<?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-8667425</id><updated>2011-10-31T02:18:36.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNAFU</title><subtitle type='html'>Situation Normal: All Fucked Up</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-112799939935861475</id><published>2005-09-29T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:09:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twin Edge</title><content type='html'>Got back almost all my prelim results today. Did quite well but now I don't know if I should be happy or sad or what to say around everyone else 'cause I feel bad that I've done better than them and am so happy when they're sad. Knn lah. Anyway, ran the 11km route at macritchie today. Damn interesting. It was such a fresh experience I was running at a crazy pace and managed to keep it up all the way. Wish everything in life could be fixed by a good run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-112799939935861475?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/112799939935861475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=112799939935861475' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112799939935861475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112799939935861475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/09/twin-edge.html' title='Twin Edge'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-112781964264877854</id><published>2005-09-27T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T19:14:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only 42 klicks!</title><content type='html'>I have begun me marathon plan! Bwahahhaha. I need to prove to myself that if I want something bad enough I can earn it whether it was meant to be or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-112781964264877854?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/112781964264877854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=112781964264877854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112781964264877854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112781964264877854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-only-42-klicks.html' title='It&apos;s only 42 klicks!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-112390013935642786</id><published>2005-08-13T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:28:59.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetest dream (or maybe not!)</title><content type='html'>Sigh... had the best dream of my life. And when I woke up in the middle of the night I felt terrible. Do dreams ever come true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-112390013935642786?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/112390013935642786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=112390013935642786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112390013935642786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112390013935642786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/08/sweetest-dream-or-maybe-not.html' title='Sweetest dream (or maybe not!)'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-112350719853151090</id><published>2005-08-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T21:19:58.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does it always rain on me</title><content type='html'>Played soccer for sports carnival. Beat the first team 1-0, even though they were obviously better than us. They only have themselves to blame lah, their shooting piorities were height, power and - oh, did I mention? - more height. Anyway as the second team walked in they asked the first team "Are they good?" and though I didn't catch the reply, I heard the guy say next, "Then how did you all lose?" LOL. Useless asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian lah, I really need pomelo leaves and holy water or something to get rid of my bad luck. On Saturday, already tio jacked once AND I missed the bus. Then today, I hit the goalpost from an acute angle. As if that wasn't enough, while Heng Liang and I were fooling around, we banged into one another and now my right shin has a huge bruise. And... wait for it, I got jacked AGAIN! Wth. I think I can bet my life on it already - when it comes to going out with someone I like, nothing can ever go right. Shit, it hurts even more when you realize you've been looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I know I shouldn't be possessive and that everyone has a life. Which is exactly why I haven't killed some people yet. Do I qualify for some prize for tolerance and self-control?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-112350719853151090?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/112350719853151090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=112350719853151090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112350719853151090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112350719853151090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-does-it-always-rain-on-me.html' title='Why does it always rain on me'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-112273970170895705</id><published>2005-07-31T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:08:21.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day! You are so lucky on your first day!</title><content type='html'>=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for scholarship thingy. Disappointing. "Exhibition" consisted of a miniscule number of pathetic booths. Seminar presentations were basically rehashed information you could find on the organizations' websites (eg. "www.educationuk.org.sg") although the Brit guy was really really good. Now you know why London won the Olympics 2012 bid... they had style and humour - absolutely brilliant! Glenn leeched onto me the whole day =( how depressing. He even had the cheek to say "Looks like I managed to shake off Anand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the career guide 2005 I bought for $5 is absolutely brilliant. Quite set on finance now. [Dolly accent]So exciting![/Dolly accent] LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-112273970170895705?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/112273970170895705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=112273970170895705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112273970170895705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112273970170895705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-day-you-are-so-lucky-on-your.html' title='First day! You are so lucky on your first day!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-112248006851667800</id><published>2005-07-27T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:04:30.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Mosquito</title><content type='html'>Long time no see arh! Hah! Obviously I can't remember anything that happened too long ago, so I'll just blog about more recent stuff, starting from say, Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a nice day. Forgot what I did after school - oh dear. I knew I stayed back for something... Ah crap probably basketball lah. Cannot remember liao. Most schooldays just seem to pass by in a blur. [Edit: Remembered liao, watched the Island with Brady and Jian. Scarlet Johansson is damn bloody hot and sexy man.... arrrrrgh!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday (Tuesday) was quite fun. She walked with me for a bit in the morning to civics so my day was effectively -made-. Thank you, the powers-that-be. I know not to read too much into this kind of thing though, since it was probably for reasons of convenience. The VCR was *still* spoilt so we Kadir just told us various nonsense soccer stories and tried to teach us about sportsmanship. Lessons were boring as usual (slept through all the lectures, again, as usual) until PE. PE is now effectively free periods, so I went to play floorball with a few of the other J2s. Somehow we ended up playing canoeists vs. non-canoeists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being super tyco, we stormed to a 9-0 lead and the score eventually ended up ard like 15+++ to 5. Unfortunately, this asshole by the name of Gerald Lui (if misspelt, not at all sorry) decided to take offence to the fact that I was able to dribble past him repeatedly and tried to hack off my legs by swinging his floorball stick wildly with one arm. He probably did so also because having decided that the floorball was too challenging, tried to hit a larger target like say, me. Funnily enough, when he wasn't dropping the floorball stick after another of his wild swings, he was surprisingly accurate at bashing my right shin and eventually cut it wide open, the fucker. Having had sportsmanship lessons, I decided to be nice and tried to talk to him but his excuse was "Then stop shielding the ball with your body lah." Then what the fuck do you expect me to do, fucker? Pass the ball to you arh? This cheebye even tried to push the blame to me, saying "You also whack my teammates what." I may have put in a few mistimed blocks, but I always apologized if I banged into someone and certainly did not go around hacking at people with my floorball stick. I certainly hopes he learns to control his nasty temper, for the next time he finds me, I may just accidentally lose all psychomotor skills and ram the stick into his face (which certainly could use some rearranging).