, week old durians. Yuck. What could be more nauseating than the stench of stinking durians. Today, like i mentioned, was an utterly boring day. It wasn't even what i would consider a so-so day! My MSN's malfunctioning, my joints hurt, &amp;amp; I'm anxiously awaiting my goddamn report book which my mom'll be fetching tomorrow. I'd better prepare for yet another long lecture tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do know my blog posts are EXXXTREMEELYYY LOOOOOOONG.. :)&lt;br /&gt;My blogging very similar to writing compo hor? Kekekekeke 8D&lt;br /&gt;Gdnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-2898885320950582545?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/2898885320950582545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/2898885320950582545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/despotic.html' title='Despotic... RAWWWRR !!!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-3042316705277770910</id><published>2008-10-26T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:29:05.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN WITH BOREDOM! DOWN WITH BOREDOM!! DOWN WITH BOREDOM!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's gonna be 4am in half an hour &amp;amp; I'm still awake on my laptop. Perchance it's what I'm watching that's keeping me awake? (&amp;amp; No, if you've porno in your mind at this point, I suggest you think carefully before assuming that everyone who stays up late jacks off to hentai.) I've been watching an amusing range of videos, spanding from comedies to the occasional downright creepy or disturbing phantom sighting or the mass murder of rabbits to produce merchandise for Gucci.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just me, but once the clock strikes 12 at midnight, from then onward for as long as you're not getting any shuteye, even the silliest bit of poppycock can manage to get to you. You can't help but be affected by even clips you've seen before a gazillion times such as the infamous Rick Roll or The more recent "Batman On Drugs" vids. An Example Of The Aforementioned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkEurdqO7Tc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkEurdqO7Tc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Are The Raunchy(Or at least I'm insinuating so) Lyrics For The Song "Mr. Boombastic" Which Made Me Chuckle While Following Through With The Song along the way. I bet most of you already know about this song, which was originally by the Artist Shaggy in the 1990s, &amp;amp; was played in a particular scene in Mr. Bean's Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Boombastic&lt;br /&gt;What you want is some boombastic romantic fantastic lover&lt;br /&gt;Shaggy&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lover lover, Mr. Lover lover, girl, Mr. Lover lover, Mr. Lover lover&lt;br /&gt;She call me Mr. Boombastic say me fantastic, touch me on me back&lt;br /&gt;she say I'm Mr. Ro...mantic&lt;br /&gt;call me fantastic, touch me on me back she say&lt;br /&gt;I'm Mr.ro... Smooth just like silk&lt;br /&gt;Soft and coddle hug me up like a quilt&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lyrical lover no take me for no filth&lt;br /&gt;With my sexual physique Jah know me well built&lt;br /&gt;Oh me oh my well well can't you tell&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like a turtle crawling out of my shell&lt;br /&gt;Gal you captivate my body put me under a spell&lt;br /&gt;With your cus cus perfume I love your sweet smell&lt;br /&gt;You are the only young girl who can ring my bell&lt;br /&gt;And I can take rejection so you tell me go to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Boombastic say me fantastic touch me on my back she says I'm Mr&lt;br /&gt;Ro...mantic&lt;br /&gt;call me fantastic she touch me on my back she says Mr. boom&lt;br /&gt;boom&lt;br /&gt;boom&lt;br /&gt;Boombastic say me fantastic touch me in my back she says I'm Mr&lt;br /&gt;Ro...mantic&lt;br /&gt;call me fantastic touch me in my back she says boom&lt;br /&gt;boom&lt;br /&gt;boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee wheeze baby please&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you to an island of the sweet cool breeze&lt;br /&gt;You don't fell like driving baby hand me the keys&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take you to a place to set your mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;Don't you tickle my foot bottom ha ha baby please&lt;br /&gt;Don't you play with my nose I might ha chum sneeze&lt;br /&gt;Well you a the bun and me a the cheese&lt;br /&gt;And if me a the rice well baby love you a the peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your loving gal your loving well good&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving gal give it like you should&lt;br /&gt;Give me your loving gal your loving well good&lt;br /&gt;I want your loving gal you remember the woo&lt;br /&gt;Would like to kiss and carress&lt;br /&gt;Rub down every strand of hair on my chest&lt;br /&gt;I'm Boombastic rated as the best&lt;br /&gt;The best you should get nothing more nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Give me your digits jot down your address&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you confess when you put me