<?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-1760665069314683167</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:26:45.508+08:00</updated><category term='post 1'/><title type='text'>PitCh bLacK</title><subtitle type='html'>A faLLen DarK AngeL's WorLd</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-2323545411945456826</id><published>2010-10-07T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:02:39.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People~~</title><content type='html'>For the pass "x" minutes, I've been pondering about something a friend of mine said a long time ago. Quote &lt;he&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I reviewed this, I can't help to feel that her friend is quite "cannot make it", "why like that one". However, a side of me thought deeper onto the issue and noticed that most people only seek out others in need of "something". Apparently, I do something like that as well. I believe its not something we can help. We are that way by nature, and we are unable, in my opinion, to do otherwise. Ask yourself when you seek someone out, definitely you want something from that person, be it small or big, real or emotional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just my penny worth of thoughts. I'm looking out to hear opinions as well, feel free to drop comments and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/he&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-2323545411945456826?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2323545411945456826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=2323545411945456826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2323545411945456826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2323545411945456826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-about-people.html' title='People~~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3463595896029644344</id><published>2010-09-28T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T01:18:49.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts about Direction</title><content type='html'>Many a times, I'd just neglect my blog as its not really important, or there isn't really anything really important to revelation to blog about. I would have to say that I feel kind of down (aka emo) as I feel like I've been doing nothing but shit all my life. I think a lot of time, when people have too much time on hand, they tend to do stupid things and think too much about life. Seeking too much into its meaning brought me into a vicious cycle of wants and things to do, however always, these thoughts brought me no where as it often ends with the line :"all these for? Nothing again?" Makes me feel that direction brings you back to no direction. Its really all becoming a complexity by itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't be talking about such philosophical stuff around here but I wonder why people don't talk about planning for 50 or 100 years later, long after they die, as if it mattered in the first place. But isn't that what long term planning actually meant? Probably that's why some humans are just against long term planning XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm back, hope its for good, I'll try to write something as long as anything good comes along. So hang around and make yourself @ home with whatever is left of this pitch black blog. I'll also try to revamp it asap (so to say, when I get the inspiration for design and other stuff to come along with the blog design)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3463595896029644344?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3463595896029644344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3463595896029644344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3463595896029644344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3463595896029644344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2010/09/thoughts-about-direction.html' title='Thoughts about Direction'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5471284385461962375</id><published>2010-03-12T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:24:30.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Lambert!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Suddenly thought of visiting my own blog page and though of updating it again. Its something that I forgot all about and remember only occasionally. (Do not doubt my short term memory). Just wanted to get you cuties out there to maybe drop by my facebook for my not so lagging thoughts as compared to my blog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Proceeding with today's impromptu topic, ADAM LAMBERT. I actually have nothing much to say about it, but I personally feel that his new (a few months old already thou) album is quite good. I really like his rocker style music thou I kinda disliked the album shot for the album "For Your Entertainment". Anyway, I think you guys should try it out anyway. Support his album, should be available at all most outlets near you. If you want a demo, try his official website. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That all for today! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5471284385461962375?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5471284385461962375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5471284385461962375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5471284385461962375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5471284385461962375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2010/03/adam-lambert.html' title='Adam Lambert!!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-1693051851780909182</id><published>2010-02-24T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:50:25.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INVICTUS</title><content type='html'>Recently been to the movies and caught a show that somewhat resembled "The miracle" (I have not watched The Miracle anyway, but I guess it'll be alike assuming their sports inspiring storyline), Invictus. I've got good reviews for the show in terms of inspiration, however, if you're seeking action, romance, comedy; I'm sorry but you're in the wrong theather. Personally, I found the show extremely inspiring and I've found the show pretty touching in terms of watching people fight for their dreams and so on. That's why for once, I've decided to blog a little on the show after finding the poem so often quoted in the show. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INVICTUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black as the Pit from pole to pole,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the captain of my soul. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-1693051851780909182?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1693051851780909182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=1693051851780909182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1693051851780909182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1693051851780909182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2010/02/invictus.html' title='INVICTUS'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8015989521235569120</id><published>2009-12-21T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:34:46.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WeLcoMe 2 myY huMbLe bLog</title><content type='html'>Actually the truth is, even though I've told myself I will only update my blog when I change my skin, I've decided to drop in a post for fun~ Someone special told me that my blog should have lost all its readers due to its inconsistency in post frequency, so I've decided to work on my blog a bit on my free time and maybe you pretty people out there will be able to actually have a nicely frequently updated blog to view courtesy of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll no longer procrastinate on working on my blogskin (as soon as I'm done playing NBA2k10)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I feel so busy, yet so free... I wonder if its normal. btw, I wanted to say most prob there will be a mahjong gathering, if interested please put your name down. I'll later check back and get back to you... haha. What are the odds :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8015989521235569120?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8015989521235569120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8015989521235569120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8015989521235569120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8015989521235569120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-2-myy-humble-blog.html' title='WeLcoMe 2 myY huMbLe bLog'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-440950035859712689</id><published>2009-11-18T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:23:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Shoes</title><content type='html'>Its been months, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every thing's&lt;/span&gt; been normally kind and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;-ish". Some ups some downs, reasonable amounts of thing good and bad when suddenly... I saw a bear having steak for lunch in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its an all low, and somehow, it gets lower and lower. I don't even know where to go next. Just as I've been robbed of happiness, I lost myself next. The next thing happened I couldn't do anything anymore. I felt so frozen. My only outlet was shooting basketball alone at the courts which no longer had its past crowd. There are times when I would just go down and aimlessly shoot hoops, driving hard at rims to try to wear my mind out. Now, I'm nearly totally robbed of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege &lt;/span&gt;when my beloved basketball sneakers were swiped, literally, right from my door steps. I had to admit, someone is right about one thing, I do turn to my blog when things turn bad &gt;.&lt; serious, things haven't been going on really well for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hai* I'm seeing a vision... numbers that I should buy, perhaps for tomorrow's 4D... that's the only bright side so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S thanks for leaving my socks and shoe bag behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-440950035859712689?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/440950035859712689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=440950035859712689' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/440950035859712689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/440950035859712689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifes-changing.html' title='Flying Shoes'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6843711500106131554</id><published>2009-09-07T02:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:20:42.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's Day Special</title><content type='html'>Actually I thought I did do a write up for teachers' day,but some how... it didn't exisit. Maybe I did it in my dream or something. To make up for it, I'll post a lame joke for you guys to figure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of potato always says no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer will be posted soon enough~ meanwhile, you guys who cannot figure the answer can try asking your friends or relatives for help. After all, you've got unlimited use of your contacts for this purpose! Oh and... Happy belated teachers' day to all of you people out there, because I believe that everyone is a teacher, to everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^ enjoying my waste of blog space? Haven't had much inspirational thoughts recently.. while waiting, visit me on fB and watch videos I post here and there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6843711500106131554?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6843711500106131554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6843711500106131554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6843711500106131554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6843711500106131554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/09/teachers-day-special.html' title='Teacher&apos;s Day Special'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-497109064084576788</id><published>2009-08-20T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:54:37.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day oF 7th Month</title><content type='html'>It's finally here! The day that no one anticipates and looks forward to. Maybe I should change it to no living should normally look forward to at least. Ghost hunters and people like them might actually be in favor of this season but that's not really the topic today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metaphors are fun:&lt;br /&gt;On such an unearthly day, people our normally flock home early to avoid nags from the elder generation (a tradition that has questionable survivability over this modern age with its simply "ignorant" Z-generation), but a particular blur nerd happens to wonder off into the darkness of the night still in his search of himself. When the darkness was darkened deeper by the ironically white clouds shrouding the lone light desperately fighting the overwhelming darkness, "run home" seemed to be the only rational option. Fleeing to back to the doorsteps of a familar apartment located high up in the freshest airs, he rummaged through his belongings only to find a vital piece of his carefully orchestrated puzzle, "Night's End", missing. Not wanting to create a scene, he created a nest for himself with whatever he had and stared blankly at the modern device that could have ended his misery. "Damn, hot night," he spoke to himself as the nonexistent cool night air stood still. His gadget failed to respond to his futile attempt to get aid. For a moment, electricity seemed to have conquered the world and humans with their reliance of their children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of story: Don't forget to bring your key out and charge your handphone deh...&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-497109064084576788?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/497109064084576788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=497109064084576788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/497109064084576788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/497109064084576788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-7th-month.html' title='1st Day oF 7th Month'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-4674618353850868921</id><published>2009-08-06T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:57:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates to bLoG!</title><content type='html'>Its an addition to my senselessly empty blog! Most people call it recommended links, I call it bLuRnerD 好介绍！Hope all you readers out there will benefit from this additional feature, be able to get more stuff and so on and so forth~ so click click! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you wan your site to be featured and recommended to people, send to link (somehow, i dunno how) to me, and I'll review it to see if its worthy to be posted here! *haha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-4674618353850868921?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4674618353850868921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=4674618353850868921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4674618353850868921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4674618353850868921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/08/updates-to-blog.html' title='Updates to bLoG!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7709523841177314849</id><published>2009-07-24T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:17:20.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Was browsing through my photos folder when I noticed a pretty old picture that I've used as an msn picture before a couple of years before. One of the pictures that I would have put into my blog if i actually had one then...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362043521359648546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-x6qYzU7CkY/SmnOLGDTlyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D-o-Rnx8rj4/s400/Suvival.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That used to be all I had to eat in the middle of the night, hence freshman survival kit as seen in the background (haha.... its just a good coincidence that the card that NTU provided dumb freshies with when we were tossed into campus life), until when my world known as Singapore introduced something called MacDelivery 24hrs! After that, I no longer had to depend on poor dry rations as such and could feast on healthy food if consumed in moderation as claimed by the big M. It was amazing how much healthier I got with nightly gorging of Mac Spicyand its predecessor, Mac Spicy Double! I have no idea where I'm actually going with this post, but I'm going to end it here~ Enjoy!&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/1760665069314683167-7709523841177314849?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7709523841177314849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7709523841177314849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7709523841177314849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7709523841177314849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/07/history.html' title='History...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-x6qYzU7CkY/SmnOLGDTlyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D-o-Rnx8rj4/s72-c/Suvival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-2931778308192066033</id><published>2009-06-28T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:22:50.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE KING OF POP IS DEAD!