to the test&lt;br /&gt;That I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gal your admiration if a tick me from the start&lt;br /&gt;With your physical attraction gal you know to feel the spark&lt;br /&gt;A man of few word naw go tell you no sweet talk&lt;br /&gt;Naw go laba laba laba and a chat pure phart&lt;br /&gt;I'll get straight to the point like a arrow or a dart&lt;br /&gt;Come lay down in my jacuzzi and get some bubble bath&lt;br /&gt;Only sound you will hear is the beating of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we will mmm mmm (kiss) and have some sweet pillow talk&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the stuff I'm indicating much emphasis on are mainly humour-based, there were also many other disturbing vids which in one way or another, reflected violence or acts of inhumane proportions, but since it's about 3 and a half hours from dawn, I'l save those tales for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon, I'll be present at a relative's wedding &amp;amp; will be sleeping over at my cuz's place for the night-it's considered morning now, I mean for today.(Ain't it awkward talking about this right now?!I SHOULD BE ASLEEP MYSELF NOW)I guess even with heavy dinners &amp;amp; just 4 hours of sleep daily, nothing much can be done to suppress my nocturnal gene. Heh. I'm such an owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-3042316705277770910?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3042316705277770910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3042316705277770910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-quite-as-powerful-as-tv-video.html' title='DOWN WITH BOREDOM! DOWN WITH BOREDOM!! DOWN WITH BOREDOM!!!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-7983552427437610731</id><published>2008-10-25T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:05:45.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories ..</title><content type='html'>Teacher : What's the hard outer casing of a tree's stem called?&lt;br /&gt;Student : Don't know sir.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Bark boy, Bark!&lt;br /&gt;Student : Woof Woof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, ok those were some random fiddlesticks. =_=&lt;br /&gt;~ In A Much Calmer Mood Compared To Yesterday, Reasons Unknown. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that since the unfortunate events this year for me are too aplenty to list, I'd settle for a change &amp;amp; post some pictures of the better experiences this year instead! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSYrjzQDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/khxORdpGedg/s1600-h/1_853674177l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998636173738034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSYrjzQDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/khxORdpGedg/s320/1_853674177l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changi Beach Fishing In May (Isolated area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSQmViFpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gInC0xweP1Y/s1600-h/Pal%60%27o%27s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998497332762258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSQmViFpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gInC0xweP1Y/s320/Pal%60%27o%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayang's Birthday Party Earlier This Year In February. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLjx-mtslI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gDpXj0VX_pg/s1600-h/Sync+Photik+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261017762480632402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLjx-mtslI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gDpXj0VX_pg/s320/Sync+Photik+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3e2 08` Formal Shot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLkBFBJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2LgaM0_kG0w/s1600-h/Sync+Photik+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261018021900179010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLkBFBJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2LgaM0_kG0w/s320/Sync+Photik+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3e2 08` Fun Shot =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSGvy2YNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p6h0InEAKpU/s1600-h/1_168521537l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998328072954066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSGvy2YNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p6h0InEAKpU/s320/1_168521537l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Goofing Off With My New Electric In March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSB-Jh1iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yPxLX6JNv0Y/s1600-h/1_867704181l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260998246026827298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSB-Jh1iI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yPxLX6JNv0Y/s320/1_867704181l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outing With Pals To Pasir Ris Park During The June Hols~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLQ3CpbOkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7exx57z8mbg/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260996958744164930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLQ3CpbOkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7exx57z8mbg/s320/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting Month Gathering At My House Before Breaking Fast&lt;br /&gt;(September)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLQe326MpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/m6-s5b2SNF4/s1600-h/untitled004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260996543531070098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLQe326MpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/m6-s5b2SNF4/s320/untitled004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry little cuz, I just had to post this XP&lt;br /&gt;(Pic Entitled: Falling with Style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLQLJrCcSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MpSDkwI_qZ4/s1600-h/Photo5340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260996204715733282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLQLJrCcSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MpSDkwI_qZ4/s320/Photo5340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spectacular Fireworks @ The Singapore Fireworks Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLPw_CG14I/AAAAAAAAAGg/o0lQogf73Rk/s1600-h/untitled003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260995755183101826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLPw_CG14I/AAAAAAAAAGg/o0lQogf73Rk/s320/untitled003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scandal ! *GASP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLPgf4q_cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8zrKMRIJyIU/s1600-h/IMG_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260995471944121794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLPgf4q_cI/AAAAAAAAAGY/8zrKMRIJyIU/s320/IMG_2627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation @ Kuantan Malaysia During June Hols ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLPKQKJL9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7TbFUz9v870/s1600-h/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260995089765314514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLPKQKJL9I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7TbFUz9v870/s320/IMG_3108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks Festival !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just too early for wishful thinking, but I seriously hope that things will go generally smoother next year as compared to this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm harking on the sick past, but I figured I'd just go ahead &amp;amp; list some of the Good, the Bad &amp;amp; the Ugly that's happened to me so far before school ended this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Desktop got shifted from the upstairs living room into my PARENTS' BEDROOM (BAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bought an ERG- 121C Onyx Electric Guitar Pack Including Amplifiers @ only $ 380! (Totally Awesome!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wasted at least $300 on Maplestory Pre-paids. (just stupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-An all rounded SUCKER in academics this year (You can tell from the word in BOLD.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Desktop got fucked up by viruses (Sad..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-June Holidays @ Hyatt Resort Hotel in Kuantan, M'sia. (GREAT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bicycle crash that changed my life forever (Ugleh)&lt;br /&gt;.Dented, Fractured, &amp;amp; Dislocated elbow (not very nice at all)&lt;br /&gt;.Surgery at CGH. (Horrific &amp;amp; traumatizing experience)&lt;br /&gt;.Titanium rod &amp;amp; screws inserted along elbow area, in right arm (It stings but it still makes me feel kinda cool.. 8D)&lt;br /&gt;.1 Month Recovery Period, Excused from SCHOOL (Bad? Are You Kidding Me?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;.Got to know that my duty for NS will be SLACKING( PES E). (You're a bloody gym rat if you say that that's BAD.)&lt;br /&gt;.Got to cream that tetek mepek a.k.a barrel chested army commando (Aljunied, DUH) when he asked me to do PE, Parents phoned him &amp;amp; lodged complaints against him. (FUCKING OWNT.)&lt;br /&gt;.Received money from others after they understood the severity of my accident &amp;amp; that it wasn't just your average fracture (Lol?)&lt;br /&gt;.EXCUSED FROM PE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR &amp;amp; NO MORE NAPFA FOR ME EVER AGAIN! (YEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAWW)&lt;br /&gt;.Can't do Pull ups &amp;amp; Sit&amp;amp;Reach (Kinda sad case =()&lt;br /&gt;.5-7 years for complete recovery (for matters concerning trauma to my crippled elbow joint)&lt;br /&gt;.Will face problems when going through metal detectors at airport checkpoints (=.