</title><content type='html'>Well... what's new? I would have said it would have been something that was to come eventually, just a matter of how soon. Just like the King of Rock and Roll. But boy did he leave a legacy behind. He had all sorts of things. Great music, great dancing, great money(who on earth would deny this first 3), great fashion sense(praises to everything he wears in his "cooler" MTVs especially his black shoe with white socks fashion statement), great scandals and undoubtably, great "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this short post is just a tribute to him. Some people seriously hated him I would say, but I would say is give the dead man some forgiveness. Anyway, a post i saw online was pretty funny, so i decided to post it here nevertheless:&lt;br /&gt;*** THEY WILL MELT HIS BODY, EXTRACT ALL THE PLASTIC, MAKE LEGO BLOCKS OUT OF IT, AND FINALLY KIDS WILL HAVE A CHANCE TO PLAY WITH HIM NOT THE OTHER WAY ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: a little tribute to MJ's great music~ i'm adding one of his all time greatest hits to my play list. Watch out for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-2931778308192066033?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2931778308192066033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=2931778308192066033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2931778308192066033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2931778308192066033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/06/king-of-pop-is-dead.html' title='THE KING OF POP IS DEAD!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5409878258558205930</id><published>2009-06-18T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:05:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Manual Are Confusing!</title><content type='html'>Recently, there was an addition to the family of electronics at my humble home. Its called a stand fan. Thou its not the first, it definitely came with some wacky instructions in its manual. Figured that its note worthy material, I've decided to blog it down for fun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;-To protect against electric shock, do not place fan in window, immerse unit, plug or cord in water, or spray liquids. (who in the right state of mind would actually immerse the fan? make it cooler?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Do not operate the fan in the presence of explosive and/or flammable fumes. (Shouldn't they change this one to "Stay away from explosive and flammable fumes as they CAN potentially kill you with or without the fan")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: To reduce the risk of fire or electrical shock, DO NOT USE THIS FAN WITH ANY SOLID STATE SPEED CONTROL DEVICE. (What in the world are solid state speed control devices?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE:&lt;br /&gt;This appliance is not intended for use by persons with reduced physical, sensory or mental capabilities, (makes sense till here) or lack experience and knowledge, unless they have been given supervision or instruction concerning the use of the appliance by a person responsible for their safety. (Great... so you actually need qualifications to operate a fan nowadays. So I guess I'd need to attend a course or maybe have experience in fan operations for 2 years before I'm allowed to use this fan?)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed another of my rare posts~ ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5409878258558205930?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5409878258558205930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5409878258558205930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5409878258558205930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5409878258558205930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/06/fan-manual-are-confusing.html' title='Fan Manual Are Confusing!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3339968983918234964</id><published>2009-04-24T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:04:51.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>阳光美少年</title><content type='html'>Nice title for a post? Someone interesting actually said i can go and be 阳光美少年. Hard to believe right? Somehow, that brought me onto a hype, and have been advertising myself as that on both msn and here. Maybe I should move it to facebook too just to create the impact on my life. *wahah* as if... I wonder how many of you people out there would actually agree to that... as in agree that I am 阳光美少年~ *heh~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people who got thoughts on this post can post some comments or rant out on the little chat box on the right &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3339968983918234964?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3339968983918234964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3339968983918234964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3339968983918234964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3339968983918234964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='阳光美少年'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7232461711601891010</id><published>2009-04-08T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:05:28.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Musics!</title><content type='html'>Sort of came into my own blog to use as an mp3 player and noticed that I haven't been working on updating that little thing at the corner of my blog. So decided to pick out a few new ones to stick into the player as recommendations for all my beloved readers~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New entries include lucky by Jason Mraz, a really sweet and simple song in terms of lyrics and music. Sort of got introduced to it when Mraz sang it in his concert with Joi Chua. If you wanna hear the version with her, you'll have to do your own hunting for clips from the concert. The second would be 蝴蝶(butterfly) by David Tao, another great song from D Tao questioning the world as I would myself, provided i could write music like him &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Swinging, from a fantasy anime, Tower of Druaga is a lighter and energetic piece that I couldn't really be bothered with the lyrics. Just liked the music, good enough for me~ especially the chorus, catchy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An older entry that I never really comment on but found it moving up my top list was Diamond Crevass from a sci-fi anime, Macross Frontier. Check out it out! I think the lyrics are well written, accompanied with its music, gives me the feeling that its a soft outcry into the emptiness of space. Deep hur~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just a side note, these songs are definately not new... in fact pretty old, have to admit, I wouldn't really have much new songs to introduce. じゃな～(catch you later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If anyone likes me to put up e lyrics for e songs, please say so, if not i'll juZ be lazy and u all know the results :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7232461711601891010?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7232461711601891010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7232461711601891010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7232461711601891010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7232461711601891010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-musics.html' title='New Musics!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7724571437142492990</id><published>2009-03-11T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:15:05.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never in my life have I actually felt so touched.... *period*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7724571437142492990?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7724571437142492990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7724571437142492990' title='360 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7724571437142492990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7724571437142492990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-in-my-life-have-i-actually-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>360</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-4734978121921379969</id><published>2009-03-04T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:12:56.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clap Your Hands!!</title><content type='html'>Just came across a really cool topic, "why do we clap our hands?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to read it too, &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/your-life/bigger-picture/articlees.aspx?cp-documentid=17989390&amp;amp;GT1=32001"&gt;http://lifestyle.msn.com/your-life/bigger-picture/articlees.aspx?cp-documentid=17989390&amp;amp;GT1=32001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading it, I've concluded that it holds close to no answers to tat question. However, I was still inspired to write up something on my blog about it. Seriously, why do we clap? I doubt anyone knows the real answer to that, and many other strange things that people do without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rhyme&lt;/span&gt; or reason. Interestingly, in the article, they noted tat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Romans&lt;/span&gt; used to click their fingers when in approval whilst in senate, but i but it was seriously a tedious event. Come on, not everyone has the gift to click fingers right? Or maybe all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Romans&lt;/span&gt; learn it in school or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29498350/from/ET/?gt1=43001"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/29498350/from/ET/?gt1=43001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its time people actually review what they do... come on... calling the police just because of mac nuggets? What is the world comming to? What happened to that very common things that prevented people from doing crazy stuff called common sense? Think Tank. Read more Dilbert. I think I stop making sense and am lacking that which is called a link~ *heh~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S This post is perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;redundant&lt;/span&gt;. =^o^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I should get my blog a new look soon, so watch for it! (crap, i dun even know if i got more den 3 readers now... inclusive of myself)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-4734978121921379969?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4734978121921379969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=4734978121921379969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4734978121921379969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4734978121921379969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/clap-your-hands.html' title='Clap Your Hands!!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5557443447066294055</id><published>2009-03-01T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:15:24.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning Bolt!</title><content type='html'>Been some time since my last post again~ who knows what's with the lag again. Anyway, I was just lingering online when my friend posted a link to the 938 radio news website. MERLION WAS STRUCK BY LIGHTNING! Poor lion. Didn't really have much to say in my blog today actually, but eventually decided to share this little piece of news with all you people out there, who accidentally/purposely/whatever other reason dropped by my blog. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://938live.sg/portal/site/938Live/menuitem.43735da1634c4377d21b2910618000a0/?vgnextoid=a96bb1d5b8cbf110VgnVCM1000001f0aa8c0RCRD&amp;amp;mcParam=18d2638896593110VgnVCM100000e101000aRCRD"&gt;http://938live.sg/portal/site/938Live/menuitem.43735da1634c4377d21b2910618000a0/?vgnextoid=a96bb1d5b8cbf110VgnVCM1000001f0aa8c0RCRD&amp;amp;mcParam=18d2638896593110VgnVCM100000e101000aRCRD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5557443447066294055?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5557443447066294055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5557443447066294055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5557443447066294055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5557443447066294055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/03/lightning-bolt.html' title='Lightning Bolt!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8998168922383956238</id><published>2009-01-15T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:11:20.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of "Free-ness"</title><content type='html'>Just finished a game of basketball and now waiting for my friends to appear in my area to meet up when i suddenly dug out some old files inside my computer. Something called the ber show, episode one, zhng my leon. It was really something.... something that really free people with alot of better things to do would create ie. the semi drunk producers tat made the ber show possible. With a half broken microphone, the sound quality was horrible, along with the incomprehsible content, I bet it was the most horrible thing anyone could ever record (a toad singing twinkle twinkle might have done a better job). BUT, it does carry alot of memories, to the nights in Hall X.... nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. Blogging helped kill sometime, as well as help me procrastinate from doing actual stuff like trying hard to get a job. =p anyway, time's out and I've got to run. So hope to catch all you semi-free or really free people again reading my posts! =^o^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S If u are too free and wanna hear zhng my leon, i'll be glad to send u... wif consent from leonie... of coZ :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8998168922383956238?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8998168922383956238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8998168922383956238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8998168922383956238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8998168922383956238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2009/01/moment-of-free-ness.html' title='A Moment of &quot;Free-ness&quot;'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8344636842981605681</id><published>2008-12-30T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:28:35.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes By~</title><content type='html'>It's really been some time since I last blogged~ did you guys out there miss my fantastically exciting blog posts? Actually was slacking so much that I didn't even feel like comming online to post stuff. Just a quick update on myself, for all those still outdated, I've transfered myself to a new housing location known as buangkok and I'm so proud of my area 'cause i think this area is the first in SG to have a 24hrs operations NTUC! Cool right? so you can even go 3am at night to get groceries or whatever you want if you've been too busy to do so for e rest of the 24hrs of the day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to post some updates on me for the fun of it, and don't really want rant on for too long, so I'll be signing off here~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: hahahahahah~muhahaha (dun worry, juz senseless luffter) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8344636842981605681?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8344636842981605681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8344636842981605681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8344636842981605681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8344636842981605681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-goes-by.html' title='Time Goes By~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8864423718299913906</id><published>2008-10-02T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:30:13.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly....</title><content type='html'>All of a sudden, just decided to come in and blog a bit. Been slacking good and hard for the past 2 weeks and I think its about time to return back to the world of reality perhaps. Was I even detached anyway~ who knows. Anyway, in this world, people are just too complicated to be well understood to the extend that non-human lifeforms would definately consider people as strange or even dangerous. Maybe we really are, destorying our own kind through killing others and also killing ourselves. Sounds very "dark" and at the same time, a tough fact to believe. Anyway, I won't elaborate any further before anyone gives me strange nick names that are definately not appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, wanted to introduce all you readers out there to 2 songs from the anime Macross Frontier~&lt;br /&gt;1) Diamond Crevaasse&lt;br /&gt;2) Lion&lt;br /&gt;Should be into my player on the right very soon~ ENJOY! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: imeem is not letting me upload... will try later perhaps &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8864423718299913906?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8864423718299913906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8864423718299913906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8864423718299913906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8864423718299913906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/10/suddenly.html' title='Suddenly....'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7294149340878659471</id><published>2008-08-21T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:25:40.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AnYonE sTiLL HeRe??</title><content type='html'>Decided to blog after a good night of bowling after a tiring day at work as usual. Yes, for all you uninformed people out there, blur nerd is now working already. congratulate me on convocating if you are want to, after all, its a pretty big surprise for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today spent quite some time thinking as usual about things in life that I actually should be seeking. Firstly, I figured that things that I look for normally don't appear, so I guess maybe I'll just be myself a bit more and slack away a little. However, 2 things I've made up my mind to work on belongs to the more physical side of me. The 2 sports that have taken up a good portion of my life now, bowling and basketball. I have no idea why, but even after so long, I feel motivated to move further and get better at these 2. After all, going home with only lucky draw gifts from a competition is quite demoralising. Makes me feel very much of a loser and want to WIN! Yes, the game is about friendship and blah blah, but what's a competition without you being the winner? It's time to go a step up I think, at least for bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling pretty lost as in why I started writing this post, and all the morewhy I started blogging in the first place, however, I guess I'll try to enjoy life a bit more as of now~ Maybe I'll blog a bit more too from now on ^.^ stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7294149340878659471?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7294149340878659471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7294149340878659471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7294149340878659471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7294149340878659471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/08/anyone-still-here.html' title='AnYonE sTiLL HeRe??'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8291769177583081875</id><published>2008-07-15T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:58:45.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~sLaCkeR.coM~</title><content type='html'>Today's the first day I've decided to put it out in words that I'm really loafing at my work place as i tap out the lastest issue of my blog. I'm actually full of ideas on what to write about due to the vast numbers of events that could have happened in the past few months that I haven't been blogging. However, I'm still undecided onto which topic i should choose, so there will be no real topic what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is kind of just to show how slack I'm feeling today~ *heh~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love to hear from all of you people who actually still drops by, and thanks for your continued support ^.^ should be attempting to restart blogging a bit for the fun of it, and its ability to kill time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8291769177583081875?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8291769177583081875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8291769177583081875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8291769177583081875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8291769177583081875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/07/slackercom.html' title='~sLaCkeR.coM~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7880415182941923752</id><published>2008-04-25T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:21:10.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>君が望む永遠～</title><content type='html'>Recently been hooked onto watching stream animes, and somehow, got to catch up with one that my friend had recommended to me about 5 years ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good.... go check it out. As the title of this post, kimi ga nozomu eien. And here's something that I really liked from the anime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;「夜空に星が瞬くように」&lt;br /&gt;yozora ni hoshi ga matataku you ni&lt;br /&gt;「解けた心は離れない」&lt;br /&gt;toketa kokoro wa hanarenai&lt;br /&gt;「例えこの手が離れても」&lt;br /&gt;tatoe kono te ga hanaretemo&lt;br /&gt;「二人がそれを忘れぬ限り」&lt;br /&gt;futari ga sore o wasurenu kagiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranlation:&lt;br /&gt;“Like the stars twinkling in the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;Our feelings won’t disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Even if our hands become separated,&lt;br /&gt;The two of us won’t forget this spell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sure hope all of you are having a great time, cause I don't think I'm feeling anywhere near good at the moment. Guess its some strange depression overcoming me suddenly... Don't suffer with me, be happy! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7880415182941923752?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7880415182941923752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7880415182941923752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7880415182941923752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7880415182941923752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='君が望む永遠～'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8418048387890110592</id><published>2008-04-11T02:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:48:32.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, FYP, Exams...</title><content type='html'>Recently, life has been making me busy with many requirements of study and report writing. All the project due dates, quizzes are really holding me back from doing things that I really feel like doing, thou I still procrastinate too much when it comes to academic issues. Anyway, today's blog is for me to complain not about all these things previously mention... but about the rainy weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritatingly, rain has not failed to fall for the pass 3 days as I left my humble home. Seemingly they fall precision timing, aimed to drench me with no mercy just as I leave home. Getting drizzled on or poured on by water from the heavens is of no real issue to an act "garang" person like me actually. However, its the wetting of my socks or feet that really gets onto my nerves. I have no idea how this irritation developed, but I've actually noticed it quite a number of times. Anyway, enough of rubbish. Time to sign off and perhaps go to sleep, hoping to see answers to tomorrow's quiz there *dreaming before sleeping*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8418048387890110592?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8418048387890110592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8418048387890110592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8418048387890110592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8418048387890110592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-fyp-exams.html' title='Rain, FYP, Exams...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-4316585109558409175</id><published>2008-03-30T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:41:39.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bLoG LaG!</title><content type='html'>Been really long again, since i last came around and dropped post here. Hope all you readers (if any) didn't miss me too much because of that. Anyway, if you wanna read more about me, can always drop more messages into the shout box to pester me to attempt to input as much interesting post as I possibly can conjure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I dropped by Teresa-chan's blog... lol and behold, I noticed a blog link labelled bernaid. Curious as I always was, clicked on it, and I was here!! Cute right? Bernaid... I wonder how you pronounce that XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm also busy with many things NTU have decided to irritate me further with before I hopefully leave that forsaken place. Entries might still be very laggish ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-4316585109558409175?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4316585109558409175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=4316585109558409175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4316585109558409175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4316585109558409175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-lag.html' title='bLoG LaG!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-2897103362309477282</id><published>2008-02-19T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:35:27.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bLoGGin fRoM e WoRst pLaCe</title><content type='html'>Some how, I've gotten chased off my table by my brother, thus now I'm using my computer at a pretty awkard angle. Fresh  experience thou I doubt it'll contribute anything positive to my already deteorating wrist condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today thought of saying something about the V day that has just passed not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS BORING... maybe not as boring as I expected it to be, but close enough. Had tuition on, so without much choice, I was spending my V day night with my tuition kid. Sounds all so exciting right? Anyway, I thought of going to find people to supper with that night but was to no avail. Some how, people who weren't free were dating. People who were, were plain lazy. So hungry, I had not much of a choice but to go home as I didn't want to eat supper out alone. The interesting part was that there was a lady, looking not too bad, probably going to have a fun night out, maybe at some pub taking the same train at me. Had a good 15mins to look at her. Good looks, long wavy hazel coloured hair, dark brown scaf to go with her strapless white dress and carrying a petite, my guess, blue label burberry's bag. Figure's not bad, nice legs too~ haha... Pretty. The only thing out of place was her heels. Striking red. That seems to be her only prob. But overall pretty good. haha.... I have no idea why I'm blogging about this, but i guess it'll be fun. Catch you kiddies around XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-2897103362309477282?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2897103362309477282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=2897103362309477282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2897103362309477282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2897103362309477282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/bloggin-from-e-worst-place.html' title='bLoGGin fRoM e WoRst pLaCe'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-136177013737992327</id><published>2008-02-10T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:37:58.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juZ aNotheR bLuRy dAy...</title><content type='html'>Another day slipped by, as I was on my way back home from my friend's place, I was overcomed by an all so familar "moody-ness" that have struck me countless times before. Guess a particular some one was quite right about me blogging mostly when I get moody and sad because as I arrived home, one of the first few things that came to mind was blogging. Anyway, I also thought of this question to ask all you readers out there... If possible, maybe you all could leave comments about me here, whether to leave your name or not I leave it entirely up to your descreation. Well, it's in hope that I can change myself and make myself a better blurnerd for all of you, my friends, to enjoy~ so come and post! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-136177013737992327?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/136177013737992327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=136177013737992327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/136177013737992327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/136177013737992327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/juz-another-blury-day.html' title='juZ aNotheR bLuRy dAy...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-1894558540403737596</id><published>2008-02-09T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:07:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPPy MouSeY YeAr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Firstly and foremost, before this post's body, I would like to wish everyone out there a very happy and fruitful golden mousey year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I would be delicating this post to a particular someone who came and poked me about my blog collecting dust. ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blog proper: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, everyone knows that its that time of the year when you hear people saying things like gong xi whatever and happy chinese new year. A very joyous time for many Singaporeans as the "young" visits relatives in order to obtain this special "item", the "HONG BAO". If you're considered "young", don't you just love this time of the year? Free money and free vaction from school! Well I believe that I belong to a more rare group that actually enjoys all these visits to friends and family. Personally, I believe (very much like the missing spirit of Christmas) that CNY is much more than what we see now. Its about friends and family. Another festive season that has been over-commercialized by money hounding businesses and more. Anyway, enough of what I think. Guess many people out there won't really be interested in what I think about CNY and other seasons anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, from the blessings of one of my aunts, I've received a something that's more than normal money within a hong bao. Shown in the picture posted below, its a note commenorating the many years that Singapore's currency has been interchangable with that land filled with riches to our east, Brunei. I seriously think its really awesome, cool and thoughtful to give something like that. ^.^ Thanks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165012541574285442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-x6qYzU7CkY/R63Pioj5CII/AAAAAAAAABQ/TM_C6R0Wcac/s400/7201b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-1894558540403737596?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1894558540403737596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=1894558540403737596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1894558540403737596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1894558540403737596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-mousey-year.html' title='HaPPy MouSeY YeAr!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-x6qYzU7CkY/R63Pioj5CII/AAAAAAAAABQ/TM_C6R0Wcac/s72-c/7201b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8481097093158463781</id><published>2008-01-28T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T10:14:12.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Injuries...</title><content type='html'>The past weekend haven't been the luckiest of days for me. Picking up 2 injuries, one physical and another electronics XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A basketball game on Sunday has resulted in a "sprained"(here i use sprain because I am unable to better explain it) thumb. Well, its a common type of injury for everyone who does sports crazy like me, so I guess no further elaboration is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many should be wondering,"What on earth is electronics injury?" In this case, I'm just trying to classify my sports injury with my phone going all crazy on me... XD&lt;br /&gt;Seriously have no idea what happened on that day, but all i remember is that while I was happily playing Sudoku on my phone, listening to music, my phone suddenly restarted itself for no reason. Just to make things worse, that kept happening subsequently. I've tried every trick I know, ranging from removal of hardware from the phone, deletion of stored items, so on so forth but was unable to identify the problem. I resigned to my fate and was planning to send my phone for repair at a service center. However, a suddenly inspiration told me that instead of using the in-built updater, I should use the one on the SE website at 430 am... crazy time for an inspiration, but it worked! Haha... ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough rubbish for now... better focus on lessons &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8481097093158463781?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8481097093158463781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8481097093158463781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8481097093158463781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8481097093158463781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/01/injuries.html' title='Injuries...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7421796029124783579</id><published>2008-01-25T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:20:52.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival!</title><content type='html'>Somehow, decided to come back to blog a bit. Seriously, life was getting too bored not to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the pass few months, nothing really happened in my life, next to me getting older by the day and stuff like that. Activities included the usual suspects, bowling, basketball, soccer, school... even these activities are starting to get a little boring for me. Anyway, I also started to play maple story again and as usual got hooked onto playing dumb MMORPGs while i should have been reading textbooks and lecture notes. I guess I'm always in self denial mode. Think I'm starting to develop a bit of zi bi zhen(can't really put my finger on what's it called in english) too... Rejecting invitations to go out and play, even just to go around and slack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how... T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7421796029124783579?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7421796029124783579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7421796029124783579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7421796029124783579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7421796029124783579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2008/01/revival.html' title='Revival!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-1651727719342003503</id><published>2007-12-26T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:00:57.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas here again~</title><content type='html'>About 20 times is probably the amount of time that I have actually celebrated christmas knowingly. But that's not important at all. I have just added it in for fun. There was actually a huge inner battle within me. Question was: To Blog or Not To Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for blogging to put it simply, its CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for not blogging, nothing really big happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of this sarced day, I've decided to post a little something that I discovered on the eve on Christmas. Another strange button discovered on a elevator in a carpark near or at Hong Kong Street! Last time it was a start button. This time it says "stop". Was seriously tempted to press it, but logic told me that its wouldn't be a well thought through thing cause it says stop. What if it shuts down the lift? What if stops all of our organs from working properly? What if it stops time? I seriously don't want to be the one who causes the world to end you know...  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;メッリクリスマス&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-1651727719342003503?