= zZzZzzZz)&lt;br /&gt;.Will need to be careful near strong electromagnetic forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ESCAPED AUTHORITY'S UNRELENTING PERSISTENCE when fucking school tried to get me for my long hair. (IN YOUR FACE discipline crappers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Managed to get promoted to sec 4 &amp;amp; will be in 4e2 next year albeit not studying much at all &amp;amp; pitiful academic performance this year (Abliss =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Defeated rival(s) in scoring better for English (Woots. Namely you Nicholas Leong, DON'T YOU DENY IT; HA-HA JEALOUS! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maplestory character that was played over the course of a year got hacked&lt;br /&gt;.xCr0sSb0n3sx, LvL 90 DK, Was Hacked by FUCKIN' conniving RomanTik DK &amp;amp; GAYLORD MOFO hanchyuan123 NL on The 16th of October 2008 @ 8pm. (FUCK YOU, DICKLESS HACKERS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is just the tip of an iceberg I'm listing, obviously I won't talk about every single smile or frown of every boring day lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios Peeps ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-7983552427437610731?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/7983552427437610731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/7983552427437610731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/memories.html' title='Memories ..'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SQLSYrjzQDI/AAAAAAAAAHY/khxORdpGedg/s72-c/1_853674177l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-4384521792568121601</id><published>2008-10-24T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:04:59.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A retrograde to misanthropy..</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling more &amp;amp; more secluded from the world, needless to say reality. The holidays have just kicked off, but they've failed to deliver much excitement or thrill right when they did. The past 2 days with my stressed out, workaholic mom hadn't been brilliant to say the least. It's hard to satisfy a middle-aged woman, I've gotta admit. Much to my consternation, she might just detonate at even the slightest err of mine. One really significant piece of knowledge that I've gained from a parent who's a teacher is to not even consider becoming one yourself in the future. Believe me, no matter how much i despise a certain few teachers, I can't help but sympathize with them; the amount of stress they're forced to tolerate is comparable to scales similar to that of a mountain peak. Having one as a mom has its pros and cons. Although others would say that having a parent who's a teacher is useful as you can gain much knwoledge from them, it also hurts to see your folks returning home from work looking drained &amp;amp; moody. It really sucks to see your parents with dissatiated frowns on their faces with the word "Sigh.." written all over thier lips without them having to even utter a single word. Sometimes when I'm aware of my parents' malcontent, I look at them and think "I'd rather sit alongside bedraggled peasants begging in a corner than watch my parents drown in their worry". The mood &amp;amp; atmosphere in the house definitely alters itself accordingly to the moods &amp;amp; feelings of its inhabitants. When even a single family member is feeling down or discontented, the whole family will feel it.(Well unless of course you were an abused child or just hate your family) I'm partly to blame for this, as they've already had to cope with bad days at work &amp;amp; school &amp;amp; I'm only adding to their sorrow by adamantly arguing with them non-stop even over the most trivial of matters &amp;amp; not focusing in school. My god. I was so selfish; I sacrificed their trust, love &amp;amp; happiness in order to shield my devastating ego. I've to rectify my faults against them, otherwise I may never get the chance to again. Recently, there've been quite a number of people who were loved ones to people I know who've passed away so suddenly.. I express my enormous gratitude to god that they weren't one of mine, &amp;amp; I sympathize with all those who lost their loved ones.May the fallen rest in peace &amp;amp; disappear peacefully into the afterlife.All of the events that have been happening around me as well, including a friend of mine's maplestory character getting hacked, Ziyang still aching from his traumatizing gastric flu &amp;amp; Danny being disallowed his computer to go online have all made me even more lugubrious as I'm conforming to all of the sorrow around me. At times like these I only wish for there to be joy, &amp;amp; I need to appreciate &amp;amp; cherish every single moment of ebullience that time has to offer.The video below, "Waking The Demon" By Bullet For My Valentine, Depicts how I'm feeling right now about all of the shit that's been happening around me lately.I just feel like screaming aloud; I'm angry because I'm frustrated &amp;amp; confused.. I just hope for things to get better. I realize that one is indeed affected by the aura of swirling emotions emitted by the people around him. If its hatred, even the happiest person initially can be turned over at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDqcyEAv-ds&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KDqcyEAv-ds&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Everyone, &amp;amp; be as HAPPY AS A LARK whenever the opportunity, because happiness never stays, unlike hatred that lingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-4384521792568121601?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4384521792568121601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/4384521792568121601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/retrograde-to-my-misanthropic-self.html' title='A retrograde to misanthropy..'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-2585166371997601310</id><published>2008-10-24T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:02:52.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>I'll be seeing myself doing these things (&amp;amp; Hopefully Accomplishing At Least Most Of Them) during the 2-month long holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gaming &amp;amp; Being Online (Com/MSN 24/7, Game Consoles Are Your Best Friends!)&lt;br /&gt;- Jamming &amp;amp; Learning To Play More Songs&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Movies &amp;amp; Comedies&lt;br /&gt;- Practising More Mawkish Singing :P&lt;br /&gt;- Fishing&lt;br /&gt;- Chilling With My Buddies (Outings At The Park/Beach)&lt;br /&gt;- Expanding My Knowledge Of English (Reading Dictionaries, The Usual Stuff, Etc.)&lt;br /&gt;- Attempting The Occasional TYS/Practice Papers&lt;br /&gt;- Reading &amp;amp; Researching Lots Of Interesting Facts, e.g "9/11's Conspiracy"&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday Assignments (Including The Endless Filing -.-)&lt;br /&gt;. Pure Chemistry TYS MCQs&lt;br /&gt;. English REP passage reading&lt;br /&gt;. HISTORY PROJECT (Appeasement Policy - WW2)&lt;br /&gt;- Trip To Jakarta With Cousins&lt;br /&gt;. Going To My Uncle's House For The Final Time&lt;br /&gt;. Shopping! (For New Clothes, Accessories)&lt;br /&gt;. Island &amp;amp; Boat Fishing (Most Probably)&lt;br /&gt;- Quite A Bit Of Catching Up To Do For E.Maths&lt;br /&gt;- Getting 2 New Pairs Of School Pants (The Ones Now Are Too Loose &amp;amp; Baggy!)&lt;br /&gt;- Preparation For Secondary 4 (New Books, Better Schoolbag, Pencil Case &amp;amp; Stationery, Etc -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Quite The List. I Just Hope I Can Keep To It, Though. =/&lt;br /&gt;Happy Spending Your Holidays Peeps! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-2585166371997601310?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/2585166371997601310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/2585166371997601310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-seeing-myself-doing-hopefully.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-6882687081366743449</id><published>2008-10-22T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:01:41.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment I've been waiting for.. &amp; not waiting for.</title><content type='html'>1 day to go before hell finally freezes over. Still, I'm still kinda anxious awaiting my overall academic results for the year 2008, in 3e2.Although I know I'm gonna be promoted to sec 4, I fear what my parents will think when that little green book is firmly in their hold.To prepare for the inevitable, I've told them I don't give a hoot about my results this year, and that the main thing was in scraping through to move up to 4e2 next year.I know I've alot to do to catch up during this 2 month long holiday.Apart from movie marathoning, outings to the park with pals, hours on my new console, friends coming over for tea and such, I guess I'd be bucking up on my weaker subjects, notable BLOODY MATHS &amp;amp; pure chemistry.I'm definitely gonna drop a maths now, if not first thing next year; it's simply pointless now.All that will remain will be the detritus of my torn &amp;amp; tattered a maths textbook.In its place, Pure Literature shall rise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Guess I'll Share With You Folks A Pitifully Ludicrous Poem I Wrote Just Before The EOY Exams, Which Is Quintessentially A Concoction Of Idiocy &amp;amp; Nonsense. Credits Go To Jonathan Chua (A.K.A Potato/Jpc) For The Inspiration For This Spontaneous Shit (The Full &amp;amp; Slightly Altered Version) &amp;amp; Here It is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Potato,&lt;br /&gt;The Perfidious, Odd Potato,&lt;br /&gt;Who Resembles A Tomato,&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere &amp;amp; Anywhere He Has Been To.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budding Thrice Daily,&lt;br /&gt;Eating his Chocolate Dairy,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Of Vegetable Fairies,&lt;br /&gt;While Incubating Wild Cherries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting On His Throne Of Radish,&lt;br /&gt;He Will Simply Vanish,&lt;br /&gt;When He Catches Sight Of A Tasty Danish,&lt;br /&gt;Gobbling It Up In A Hasty Finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farming Potatoes As He Pleases,&lt;br /&gt;He Finds It Hard To Release,&lt;br /&gt;His Tiny Potato Faeces,&lt;br /&gt;Which He Excretes At The Expense Of Ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The End Of The Day,&lt;br /&gt;He Keeps Himself At Bay,&lt;br /&gt;Preparing Himself For May,&lt;br /&gt;During Which He Would Harvest Potatoes On A Tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick Of Prosaic Potatoes,&lt;br /&gt;He Sits There Staring At His Toes,&lt;br /&gt;As He Craves For American