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1651727719342003503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=1651727719342003503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1651727719342003503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1651727719342003503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-here-again.html' title='Xmas here again~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7053815808694006597</id><published>2007-12-14T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:17:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery of the Day</title><content type='html'>Its hasn't been the most exciting of days with me going to school working on my FYP, after tat heading down to the bowling alley to check out my "new found" ball. Was pretty happy with it as I self concluded that no money needs to be spend on it at the moment for alterations to the holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the main topic for today would be the visit to a "restaurant" at Katong. It was pretty awesome, the burger. Can beat Carl's Juniors in terms of both size and taste. Its so tall that I was only able to eat 3/4 its height per bite without over straining my jaws. It brought light to the case of why burgers don't normally get any bigger then that. After the visit, I saw something that I missed the previous time I was in the lift.... It actually had a "start" button. Now, wonder what does that button do? Any ideas? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143506868675215314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-x6qYzU7CkY/R2FoPt8q_9I/AAAAAAAAABI/Q0cNscInE8g/s320/DSC00170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;PS: forgot that I wanted to talk about Disney Princesses... guess that will have to wait :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7053815808694006597?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7053815808694006597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7053815808694006597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7053815808694006597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7053815808694006597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/12/mystery-of-day.html' title='Mystery of the Day'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-x6qYzU7CkY/R2FoPt8q_9I/AAAAAAAAABI/Q0cNscInE8g/s72-c/DSC00170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7942132593473013752</id><published>2007-12-08T00:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:20:13.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude....</title><content type='html'>I've just noticed that I haven't been blogging much. From like maybe 10+ postes a month to 3 for last month. Maybe I'll try to blog a bit more just to help myself remember stuff. Just noticed that my memory is really going the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll keep this entry short. Its just a prelude to what's to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP NEXT ON BLURNERD.BLOGSPOT.COM &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my work with Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora and Herald(aka Prince Leo) and the GROs ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7942132593473013752?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7942132593473013752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7942132593473013752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7942132593473013752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7942132593473013752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-just-noticed-that-i-havent-been.html' title='Prelude....'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-324398065519227606</id><published>2007-12-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:21:54.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet and Greet Disney Princesses!</title><content type='html'>Hi~ Hello~ Good evening! Welcome to Compass Point! How nice to see all of you out here today. Its time to get ready~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*prepares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day. What wonderful prince and princesses in waiting I see out here today. It is a day of fun and fantasy. I am please to annouce that some of our most famous Disney princesses are here for you today! Ladies and gentlemen, prince and princesses in waiting, let us welcome the princess of wishes, Snow White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Snow White Song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, prince and princesses in waiting, let us welcome the princess of love, Cinderella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cinderella Song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, prince and princesses in waiting, let us welcome the princess of dreams, Aurora, sleeping beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sleeping Beauty Song*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, prince and princesses in waiting, I present to you our Disney princesses! Our Disney princesses have invited all of you on stage with them for a meet and greet, and picture moment. Welcome aboard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Very long and endearing session*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all of you for joining us today. Its time to bid farewell to our princesses. Good bye Snow White. Good bye Cinderella. Good bye Aurora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Princesses Exit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince and princesses in waiting, as I say good bye, remember that all dreams that begin in your heart will most certainly come true. All you need is dreams, love, wishes, a little luck and pixie dust. Thank you and good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*exits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.B.(post blog) seriously... I think I'm too free~ *wahaha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-324398065519227606?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/324398065519227606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=324398065519227606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/324398065519227606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/324398065519227606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/12/meet-and-greet-disney-princesses.html' title='Meet and Greet Disney Princesses!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3575099418683154741</id><published>2007-11-25T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:35:19.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bLuR LaZy haRd woRkeR~</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since the last entry. Have been busy with exam period procrastination, games, bowling and real exam studies(minority). But to date, I've cleared(meaning taken, not necessarily means I've passed them) 5 papers, one more to go. Out of the 5, 3 are actually pretty doubtful, and I'm really afraid to fail. First time I've felt like that all my uni life. Somehow, it makes me feels like my uni life has just began, rather than having been in uni for 3 years already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has always been me, being blur, lazy, sometimes accidentally or passionately hardworking. Strangely, nowadays, all the effort I've put into life actually have turned out not too good. In fact, personally, I've considered most of it wasted as I've never really developed my talents or made good use of my passion. It really gets me hating myself bit by bit as I learn in life that mistakes are normally, if not, always your own fault. Self blame plagued my life and I'm just starting to think that I seriously should get the better of myself and improve the situation. If not, I might be forever wallowing in self pity and stuff like that. Really have learn to be a better man... like in that Robbie Willams song...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3575099418683154741?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3575099418683154741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3575099418683154741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3575099418683154741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3575099418683154741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/blur-lazy-hard-worker.html' title='bLuR LaZy haRd woRkeR~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3043677236266433495</id><published>2007-11-17T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:24:49.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devilish Angel? Angelic Devil?</title><content type='html'>A late happy bday to shan jie, and a happy zeroth birthday to my niece, borned 15th... Excatly on the same day as shan jie~ was at the hospital to see my new niece, got me thinking if she'll turn out to be one of those devilish angel or angelic devil peoson. I feel that life not gonna be pretty much the same after her, but well, I hope stuff changes for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More strange discovery: Waiter at Mr Bean's Cafe has a digital Casio watch that's dry on batteries. Wonder when time will it be when he notices it~ =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3043677236266433495?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3043677236266433495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3043677236266433495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3043677236266433495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3043677236266433495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/devilish-angel-angelic-devil.html' title='Devilish Angel? Angelic Devil?'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-2244458115573722621</id><published>2007-11-11T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:12:11.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pRoCraStiNatiOn! &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Its the time of the half year where procrastination is worse than ever. Its a time when you got all the time in the world, but simply refuse to do what you are supposed to do. It is.... exam time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happens to be I have a maple account to revive, a blog to write, warbook to conquer, facebook to manage, TV to watch, sports to train and even sleep to catch (even though I already had plenty during this period). Its surprising how many things you have to do just excuse yourself from studying. Oh, its about time for my drama. Hope I'll be able to study after my korean drama today... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-2244458115573722621?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2244458115573722621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=2244458115573722621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2244458115573722621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2244458115573722621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/procrastination.html' title='pRoCraStiNatiOn! &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7095884670662816682</id><published>2007-11-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T21:42:50.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eLLo exams...</title><content type='html'>Its only few more days(about 8) to the first paper, and I'm still feeling like slacking, bballing, bowling and stuff. Everything but study has been part of my daily life recently. Got me to wonder why I'm so slack and why people like to laze... After a while of procrastination, I started wondering why people like to wonder about stuff like this and a vicious cycle like this could stop me from studying forever(this is bad). Anyway, life is still never short of interesting things like me pulling out a strange sac thingy from my toe, creating a happily bleeding toe. Happily bleeding it may be, I think it was scary at first, but funny the next. Maybe I'm really turning sadistic. Hahah..... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: wonder if i should put up self sung/self played songs to torment my limited if not non-existent blog readers... *wahaha*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7095884670662816682?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7095884670662816682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7095884670662816682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7095884670662816682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7095884670662816682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/11/ello-exams.html' title='eLLo exams...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-1724986561735709434</id><published>2007-10-31T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T16:52:29.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbles and Fall...</title><content type='html'>Well, the only good thing that has happened to me was me doing well at a bowling tournament. hitting a excellent average of 187, I was pretty pleases with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for the pass period i was away, nothing really good came my way. tonnes of quizzes, projects and personal problems piling up brought nothing but more emotional burden and mental stress to me. Sometimes I just think that many things are meant to be the way they are. Like how some people are not meant to be together won't stay together and stuff like that. As much as my refusal to belief in talent, I still accept that fate has a funny way of toying with us, making a perfect mockery as murphy would have predicted in his laws of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stuff to complete, more deadlines nearing, more problems to solve. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meow~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-1724986561735709434?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1724986561735709434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=1724986561735709434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1724986561735709434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1724986561735709434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/stumbles-and-fall.html' title='Stumbles and Fall...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-9159901403143681619</id><published>2007-10-24T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:12:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.....</title><content type='html'>I don't think this is the first time I've mentioned this, but life has it own unique way of screwing you. Moved into depression for nearly a whole week with reasons I prefer not to state. Anyway, I've figured that life still goes on tormenting you no matter which way you go, and its up to you and you alone to make lemonade out of lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An observation I've made about people is in agreement with the hypothesis of growing old makes you wiser. But I've added an extra clause to it. Wiser only in the ways that you have been horribly treated as a result of social influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about life: Suddenly, my ever failing memory banks brought to my attention motivational stuff I've heard before about goals and dreams; along with how others or yourself poison and steal these dreams away from you. When I look at it from a certain point of view, dreams are similar in nature to promises, meant to be broken (seriously, there ain't much one can do with them). However, we cannot forget the fact that there are always the "lucky" (whether really lucky or not is of no consequence) few who have their dreams merge to become part of this harsh reality that all of us are faced with, giving others a glimmer of hope (in the form of "he's done it before, why not me?") of dream realization, only to allow it to be shattered like glass. Sad huh~?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-9159901403143681619?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/9159901403143681619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=9159901403143681619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/9159901403143681619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/9159901403143681619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/life.html' title='Life.....'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5604675554357044951</id><published>2007-10-19T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:15:05.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it Baby~</title><content type='html'>Life is always enjoyable with crazy things happening around you. Today got to see a pretty exciting dancing routine courtesy of some little girl on board the MRT. Spinning around doing pole dancing. However, for some obvious reasons it was one less of sexy as most would have thought pole dancing to be. However it was still a pretty good, like one of those art-ish displays dances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't really remember what I really intended to write about, I'll just go further with the things that I though of during the "dance show". Still can remember one of the first time looking at kids doing the pole dance, I took and photo and offered to show it to one of my friends. Got a little scolding from her. She said I'm one of those perverted voyers and stuff like that. Eventhough I knew her intentions, it kind of got me thinking... whats the point of having camera phones if you mostly bounded by all sorts of principles and not use them at all? Well, I can't really answer the question... but hey, I still like photography :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5604675554357044951?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5604675554357044951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5604675554357044951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5604675554357044951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5604675554357044951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/shake-it-baby.html' title='Shake it Baby~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5500633909775209816</id><published>2007-10-17T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:49:34.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoRk + "pLaY"</title><content type='html'>Recently been loaded with work and some life's stresses. Well, like what some people would say, what's life without challenges? ^.