Burritos,&lt;br /&gt;Unaware Of An Incoming Tornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tornado Arrives &amp;amp; Around His Farm It Gyrates,&lt;br /&gt;Causing The Corpulent Farmer To Turn Irate,&lt;br /&gt;Until Finally The Tornado Turns Back &amp;amp; Whirls Out His Garden Gate,&lt;br /&gt;Producing Mashed Potatoes Of Top Grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleased With Himself,&lt;br /&gt;He Stashes The Mashed Taters On His Shelf,&lt;br /&gt;Assuring Himself He Is Not A Greedy Potato Elf,&lt;br /&gt;He Manages Only A Meagre Share For Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon Pot,&lt;br /&gt;Our Dear Old Potato Teapot,&lt;br /&gt;Always There To Be A Retard,&lt;br /&gt;With His Silly Craving For Mustard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alas Without The Lad,&lt;br /&gt;Everything On His Potato Farm Turned Bad,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Never Has There Been A Time So Sad,&lt;br /&gt;When The Noble Potatohead Ceased Being Mad.&lt;br /&gt;(Note: The Semi Completed &amp;amp; Original Version Can Be Found On Jpc's Blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Everyone! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-6882687081366743449?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/6882687081366743449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/6882687081366743449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/moment-ive-been-waiting-for-not-waiting.html' title='The moment I&apos;ve been waiting for.. &amp; not waiting for.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-7010060953000772770</id><published>2008-10-21T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:00:58.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless..</title><content type='html'>The past few days haven't been too great for me. After the hacking issue, I can't even put my mind to what I'm gonna be doing during the upcoming LONG end of year holidays. You guessed it, MAPLING. One thing I've come to realize about all of these online games is, there's just no end to it. Once you're hooked, you're hooked. &amp;amp; Don't you deny it. But when you finally experience a huge loss in the game, you'd understand how useless you are in recovering from the situation. You spend at least 2 years of your life forking out real cash to make life in the game better &amp;amp; more enjoyable. I finally realize how silly this is, especially when you get hacked. Not only do you lose your godly in-game stuff, you also lose REAL LIFE MONEY. I guess that's what's making me so upset over my losses in the game recently. Friends have told me to continue &amp;amp; rebuild or recreate my character, but I won't make the same mistake again. I've experienced something like this playing the same, free online game maplestory before. I've made up my mind that if i were to continue playing such a game where the temptation is there for you to blindly use real money(&amp;amp; it's not just 5 bucks I'm talking about here, but as much as a hundred per round of purchase), I must force myself to refrain from purchasing any more of those pre-paids. However, as I mentioned, the temptation is always there. The game is simply too addictive. Thus, I have decided to get myself a new game console, one which would satisfy my hunger for gaming, without jeopardizing my budgets. Right now my Dad's just agreed to foot most of the bill as he, too would be on the console whenever he feels like it, &amp;amp; I'm currently choosing between an xbox 360 &amp;amp; a ps3. Both are great consoles, but I can only pick one, obviously. Sigh.. at least I'll finally be getting cable TV as well. People have often questioned why is it that I live in a terrace &amp;amp; yet I've no SCV. Hmm.. I guess I won't be using my laptop as much this holiday!(But I'll still be on9 in msn, I almost ALWAYS am, if you've noticed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; Before I'm done tonight, I just thought I'd Share Some Of The Photos I Captured Within The First Week Of Hari Raya! *points down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3osNsh_0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/9B5-E8G7hC0/s1600-h/IMG_3543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259615786126933826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3osNsh_0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/9B5-E8G7hC0/s320/IMG_3543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Shot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3qfnfDRJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7CafdfyLslc/s1600-h/IMG_3544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259617768734672018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3qfnfDRJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7CafdfyLslc/s320/IMG_3544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Another Family Photo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3pNzk5C_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/eIWHOmD5yEQ/s1600-h/IMG_3550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259616363231120370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3pNzk5C_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/eIWHOmD5yEQ/s320/IMG_3550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Sis &amp;amp; Me (Bleargh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3p1zizS-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rP-Fb4mNt2k/s1600-h/IMG_3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259617050417122274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3p1zizS-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rP-Fb4mNt2k/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Real Candid, Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259617540497428386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3qSVPDT6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/eJNj_qKnS9E/s320/IMG_3608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Paternal Side Of The Family !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty - Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-7010060953000772770?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/7010060953000772770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/7010060953000772770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/clueless.html' title='Clueless..'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SP3osNsh_0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/9B5-E8G7hC0/s72-c/IMG_3543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-1778457648084803214</id><published>2008-10-20T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T17:00:23.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointment ~</title><content type='html'>Hell kinda sucked today, as usual.Before going to hell(any normal student should know what it is) today, just a single thought worried me-my long hair! I wondered if my fever that i caught on purpose last week would be in vain. Thankfully, there's like, only 3 days of hell this final week, and I don't think that that bird-like human &amp;amp; those whistling lunatics of hell would continue picking on us students for our long hair. Still, as a precaution, I fashioned a nerd do to school, just like on any other school day. I was in sheer bliss when I got out of the house; it seemed to be drizzling. When I thought that nearly all of my fears had been eradicated, I noticed that that strict falcon-ish principal of ours was just observing all of us in our class, and for one intense moment I thought for certain that he'd march into 3e2 &amp;amp; signal out those who had long hair after closely eyeing us. To my greatest joy, this never took place after we mumbled the school pledge, at all. We had our chemistry S.P.A today, &amp;amp; to be honest, I didn't really know what I was doing scribbling down my most likely erroneous answer for the mole question. I simply took a wild guess and there, in my answer, was monoatomic or some shit like that. All in all, I don't remember making any serious mistakes performing the practical(titration).We did nothing for mother tongue.Teacher wasn't present.During the last 2 periods, english, Mrs Chua got pissed at us for our complacent &amp;amp; overconfident attitude. I believe 2 people simply dosed off while she was going through our english paper 2(which I totally screwed up).This year, I can say one thing about my academics: It was a completely horrendous experience, &amp;amp; I definitely have to pull up my socks for next year; I'm quite confident about being promoted to sec 4, even though I failed at least 3 or 4 out of 7 of my subjects.I thank hell for having quite an easy promotion criteria as compared to other hells.About my english results which i got back today, you can congratulate me but please don't applaud me; I pretty much didn't even get close to my potential, and I didn't perform at my best, especially paper 2.I can remember myself drowning in my own dream world while I was attempting that paper.Thus, I only managed to clinch a mere pass: 26/50. Thankfully, paper 1, my speech somehow managed to get a 20/30 even though I struggled for time doing that section.The composition was fine, 24/30, but still, was nothing compared to my Sa1's 26/30 that I obtained before the end of the previous semester, &amp;amp; I didn't give it my all doing the papers, including ones for the various other subjects, most of which were studied meagrely for.Somehow, I managed a 36/40 for my oral despite chuckling for a brief moment during the oral exam thanks to a certain two friends of mine who were watching me take the test a table behind me in front of the library.So overall, I got a mere 67.6% for my EOY english result, top in class, but very disappointed.Adding to my stress was our dear Nicholas Leong, who as usual, was compensating himself due to his failure in getting a higher overall % for english than me.Personally, I feel that Mrs Chua has a heart for him, since she mentioned that 1 mark for any 1 component, let's say comprehension, was only about 0.4-0.6 marks in the total, and when he had an extra 3 marks added for his comprehension, she said that he would get a 67 or 68 overall?I'm just bewildered here.She just said that 1 mark for any component was only a small 0.xx, and yet she said that Nicholas could get a 67 or 68 from his 64.9.I know I may seem as though I'm envious, maybe I am, but I just feel that she's exaggerating abit too much. Danny aided me in calculating 1 mark in one component which was equal to approximately 0.625 mark(s) in the overall.Hence a 1 mark addition to the overall would give you an extra 0.625 marks to your overall. Since Nicholas got a 64.9 initially, he should get about 66.77 as his overall for the EOY english exams.Sigh... maybe it's just favouritism, a whole lot of exaggeration and contradiction on Mrs Chua's part. Anyways, Nicholas was going on blabbing about how Me &amp;amp; Everyone else are all 'INFERIOR' to him.Typical NICHOLAS LEONG.But somehow, I know deep inside, he's a good friend :) I returned Jiayang his 30 bucks today, but I wasn't able to pay gengting, as I realized that I had left most of my $$ at home. Sorry Gengting!