^ I believe in that too. So I slothed my way through by ignoring most of the work in hope they will disappear like magic *hehZ*. FYP reports, the very much stagnating Integrated Design project and quizzes are just a few new school stresses to be added on to the already ignored list of tutorials :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to make life more exciting, this weekend is when the IV team selections will be held. Definitely not something I'll allow to be on hold. As usual, screwed up priorities but I hope things, as in everything including school work will turn out well. After which, I'll have to work out a source of income, cause it'll be time for my holidays! *yeah ^_^* (dream on, long way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back to plowing reports and other rubbish that have to to be done &lt;strong&gt; またね～&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5500633909775209816?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5500633909775209816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5500633909775209816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5500633909775209816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5500633909775209816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/work-play.html' title='WoRk + &quot;pLaY&quot;'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5718164994395131557</id><published>2007-10-11T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:05:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAY SHOW!</title><content type='html'>Just a whim, I want to watch "I now pronounce you Chuck and Larry"~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much to blog about these few days, but sort of decided to remind myself of how I subscribed for Citibank Clear Card and missed the chance to see the show. No I am not blaming anyone or anything around here. Just a note. ^.^ cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5718164994395131557?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5718164994395131557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5718164994395131557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5718164994395131557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5718164994395131557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/gay-show.html' title='GAY SHOW!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-4347538617270326908</id><published>2007-10-09T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T13:03:08.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Werid DreamZ...</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from school, I headed to the club house for a  nice little nap. as noisy as the place is, I still found for myself a nice little spot and went on into concussion mode. Dreams didn't take very long to kick in either. Strangely, at some point of time, it started to zoom in on a boy dressed in green, looking like a cross between robin and the guy with a pot of gold, whatever he's called. Anyway, the zooming scene sort of brought me back to reality. Still having much time on my hands, I decided to let my fatique take over again and go back to dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, it didn't take very long for me to be awoken again. More strange was it was the same thing that brought me back. Green boy with the zomming effect. I wonder if there were any real meaning to this dream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-4347538617270326908?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4347538617270326908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=4347538617270326908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4347538617270326908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4347538617270326908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/werid-dreamz.html' title='Werid DreamZ...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-342815982882545469</id><published>2007-10-07T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:27:36.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU trios &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Much awaited to test myself, today was the day of NTU trios open competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much drama happened even the day before. Charlie had to pull out because of quizzes and thus the team was down and short of one member. I had no idea who to look for till i remember one of my good pals Aug. Good thing his reply was a positive one. However, more drama was to occur the next day to my surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On route to West Mall, I received a sms from aug saying that he just woke up and will only be able to join us at 1330hrs. That was when I was thanking myself that I actually forced him to come meet for lunch at 1215hrs. But I guessed I was glad too early. I finished my lunch at KFC before heading on to meet JY. Reporting timing was 1330. Time was 1310 when horror struck me in the form of an sms from aug. "u all go ahead. I'll reach asap"(or at least it was something in that manner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the alley itself, we were at a lost, cause we couldn't figure out what to do. 1 bowler short was not an option. Somehow, just to cut the story short, he came just before everything. And we managed to get a smooth sailing start. But that didn't last for long. My feared problem in the form of a stuck thumb hole resurfaced just halfway through the first game. I fought on hard due to the stuck thumb hole and later started to affect every aspect of my game, especially my mental game. For someone who prides his release as a spinner, I felt hell freezing over. However, I perservered onto using that ball believing that I'm at fault. That happened to be one of my mistakes I guess. I blew the games, wasted spares and missed mulitple simple shots. Felt like my National School's 'A' Div Nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tournament, we decided to carry on bowling just for fun and I found my problem in terms of a ball with differing pitch. Or at least that's what I've suspected it to be. Still pretty puzzled, I've concluded that I shouldn't switch balls at the moment, in view of the upcomming selections. Hope I get throught this time round... &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-342815982882545469?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/342815982882545469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=342815982882545469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/342815982882545469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/342815982882545469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/ntu-trios.html' title='NTU trios &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6653191874520543730</id><published>2007-10-05T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T02:39:03.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doWn hiLL bLuR</title><content type='html'>After feeling a little down, I did what I would have normally done to get my mind off matters that I shouldn't be dwelling over. I went for a jog. It sometimes acts as a reset button after storing up too many crazy and strange emotions suppressed within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, today after "reset" I felt a little better but it everything took a dive all of a sudden. Who knows why... Actually thought of blogging on and on about how I feel today, and stuff that's going through my mind but it gets pretty personal (yes, things that only I should know. No one else) so I decided to leave out my moody expressions today and talk a bit about the crazy sheep throwing, random crazy warring place I've been hanging out at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those who have yet to get it, go get it. Those who already have it, add me! Wahah... its really is great. Capabilities of friendster with a lot more. That would be the best way I would describe it. Full of crazy fun stuff like sheep tossing(not forgetting chickens, fish and cows), vampire biting, zombie making and egg hatching. All sorts of crazy meaningless stuff to do. The perfect ingredient for an evil program! It works against something known as time, by killing it so quickly, before you know it, its already pass bed time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go and get hooked and fB(short for facebook) with me! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6653191874520543730?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6653191874520543730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6653191874520543730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6653191874520543730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6653191874520543730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/down-hill-blur.html' title='doWn hiLL bLuR'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6151739682061587076</id><published>2007-10-03T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T13:57:48.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sTraNge ppl AgaiN~</title><content type='html'>Just another normal day heading back from school with Wilson and Yangshan. However, the very normal day one of school reopening took a twist. Everything looked situation normal at our arrival at bishan KFC. Coincidentally saw General Oon there too. The stage was set~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much discussion, Wil and I bought our food and headed back to our "reserved" seats only to find an auntie in probably her late 40s seated at our place. We were both fabagusted. Where did she come from? Because the seats we booked was a 6 seater, I approached the seats and just sat down at where our bags were. I was contend with leting her have the other seats. Just as I was sitting down, I asked if she was alone, so that I could take whatever reminder of the seats for our bulky bags. Her answer was a stunner. In a way sounding like a challenge, she said that she had a lot of friends. However strange, she added in after 5 seconds of lag, her friends are not here. Madness didn't really stop there. As Wil and I decided to ignore her, we chatted along when she decided to butt in and question us and bug us with really strange information, if her slang and choice of words weren't irriating enough. She definitely sounded kind of like my mom. &gt;.&lt; From that second on, we didn't get to have peace, and she rattered on, as some might describe "like a M-16 firing away in automatic". Quickly we chomped down our meal and left quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life suddenly became normal again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I think life really can change really quickly on you. One moment you're in your every day life. The next moment you could be sucked out into another world all of a sudden. Wonder if there's any meaning behind this. *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Shan jie, I didn't curse you... don't blame me for your gastric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6151739682061587076?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6151739682061587076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6151739682061587076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6151739682061587076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6151739682061587076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/10/strange-ppl-again.html' title='sTraNge ppl AgaiN~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-277200156719395849</id><published>2007-09-30T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:53:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WaLk oN!</title><content type='html'>Some how yesterday, we had not a bad time celebrating one of my JC buddies birthday. Happens to be looking like a perfectly normal day after which me and mor decided to drop off the bus half way from home to watch EPL soccer. The location we were at was good. Two TVs, Two matches. Even better, a place to sit was actually available that the super crowded coffeeshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life started to play punk after the match ended. I was unable to find my bus stop for my bus. Walked around geylang, say for about 10~20 mins, before I finally managed to reach the stop with my bus. But to my horror, my last bus came and left about 15 mins before my arrival there. Sadly I started plotting my alternative route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just on a crazy whim, I suddenly decided to walk home. Its half motivated by David Tao's song, "Walk On" and thus the title. My little hike too me approximatly 40 mins to reach home, and at the cost of one knee. It felt like it was no longer mine as I approached my own residence... Because it was about 1230 am, its was quite a calming and peaceful experience, just me and myself, enjoying the night breeze and sky. And its healthy too! You should try it. I would recommend it for crazy people and normal people ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-277200156719395849?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/277200156719395849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=277200156719395849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/277200156719395849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/277200156719395849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/walk-on.html' title='WaLk oN!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6671805968229997572</id><published>2007-09-28T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:23:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking Self Forgiveness?</title><content type='html'>More at the same time, a self realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how, everytime I feel that I've done something stupid or bad, I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt or whatever its called, mostly represented by self disappointment or "sianz-ness". Normally when that happens, I tend to keep to myself, rejecting anything good or that might help make me better. I don't know why I act like this, someone counsel me? Just like today, got nothing done today, did basically nothing next to watching half the Rozen Maiden Traumend series (its kinda good ^.^). Now happens to be feeling "one of those sianz times".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianz......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6671805968229997572?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6671805968229997572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6671805968229997572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6671805968229997572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6671805968229997572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/seeking-self-forgiveness.html' title='Seeking Self Forgiveness?'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7872770126247841435</id><published>2007-09-27T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T22:12:20.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPPT day!</title><content type='html'>Even though I didn't train very hard for this one, I still didn't quite well. Surprises included improvement in my Sit-ups, a not so drastic drop for my 2.4km run and a dwindling number of pull ups. Anyway, was happy to say that I bested the rainy conditions and ran my 2.4 to get my silver this time round. Not too good an experience. 2.4km in the rain... The only difference was this time i was really running for money. Been very broke recently that I decided to go and take my IPPT early this year. So too bad, all those people who wished a free meal or something, I'm sorry that I've to disappoint you. All the money will go into funding something else, and maybe the most a special one or two person's dinner (probably not as celebration) ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another crazy thought that just came out of no where:&lt;br /&gt;Even when you end your life, it doesn't mean that time and all others will stop there. They will still have to carry on with life so please, don't make life harder then it already is for the people around and close to you. Better choice, move on and be happy~~ (why am I even thinking of something like this). hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7872770126247841435?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7872770126247841435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7872770126247841435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7872770126247841435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7872770126247841435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/ippt-day.html' title='IPPT day!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8673104941233930836</id><published>2007-09-24T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T16:35:35.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AE86 vs JAZZ</title><content type='html'>After supper and watching soccer, I started my long boring journey home when I saw a AE86 Trueno, one of my favourite car, waiting at the red lights. Lined up side by side, I decided to push the car a bit just for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Lights, Pedals down! A quick glance into the mirror told me that the 86 was held up by another slow moving vehicle. But it didn't take very long for the Trueno to catch up. What was more surprising was that as it caught me, I couldn't keep it at bay. It just came closer and closer and soon, the blue Honda Jazz was beaten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how did it happen, but surely, that began to change something in me. Felt different. I guessing its what people would call the desire not to be beaten. I'm still wondering how can the AE86 beat a Jazz. The only reasoning I could conjure at the moment is that I'm not going all out yet. Other than that, all else is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Happy Mid Autumn Fest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8673104941233930836?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8673104941233930836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8673104941233930836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8673104941233930836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8673104941233930836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/ae86-vs-jazz.html' title='AE86 vs JAZZ'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6594058512641564820</id><published>2007-09-23T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T03:42:15.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MusiK!!