&gt;&lt; I'll be sure to pay you on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-1778457648084803214?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/1778457648084803214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/1778457648084803214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/disappointment.html' title='Disappointment ~'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-3429132108419026129</id><published>2008-10-19T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:59:39.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from hell, &amp;amp; unless you're a teacher's pet, you'd be aware exactly what 'hell' it is that I'm referring to. Hell has been such a drag ever since the exams, beginning with when those annoying CAs started. No, allow me to correct myself; Hell has been a darn chore ever since I arrived in pre-school with my bloody pacifier. Everyday does not seem like a 'New Day' at all, and I don't blame god for that. With such a regimented, "just go through with it" life-style, it would seem difficult for someone to even enjoy a fragment of liberty without being completely criticized by other ignorant dicks without a life as 'slackers'. So VERY VERY VERY fortunately, now that the EOY exams have ended, hell seems to be less of a burden, (For example, during the preparations for it it was like being incinerated, revived, then incinerated &amp;amp; revived over &amp;amp; over again) &amp;amp; Now the load has certainly lessened. However, those unrelenting, spiteful devils managing hell still seem fit to shove burning coal up our arses &amp;amp; choke us with their demonic fruits. I tell you, if you're still completely clueless about what I'm rambling about, I suggest you stop thinking 'logically' or 'maturely' too much &amp;amp; have some fun with your pitiful imagination. Lols. I apologize for my insolence my dear sirs/m'aams, I simply fail to control my sadistic mind. Perhaps I should attend a few anger management classes. I advocate Einstein's rather affirmed ideology in which Creativity is the most important thing. On with the topic, I feel that those intrusive demons only add to our hatred &amp;amp; stress by forcing on us values we so adamantly refuse to inculcate; rather frivolous of them attempting to psycho us into doing stuff we do not wish to; the blind merely follow like cattle being rounded up by a sheepdog, the intelligent question why as to these things. Sigh... if only I could write this forever. These endless harangues regarding injustice in FUCKING SCHOOL, a much discussed topic indeed, but Im' afraid it's now time to take my leave(not for bed though), &amp;amp; I hope you have at least agreed with me on something in this hurtful prolix i have just chose to write as a verbose piece of utter ratshit. I apologize for being so vulgar in this post, amigos will understand I'm just pissed off &amp;amp; throwing my "TIRED &amp;amp; MOODY LA" tantrum. Period. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-3429132108419026129?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3429132108419026129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3429132108419026129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/10/hell.html' title='Hell.'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6895184498701951236.post-3398586617679010688</id><published>2008-09-04T15:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:58:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutations!</title><content type='html'>Greetings! Well, Good Evening. Aha... my first post. On a side note, I'd like to post a notice: Since I'm usually disallowed the privilege of the INTERNET on most weekdays, I shall be staying off blogging on Mondays-Fridays, &amp;amp; will only be an active blogger on weekends, unless it's a holiday. (Like it is now) I apologize for the inconvenience caused. (Although a wise man would know this causes hardly any severe inconvenience to others at all) Thank You &amp;amp; Adieu. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driven by Hate, Consumed by Fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6895184498701951236-3398586617679010688?l=thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3398586617679010688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6895184498701951236/posts/default/3398586617679010688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefloccinaucinihilipilificatious.blogspot.com/2008/09/salutations_04.html' title='Salutations!'/><author><name>&amp;lt; Adib &amp;gt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11921494213469136211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_I7j5aK_wSKY/SRitjl3tWtI/AAAAAAAAALY/3SLmidE3sJU/S220/Sync+Photik+(26).gif'/></author></entry></feed>