</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to comment about the music section. The songs are normally selected for a reason, at least one, and will change from time to time. So tune in to see what kind of surprise I have installed for you. For this "season's" pick, I have Journey, Fields of Hope and 生日快乐.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think Journey very much represents our life itself, afterall, life's a journey isn't it? Fields of Hope is a nice "insert" song from Gundam Seed Destiny and the lyrics, if you actually understand, is kind of warm. Gives me one of those good fuzzy feelings when I'm listening to it. Finally, the song by Wen Lan is picked as a song delicated to myself and all September babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all Folks! =p&lt;br /&gt;*so sue me WB, haha... *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6594058512641564820?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6594058512641564820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6594058512641564820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6594058512641564820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6594058512641564820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/musik.html' title='MusiK!!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6203230626744546782</id><published>2007-09-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:04:46.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cHoC MooNcaKe! FeeLinG crAzy...</title><content type='html'>Just got to eat chocolate mooncakes from Raffles Hotel! Not bad, thou I thought much better of it. Below expectations &gt;.&lt;&gt;? I'm thinking of buying some myself too. Drop me an msn message or sms. You all should have my number or msn at least right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, been thinking that I've become more and more crazy and eccentric, even to the extend that I feel that I've kind of lost track of myself too. I'm currently blaming all the emotional roller coasters life has thrown me into, but I guess presenting myself with a scapegoat will definitely not provide me with any form of solution or what so ever. I pretty much have no idea how to deal with what life throws at me anymore. Feels like I'm just by-passing many stages of life I'm supposed to do something, or even sometimes making silly, crazy decisions. Becoming increasing old with my amnesia as it worsen, forgetting many little little things that I normally would have no problem remembering. Maybe I'm right about that mid-life crisis prediction too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6203230626744546782?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6203230626744546782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6203230626744546782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6203230626744546782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6203230626744546782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/choc-mooncake-feeling-crazy.html' title='cHoC MooNcaKe! FeeLinG crAzy...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6229564869163005902</id><published>2007-09-18T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:48:49.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoMe PoeM-LiKe tHiNgY aGaiN</title><content type='html'>Rather then keeping my fans updated about my crazy life, decided to post something that I dug up today inside my little note book. Probably written when I was bored in school or similar to that extend. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many wonders this world holds,&lt;br /&gt;Breath taking scenics,&lt;br /&gt;Facinative living creatures,&lt;br /&gt;But none more wonderous than the thoughts of man,&lt;br /&gt;Un-understandable,&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Further than science can reason,&lt;br /&gt;Greater than math can prove.&lt;br /&gt;Even to man himself,&lt;br /&gt;they are purely inexplicable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't ask me about it. I have no idea what this is really too. Yes, I wrote it... so what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6229564869163005902?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6229564869163005902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6229564869163005902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6229564869163005902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6229564869163005902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-poem-like-thingy-again.html' title='SoMe PoeM-LiKe tHiNgY aGaiN'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8551268730328076347</id><published>2007-09-12T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T23:34:22.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MaNy HappeNinG NothiNs...</title><content type='html'>Been a couple of days since i bloged. During these days, I found out that eventhough i have alot to say some times, I felt like these things were not worth blogging about. But I do think that its more interesting stuff to have happen around or to me. I think my chains of thoughts is pretty disorientated now for some reason too.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super blur. Assumed today is thrusday thou I clearly know that today is wednesday. Guess that's what makes me a blurnerd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today actually landed myself in a pretty awkward situation when I noticed the girl I was sitting next to was tearing away silently. Poor girl... wonder what happened. More surprisingly, all I got to know about her was she's headed for sentosa today at 11plus am and she works in Citibank. I have to comment, she does really sounds like one of those strong girls on the outside but soft soft on the inside type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.... my mom's here to strangle me again.... *died*&lt;br /&gt;=^.^=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8551268730328076347?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8551268730328076347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8551268730328076347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8551268730328076347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8551268730328076347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/many-happening-nothins.html' title='MaNy HappeNinG NothiNs...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8386677136109132571</id><published>2007-09-10T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T00:43:31.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DaY gOinG e OppOsiTe WaY</title><content type='html'>Guess most of you should know how it feels like, when life decides to just have fun and play little cruel jokes on you? Kind of funny that this happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Lost one my headphones' ear plugs so had to look for the spare I gotten the last time I lost them. (estimated time of retrival: 1~2min) Remembering they were stored in my HP box, I when to where it was last seen. The top of my cupboard. Took me a full 5 minutes to realize its not there after digging through a box that has magically appeared there. So I had to request from help from the one that might be responsible for its relocation. My mom as usual had pretty little idea where it might be and suggested I look behind the cupboard. Crazy... its like I had my own little secret chamber for storing stuff. Hordes of my treasures were hidden there, sadly, my HP box was not one of them. Another 15 mins elasped. Frustrated was a word that could pretty easily describe my feelings then. It took another 5 mins for table sweeping, cupboard digging search before I dug out some neatly arranged files and to my astonishment, it was behind them. Great... more secret hiding places for my stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Time to go out. I've packed my stuff and readied my soccer boots for a day of soccer at Mount Faber Safra. Wait. Where are my slippers? (estimated recovery time:10 sec) Being the only bright orange pair, no way i could have missed it. Its not in the shoe cupboard its not at the door. Its not in the other shoe cupboard either. How many more places must I look? Forsaken by hope, I gave up and wore another abandoned pair of slippers that could have easily killed me from its lack to traction. Time spent: 5min&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible how things can really go out of hand first thing in the morning... but hey, without all these, what the fun in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry... really....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: guai wu, sorry ah, nv pick up phone... *hoho*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8386677136109132571?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8386677136109132571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8386677136109132571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8386677136109132571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8386677136109132571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-going-e-opposite-way.html' title='DaY gOinG e OppOsiTe WaY'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5707722865899756805</id><published>2007-09-07T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:16:37.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Combo Day~</title><content type='html'>Just a little combo of seemingly impossible to figure readings along with a little quiz. Kind of feared that I might actually screwed up bad for both of them, I actually some how made it through without leaving bearly a scratch. Wasn't as bad as it seems I guess. Life always has it ways of throwing stuff at you, only just to make you look like a fool by making you think that its a big issue, when its just another small fry. Well, if you ask me, I think that I rather be the fool like this, then rather screw up and die "jia-lat jia-lat" as the fool who didn't do much about the problem on hand. I guess I've have to give up a little part of myself in order to stop doing stupid things. Anyway. time for school. catch all of you there and where ever is that I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: too bad ab didn't win wo jiayee if u reading... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5707722865899756805?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5707722865899756805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5707722865899756805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5707722865899756805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5707722865899756805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/combo-day.html' title='~Combo Day~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5225892645520162142</id><published>2007-09-04T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:15:51.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Findings about myself...</title><content type='html'>I've always wondered why my savings is always dwindling. All the money I've earned from various places have a tendency to disappear into thin air. Even things like my progress package and that GST thing have both disappeared. I think easily to a grand total sum of about 4~5k. Its a result of having to eat into my savings to survive all the time. I've never expected the situation to be that bad until recently, losing big bucks to my favourite Singapore fools. Surprising, that was good in a way as it served as a wake up call by accelerating the problem that was at hand. Now i really need a job of somekind. Anyway, helping my family save by moving out of hall is contributing negatively to my situation, though it wasn't meant to, because staying in hall did contribute a bit to spending less... suddenly felt like foresaking myself. Feeling bluey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt;.&lt;=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5225892645520162142?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5225892645520162142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5225892645520162142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5225892645520162142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5225892645520162142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/latest-findings-about-myself.html' title='Latest Findings about myself...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-4348718704933019434</id><published>2007-09-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T02:45:09.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~toE to AnkLe~ + mini composition</title><content type='html'>Recently, I've posted about a broken toe-nail. Now its time for an update that injury. I think it's been causing me some pain and thus smaller, more careful steps are taken in precaution to reduce the pain I'll suffer every step I take. However, I think its starting to develop a side effect as my ankle might have been over strained by the excessive controlled required as a result. Now that very same ankle is feeling kind of "achey" and "creekish", as if its about 25,000 years old. Been pretty much enjoying life as it comes, day in day out, going for lesson, chatting with nice friends and stuff... however, I guess the harsh reality of life is going to catch up pretty quick with me. The reality of the existence of exams and quizzes, and the need to study for them. Ganbatte Ber!! (bo liao, cheer myself...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a Little something I've written(really too free?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the end of dusk,&lt;br /&gt;This Night's full moon's light beating down ceaselessly.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing dim but bright illumination to the otherwise pitch black world.&lt;br /&gt;Shyly the shimmering silver moon sheaths stealthily into the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;carried in by the cool night's winds.&lt;br /&gt;The youth of this luxurious night holds adventures unspoken of,&lt;br /&gt;thrills that were unknown to those basking light.&lt;br /&gt;but as unrefined nocturnal beings,&lt;br /&gt;many choose to squander its secrets,&lt;br /&gt;retiring to the comfort of their lair.&lt;br /&gt;Only a minute handful lives for the beauty of its darkness,&lt;br /&gt;detouring from norms and the society that have brought them their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Did they err as humans to have chosen this path of non-conformity?&lt;br /&gt;Have they erroneously done something they should not have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not much idea what I'm writing too... just give me some comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-4348718704933019434?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4348718704933019434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=4348718704933019434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4348718704933019434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4348718704933019434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/toe-to-ankle-mini-composition.html' title='~toE to AnkLe~ + mini composition'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3178498859901181082</id><published>2007-09-01T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:30:19.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bLuR 75% SiCk...</title><content type='html'>Without much other words, the title says very much about my current state. Now having a running nose that probably is faster then I've ever ran. Sneezing more then usual too. Hope it'll go away when I wake up tomorrow... thou my guess is I'll be pretty much the same tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickness Fly Away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3178498859901181082?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3178498859901181082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3178498859901181082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3178498859901181082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3178498859901181082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/09/blur-75-sick.html' title='bLuR 75% SiCk...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6033444055149629474</id><published>2007-08-31T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T02:33:34.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SeRieS oF unFoRtunAte EveNtS~</title><content type='html'>Wonder if its really a series, cause there was only 2 events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 1:&lt;br /&gt;Finally school has ended and its about time to go home. It was after a trip that lasted about an hour 30 minutes did I manage to drag tired body back home. To my horror, I had to do a full body scanning of my bag in search of my keys before I could confirm my blunder. I've forgotten my keys. I was therefore stuck outside home for about 3 more hours before anyone came to my rescue, loitering around aimlessly, lost....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event 2:&lt;br /&gt;Also finally, when I managed to get home, I had a craving supper, most probably as a result of me moving around for 3 hours carrying my bag that weighted in at about a ton. Strangely nice, my mom whipped up curry noodles for me to chew on while we watch some TV. Disaster struck as I began to dig in. Somehow, as freakish as it sounds, a drop of curry actually managed to get flicked off the noodle and spatter right into my eye. *pain...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy laughing at my plight and hope you'll enjoy your day too! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6033444055149629474?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6033444055149629474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6033444055149629474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6033444055149629474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6033444055149629474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='SeRieS oF unFoRtunAte EveNtS~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7221011541807763051</id><published>2007-08-29T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T01:44:45.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoSt Bo LiaO bZ pErsOn aRouNd!</title><content type='html'>ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awoken to the sound of my alarm today and it was a nice day to go to school. I did so, only after I missed one lecture. Eventhou I woke up on time, I've decided suddenly to work on my blog for no good reason, changing the lay out and stuff. Actually its to change to a less cutesy one I would say, one that's be fitting the darker side of me. I've got more important things to do! FYP stuff, school work and bowling... why did I do something so needless? Nevermind, did actually enjoyed it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look forward to it! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New relvation for today:&lt;br /&gt;CEE == Confirm Everyone Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update - new blog design up. More plain, more "clean" and complete with a more dark feeling. Now with the new saY iT column! Especially for visitors to leave a line or 2! just "saY iT" ^.^ &lt;&lt; sounds like just do it right? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7221011541807763051?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7221011541807763051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7221011541807763051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7221011541807763051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7221011541807763051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/most-bo-liao-bz-person-around.html' title='MoSt Bo LiaO bZ pErsOn aRouNd!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-392411146437716410</id><published>2007-08-27T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:30:51.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~oUcH!!</title><content type='html'>Finally, a sunday back at the court so far away from home, playing soccer! Miss these soccer days with my fellow FDS buddies because of my operation rendering me, "un-contactable" for a month. Though my return was happily marked by 2~3 goals, including one wonder goal from close to zero angle, I broke my already weakened toenail. Suffered in the night as I try to rip it out of my toe... Horrible experience. Probably contributed by the fact that my hands got itchy while watching TV, kept scratching and probing it till I finally decided to operate on it with a nail cutter. Hope I'll never have to go through anything like it again. All the care put into trying to rip my own body part out... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, munyee, tat sweets game allows u to win tat cute cute stuff thing they put on top. It's the ultimate reward for pro sweets picker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-392411146437716410?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/392411146437716410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=392411146437716410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/392411146437716410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/392411146437716410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/ouch.html' title='~~oUcH!!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3797008193713468206</id><published>2007-08-25T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T12:47:49.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DeaD MaN WaLkinG!</title><content type='html'>After a radical night, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KTV&lt;/span&gt;, supper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pubing&lt;/span&gt;, I ended up leaving orchard around 6 am in the morning, with a bad stomach, my guess, all thanks to some stall in somerset that opens 24 hours. I thought it was a simple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;KTV&lt;/span&gt; outing with Ros and Aug, but it turned out totally havoc night. 3 guys walking and laughing their way, joking in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unknown&lt;/span&gt; language to mankind (no we are not drunk). Fun and unforgettably tiring. I worked very hard to focus my mind in order to drag my rotting carcass to school due to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;missable&lt;/span&gt; 0930 lesson. Ended up in school early in order to stop myself from sleeping anymore. 0830 was the timing i arrived in school. From then on, everything was like magic! I was alive all the way from then till my last lesson at 1530! Its a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MIRACLE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when night fell, the effects kicked in straight away. Partly because my mom forcefully robbed the TV from me and I just trotted off back into my room and suddenly its the morning 9 am! hmmm.... starting to feel tired again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3797008193713468206?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3797008193713468206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3797008193713468206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3797008193713468206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3797008193713468206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/dead-man-walking.html' title='DeaD MaN WaLkinG!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7831444396068661109</id><published>2007-08-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:41:29.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iV TaRgeT cLeaReD!! ~ LoU soR mE!</title><content type='html'>Well, a late post, as this is sunday's news. As much as I wanted to rush home and start blogging about this event, I held myself back. Ended up with a dinner at JP with Jan and played that silly basketball game in the arcade that I'm supposed to have banned myself from playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during union bowl, I bowl lower then what I've expected myself to play with my given form on that day. I actually wanted to kick myself for wasting so many shots, missing easy spares and making crucial errors in late games. Normally I'll find myself leading in each game only to lose the lead at the 7 frame onwards by opening up alot of frames. Disappointed with my final result of 770+ pin falls at the end of 5 games, averaging only about 150+ a game was, by my standard, weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the games, I noticed that there was lucky draw on going to my surprised. Then somehow I found myself telling charlie," wah... so zhun, one guy one ger each prize. muZ be set up one..." about the time I finished that sentence, I heard my name announced as a final lucky winner. hmm... I'm part of the set up! :P Anyway, got a box of roche, and I have no idea what I should do with it. Much more to my surprise, later when they announced the squad list, I heard my name! *hoho...* I have no idea what more should I blog about today, but hey! I guess it would be a pretty good day if my mom didn't have to steal the TV from me later in the day whist I was watching soccer. Other then that, I would say the day was pretty pretty~~ ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7831444396068661109?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7831444396068661109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7831444396068661109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7831444396068661109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7831444396068661109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/iv-target-cleared-lou-sor-me.html' title='iV TaRgeT cLeaReD!! ~ LoU soR mE!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3592850016333463964</id><published>2007-08-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:32:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got my FYP lo...</title><content type='html'>For a moment about 2 months ago, a old man faked me telling me I didn't have enough AUs to do my FYP.&lt;br /&gt;A day later, a seemingly popular lady did the same. She corrected her mistake 2 days later. Coincidentally after the FYP selection deadline was referred to in past tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty silly mistake to make for them, but it caused me a chance for a good selection. But well, it became somewhat of a blessing in disguise. I always wondered what kind of FYP I will select as I'm always at a lost when I comes to making decisions. The second list, as crappy as it is, make life a little easier for me. At the same time, the second blessing came when I met shi hui, someone else who was waiting for the 2nd round of selection as she was unable to get and FYP for similar reasons to mine during the first round. Deciding to partner up, I let her pick the first choice while I picked the second. In this way, I wouldn't really blame myself even if I was a bad choice. *wahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most important deadline: Union bowl - This Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Starting to smell a bit of hope while bowling today. Hope I'll be able to hit a few high games there.... Good luck to myself? haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3592850016333463964?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3592850016333463964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3592850016333463964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3592850016333463964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3592850016333463964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/got-fyp-lo.html' title='got my FYP lo...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6658145416703444075</id><published>2007-08-15T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T22:41:52.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diScoVerY! (short but interesting)</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, I noticed that I'm really a nice person. People all around the world recognises this and even names their daughters to tell the world that I'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bernice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ber-nice! It's short for Bernard is nice. Don't you wish you had a name like mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=^o^=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6658145416703444075?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6658145416703444075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6658145416703444075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6658145416703444075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6658145416703444075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/discovery-short-but-interesting.html' title='diScoVerY! (short but interesting)'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-1110198039731887179</id><published>2007-08-14T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:26:50.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Not Gonna Be My Friend &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Well... simply by not having things turn out my way for the afternoon of today, unexpectedly put myself in the place of betting for bowling again. Totally unexpected. Lost a total of about 120 pins with the inclusion of 2 9pin tap games that I was badly beaten. The situation was not aided by the fact of a final high game that diced me into "bar chor". No luck, some might say. If you ask me, its a combination of tough luck and lack of capacity on my side. 'cause  at the end of it all, I think I'm still right. It's all my fault for punting, even better, for not playing better. Definately, I could have done better, but at least for today, Somethings were in place, not as bad as the last few trips. Hope I can make the cut for this Sunday, which I'm thinking of chickening out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!haiz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-1110198039731887179?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1110198039731887179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=1110198039731887179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1110198039731887179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1110198039731887179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/lifes-not-gonna-be-my-friend.html' title='Life&apos;s Not Gonna Be My Friend &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6113408041196615334</id><published>2007-08-13T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T23:59:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seMi-HaPPy</title><content type='html'>As usual, nothin much happened with just another day at school. But these 2 days did something that I have not done in nearly a month. Basketball! Miss it so much. The feeling of flight, lay-ups and everything else about the game. Couldn't resist temptation when I had too much free time and being so close to the end my "ban" time. Of course, took care by not playing games with people yet, but just dribbling and shooting the ball in the court brings back much pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY BALL!! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6113408041196615334?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6113408041196615334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6113408041196615334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6113408041196615334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6113408041196615334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/semi-happy.html' title='seMi-HaPPy'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-5951290284151182661</id><published>2007-08-10T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:07:27.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BowL iNto tHe GuTTer!</title><content type='html'>Been training really hard.&lt;br /&gt;Target : IVP team this year&lt;br /&gt;Becoming : Further &amp; Further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks quite far suddenly. I thought I was on track a month ago when i hit a high series of closing 1200 for 6 games. But now, after I replugged and reverted back to the use of my XXXcel, my games took a drastic dive. I have yet to hit a 200 games(the most one that I barely remembered). I'm now startin to blame that malay uncle. His ideas definately isn't bringing me anywhere. Maybe his ideas only work for his fellow "people" &gt;.&lt; Ahh... I don't know what to do now. I don't know where I've gone wrong. I'm getting more and more confused too. I don't think that I should blame him, after all, I believe that there's no bad ball, only bad bowler. I'm swaying from my principles soon, especially if i cannot solve the current form drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The realization came about this week that I'm doing really bad came when I bowled with Ros and Jiayee. When I bowled with Ros, who was given a handicap, and Aug, both of them manage to beat me. I was starting to wonder about myself... Then today, Jia Yee totally owned me, despite giving me a total of 200 pins handicap for 6 games. Seriously, I think I've done something wrong in my progression... Need help... mingming is suggesting I go back find Michael Wong for advice. I think it's a pretty good advice but I'm feeling a bit pai seh to ask him about it. I'm stuck there now thou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-5951290284151182661?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/5951290284151182661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=5951290284151182661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5951290284151182661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/5951290284151182661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/bowl-into-gutter.html' title='BowL iNto tHe GuTTer!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-1627159236309164140</id><published>2007-08-09T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:35:07.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NationaL dAy!!</title><content type='html'>Count on me Singapore~!&lt;br /&gt;Count on me Singapore~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha... its that day of the year again, where the whole nation goes on a public holiday to come together at a place to watch the national day parade and endless seas of people running around on an open ground. This year, its slightly more special. We have less seating space, people are running on a floating barge and performing next to large water bodies that can drown all of them together, if not everyone watching it, with ease. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another night where blur blur sleeps at close to 2am, regardless of school tomorrow. Somehow, my brother refuses to sleep with a last match record of defeat. And I thought that only happens in hall when I game with ntqh. Many Many nights like that, maybe even one too many. Maybe I'll need an extra alarm to tell me to stop playing at around 1230am. If not, I might not be able to go to school on time anymore, and even if I do, I'll never be alive there. Most probably I can be called "dead-man-walking". But even if I'm an undead, I'll still STAND UP FOR SINGAPORE! *hehZ* (no link)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-1627159236309164140?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1627159236309164140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=1627159236309164140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1627159236309164140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1627159236309164140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day.html' title='NationaL dAy!!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-1871432090315354522</id><published>2007-08-07T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:06:41.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KiLL da PiGGy</title><content type='html'>Haha... This is the fun part about blogs. I think no one reads whatever i writes here, might be cause i'm too bloody long winded. But I guess that's just me! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I slaughtered the piggy bank at home that my mom bought for nearly 3k. Sorta damaged the flooring a bit in the process of doing it. Hope no ones notices the scratches on the floor. School has started for a second day and I've clocked my first day of full pon-ten. Starting to miss hall a LOT more then I expected. Constant nagging at home is killing my... whatever cells I have in my body... wonder how long more can I last. Feel like moving back to hall already. Comfort of my room, free of crazy ideas and constant nagging. *ahhhh.. Save me...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel come see my blog more... haha.... Entertain me with some comments le... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-1871432090315354522?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/1871432090315354522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=1871432090315354522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1871432090315354522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/1871432090315354522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/kill-da-piggy.html' title='KiLL da PiGGy'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7575681823849632974</id><published>2007-08-05T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:58:36.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SocceR SeaSon Starting aGain!</title><content type='html'>1 more wk to the start of the new EPL season! or did i get it wrong? anyway, today's the chelsea man u match, and i think they both teams look rather lertargic, at least for the 5 mins I got the watch... quite boring. My mom took over TV, with her korean soap. Mayb I should try to irritate her off the tube so that I can watch.. *grinZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a pretty good book last night. Its a story about learning... sheeps learning to keep wolves from eating team. Well written with a good long morale to the story. Thin little book with cute pictures too ^.^ anyway, I am unable to provide the title as I'm reading a miniature cheap photocopy version with no title, but I can tell you, its from pegasus communications. You'll just have to ravage through whatever they have to find it. I think many will be able to learn from it so go get it! *no, they are not paying me for this, but i think they should be*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can get to see my 2nd half of charity shield...... (btw, new man u jeresy kinda suck)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7575681823849632974?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7575681823849632974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7575681823849632974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7575681823849632974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7575681823849632974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/soccer-season-starting-again.html' title='SocceR SeaSon Starting aGain!'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8223399793054908287</id><published>2007-08-04T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T21:13:18.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Latest Revelations~</title><content type='html'>2 more days to start of school again. Honestly, I do not know the direction my mood have shifted because of this turn. But for one thing i know is it won't be long till the time that this phase in live will become another part of history that will no longer repeat itself. At least I know I have had some fun times, and some bad while I'm at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suddenly crazy about the spider pig song from the simpsons' movie, especially the accapella version. Maybe I'll try to put it up for all your listening pleasure. That is when I've figured out how to do something like that... meanwhile, you can just listen it like this =^o^= &lt;br /&gt;Spider Pig~ Spider Pig~&lt;br /&gt;Does Whatever Spider Pig Does~&lt;br /&gt;Can He Swing on a Web?&lt;br /&gt;no He Can't He's Just a Pig~&lt;br /&gt;LOOK OUT!! iTs SpideR PiG~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about my problem of short attention span when i noticed that my table is messy. Guess I should clean it up after all. Looking at it for the pass few weeks didn't really help. Mayb I should go ahead and buy the official Matrix: the Movie sunglasses. Their pretty niche~ Money, money, where are... another darn mosquito. KILL KILL KILL!! What was I thinking??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lost* O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8223399793054908287?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8223399793054908287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8223399793054908287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8223399793054908287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8223399793054908287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/latest-revelations.html' title='~Latest Revelations~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3226090032598498160</id><published>2007-08-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T18:13:59.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SiLLy NTU ~ pReTTi HoTeLieR ~ HeLLo KittY SanDaLs</title><content type='html'>My cute cute FYP in-charge suddenly dished out an email to students like me, without an fyp, but hoping to take it. We have 5 days to respond. Of which, I spend all 5 days without even looking much at my computer. Much less to say, my mailbox. &gt;.&lt; Now I'm hoping they accept my application, thou its just a stupid survey with information that they could have easily obtained from NTU-CEE. I'm still at the figuring stage where I'm trying to figure out why they actually do these surveys rather then just get all the required info that they ask us to fill up... hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of today was more ordinary and less frustrating. Got to chat with a newbie bowler who happened to ask me to teach her bowling. Was super surprised when she told me she was working at Regent hotel. She looked totally like a student, and probably not local. She talked a little like a Singaporean save her proper command of language, only slightly given away by a soft singlish 'lah' at the end of her sentance. But what stunned me the most was my own performance up-ed a level after teacher her~ *wahaha...* What's funnier happened after she left the alley. Because she was just bowling in the lane next to mine, the counter guy asked me about her. That was after a short conversation when both of us noticed she and her friend disappeared without paying...*~surprise~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... somehow, I guess after I started blogging, I seem to have heighten senses. I noticed a girl with a cute pair of hello kitty sandals. I have no idea why I'm writing this, but here it is. (btw, the girl wearing it wasn't a mei nu unlike most of my readers. * just more useless information) =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3226090032598498160?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3226090032598498160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3226090032598498160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3226090032598498160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3226090032598498160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/silly-ntu-pretti-hotelier-hello-kitty.html' title='SiLLy NTU ~ pReTTi HoTeLieR ~ HeLLo KittY SanDaLs'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-8580766378893663494</id><published>2007-08-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:24:31.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOC-ing-ed?</title><content type='html'>3 hrs of sleep on the average with exciting activities of playing with cute little freshies was quite an experience. Well, at least the lack of sleep was not caused by the orientation itself, rather then the night gaming till 5 am each day~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very much a fun bunch, the freshies as "gong" as they were, they carried some youthful energy that i always seem to be deprived of recently. Spent much time playing ridiculous games and doing semi-meaningless stuff of that likeness with them was enjoyable. Guess i've always loved my freshies, right from the first batch that I tormented and protected as a programmer, to the last, that i tended to and care for as a badly outdated and rusted medic. Seeing these freshies grow on and become seniors, guiding the "younglings" was very much a satisfying process itself. Many a times slacking off, seeing them rekindles a little flame in me, reviving a little part of me(the charred portion maybe XD). Anyway, I hope to be close to this batch as the rest, but I somehow hope that I could be closer to them thou its not very possible with the decision to give my room to JJ. So far, didn't really get to know many of them, save a few by giving nicknames and stuff. I'll try to list as many as i can just for fun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vernen - Dunno how to spell. First name i got to know. Pretty romantic letter to ur SP!!&lt;br /&gt;Kallang River - Lang He(or Jia He) just another guai guai studious face at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Michelle - Funny to see the sumo mattress slip off you&lt;br /&gt;Car Hand - Seriously no idea how to spell this one too... but she's got free foot massage!&lt;br /&gt;Huiping - 153cm ger(i'm pretty sure of my guess ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;Lynette II - Striking resemblence to Lynette(duh) &amp;amp; has 2 NYJC orientation Tees &lt;&lt;mayb&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;153cm ger - just in case i got the name wrong + make my list longer&lt;br /&gt;Marvin - Dunno how to spell (ai zai as suggested by fred), WWF finish to sumo fight!!rawr~&lt;br /&gt;Philips - (got the name rite, yes??) Ang Mor dude!! (rare!)&lt;br /&gt;Guy with cool specs - a ONz guy with a special pair of frames!&lt;br /&gt;Chio-er Jeanie - I have no idea who this is. She was wearing either red or jean shorts during sentosa games. didn't even see the face... (Nickname is provided by fred)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being a free-loader senior has much advantages thou I still think the best is to be in the committee cause it forces at least some commitment instead of like me, running off twice half way in the span of 2 days. Not much chance left for me to do things like this anymore anyway... *saD* T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm..... this post gettin long. better stop here ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-8580766378893663494?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/8580766378893663494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=8580766378893663494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8580766378893663494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/8580766378893663494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/08/foc-ing-ed.html' title='FOC-ing-ed?'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-6680998287168110302</id><published>2007-07-30T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:37:54.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BA-ee VS aH_bLuR</title><content type='html'>Find it hard to believe today, when for lunch with my mom. Just after the meal, my mom said she wanted to go and see if there were any good deals at the provisions shops nearby, so she left first.&lt;br /&gt;As any good child would do, I went off, looking for my mum to help her carry the stuff but strangely, I didn't find her. Instead, I saw a Ba-EE who greeted me, and said that he was a fortune-teller. I though he was just trying to advertise himself, so i didn't register anything he was saying... after a while, he offered to give me 4 numbers, and like all good singaporeans, I didn't turn him down, seeing he was so enthu and things. What shocked me was after he gave me the numbers, he asked for some "ang pow" money... Pai seh not to give, I gave him 2 bucks, out of my wallet. Never would I expect stunner number 2. He asked for 4 dollars. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;reluctently, I took out 2 more dollars... my poor yusoff~ fly again!! *sobZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope the number actually can strike~ wahaha... ^.^ (typical singaporean)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-6680998287168110302?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/6680998287168110302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=6680998287168110302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6680998287168110302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/6680998287168110302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/07/ba-ee-vs-ahblur.html' title='BA-ee VS aH_bLuR'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-2366167051076908848</id><published>2007-07-29T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:31:23.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La DoLphiN?? Le DoLphiN?? tat's not impt</title><content type='html'>Under "bad" influence, my friend brought me to a bar to see bar top dancing, to sing k, and drink a bit. Some how, all those were not impt as i was actually a bit bored and i when for a walk outside the alleyways of clark quay(boat, watever, i oso not sure). At a corner of my eye, i caught sight of a girl crying alone there... Well, as people would know the shy me, I didn't do anything, probably cause I'm too shy, but eventually, i got hold of a pack of tissues and handed it to her. Without conversating, I left her alone... As I am (of course) shy and didn't know what words to console people with... not to mention i guess she might be wanting to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting horz~ ^.^&lt;br /&gt;its now time to get back to my daily boring routine-less life, questioning myself if i should go to Hall FOC~ haha... enjoy kiddies~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-2366167051076908848?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/2366167051076908848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=2366167051076908848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2366167051076908848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/2366167051076908848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/07/la-dolphin-le-dolphin-tats-not-impt.html' title='La DoLphiN?? Le DoLphiN?? tat&apos;s not impt'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-3713866165879036514</id><published>2007-07-27T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:34:44.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Boring Day?</title><content type='html'>Well, life sometimes turns out uneventful even if when you try to make it full of fun and fulfilling things... for the pass day, nothing really happened, or so to say, nothing really noteworthy that I would or I should mention here... to be excat, that's why I'm adding this entry simply cause I'm TOO BORED!! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the world more closely, I've sort of come to agree that I'm a person full of excuses, avoiding all sorts of responsibility and stuff like that. I believe its high time I changed, but I've no idea how or even how to start... Let me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll.... hmmm.... Maybe....  Or just maybe....&lt;br /&gt;urgh.... too much effort required... Maybe I should just leave it for a little later. =0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-3713866165879036514?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/3713866165879036514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=3713866165879036514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3713866165879036514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/3713866165879036514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-boring-day.html' title='Another Boring Day?'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-4098596789653524696</id><published>2007-07-25T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:47:19.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Blog nearing completion~ CraZy TheMe + LaYouT ^.^</title><content type='html'>As the my blog is nearing its completion everything that should be here, more or less is here already. As anyone with eyes would have noticed, my blog is definately more cutesy then most blogs out there. Feel free to continue to flood me with comments ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, another day just pass with nothing real accomplished. So won't bother blogging about it. Only note worthy thing is that I nearly broke the high score for the basketball game in TPY arcarde... though that's pretty meaningless also =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=^.^=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-4098596789653524696?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/4098596789653524696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=4098596789653524696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4098596789653524696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/4098596789653524696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-blog-nearing-completion-crazy.html' title='Finally Blog nearing completion~ CraZy TheMe + LaYouT ^.^'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-395630132264468886</id><published>2007-07-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:41:50.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~frustration~</title><content type='html'>decided to blog while tryin to fix up the lousy template of this crappy thing... really a waste of time &gt;.&lt; easy way to both lose sleep and kill time~ *wahaha* hope my helping hand in this matter can do something about it~ ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeepp~~ sleeeepp~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-395630132264468886?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/395630132264468886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=395630132264468886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/395630132264468886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/395630132264468886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/07/decided-to-blog-while-tryin-to-fix-up.html' title='~frustration~'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1760665069314683167.post-7227022458057665517</id><published>2007-07-24T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:02:49.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post 1'/><title type='text'>testing 1...2...3...</title><content type='html'>when u get too free... u do wat i do... create a blog~&lt;br /&gt;*wahaha*&lt;br /&gt;guess i'm really too free, with too many thing nothings to do nowadays... but i guess i'll juZ do tis for a while, till i'm actually sick of it.. but mayb i'll get many many supports!!(dreamz)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1760665069314683167-7227022458057665517?l=blurnerd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/feeds/7227022458057665517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1760665069314683167&amp;postID=7227022458057665517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7227022458057665517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1760665069314683167/posts/default/7227022458057665517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blurnerd.blogspot.com/2007/07/testing-123.html' title='testing 1...2...3...'/><author><name>bLuRneRd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12547466461801745249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