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this most unpleasant and nasty (if victorious) episode, I joined Lao Jian and the rest for some basketball, and then Ben Woon and Ming Yong for some badminton. Finally, joined some 1C and 6F people to play soccer. Unfortunately, my left shoe decided to give way completely so I ended up playing barefoot and burned both my soles to a crisp. Ouch! My shower later in the evening was certainly not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PE was most shitty. Having heard some rumour that there was just going to be a survey, I thought I would go, fill it up, and then join 1C for soccer at the semi-D. Unfortunately, the PE teachers took the opportunity to con us into some nutrition talk, which was utterly useless and merely demonstrated their horrendous grasp of English. By the time we were released (10 minutes late), the soccer game was over =(. Did a bit of basketball shooting before joining Leonard in the library to check out foreign university materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long, I've finally decided to do Finance, and after much consideration, at Wharton (UPenn) or SMU. Depending obviously on results and financing. There was a talk by some UK professor on writing a personal statement at 2.30++, which was absolutely hilarious, and I would certainly have stayed awake even if I wasn't taking down notes for Margie. After the talk, we met up with Chin in the canteen and just sat around and talked cock until Hong Wenxian came running up, clearly in distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Free food!"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Relativity lecture just ended. They got everyone to pay $4 for catered food, but there's too much!"&lt;br /&gt;"We're on our way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Disposal Units Chin and Loh were immediately deployed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Glenn is seriously pissing me off. I wish there was a way to get across to him clearly without offending him too much that I don't want him following me around all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Ridiculously irrelevant title is because this sneaky mosquito has been biting me repeatedly while I've been at the computer tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-112248006851667800?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/112248006851667800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=112248006851667800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112248006851667800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112248006851667800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/07/big-mosquito.html' title='Big Mosquito'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-112117676292436495</id><published>2005-07-12T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:59:22.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much</title><content type='html'>Just want to say that I love Nic! As a friend of course. My best girl friend. Hahahaha. =P Sheesh, what were you thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-112117676292436495?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/112117676292436495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=112117676292436495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112117676292436495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112117676292436495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/07/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing much'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-112048229874591861</id><published>2005-07-04T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T21:04:58.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism Psychotherapy</title><content type='html'>// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;WOOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;you're mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm just psychoing myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;it's another long 3 mths of crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;not crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;WONDERFUL TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;okay whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;you still know it's crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;thou shalt not unpsycho me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;sch is fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;it's really fun, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;lectures rock, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;and tutorials are great eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;and the girls are damn chio lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;*heart attack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;die liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// sweetheart, the smile i love isn't around every morning anymore and my life is the emptier for it says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;you're joking right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weixun - says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-112048229874591861?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/112048229874591861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=112048229874591861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112048229874591861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/112048229874591861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/07/optimism-psychotherapy.html' title='Optimism Psychotherapy'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-111823771020495306</id><published>2005-06-08T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:35:10.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Suay</title><content type='html'>Koped this quiz from Shen Ting's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more open with you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you save for a rainy day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be a little selfish. You only do what interests you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you will search and search until you find your perfect match.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-111823771020495306?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/111823771020495306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=111823771020495306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111823771020495306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111823771020495306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/06/bloody-suay.html' title='Bloody Suay'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-111502747907167842</id><published>2005-05-02T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T17:51:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant</title><content type='html'>Whoo! Where does all that time go! It's been ages since I last wrote anything on the blog, probably due to a general feeling of ennui and the fact that no one really cares about what I say or think anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate truth is that nothing really meaningful has happened, which means I still hold the same view about JC, which is that it is just a BIG WASTE OF TWO YEARS OF YOUR LIFE! I've been advising my sisters to go poly, but I doubt they will 'cause my mum dislikes poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To quote the Clash in Clampdown, "the men at the factory are old and cunning / you don't owe nothing / boy, get running! / it's the best years of your life they want to steal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm moving on. I've realized that I'm just being stupid hanging on to this foolish hope that she will love me one day, which is as stupid as people who believe that by pumping a million dollars in, they can get RI rugby to be a force again. Dream on! She's always with someone else now, so my hopes are as miniscule as Newcastle's chances of getting anywhere into a title-contending position in any cup/league while Souness remains at the helm. I could go on moaning but she doesn't deserve any more of my effort. It helps that I've developed a liking for someone else, but I'm afraid the cycle will just repeat with her. I've learnt to keep my feelings to myself, I guess. Love taught me that much. And you taught me the real meaning of loneliness, though it seems you won't be the one to cure mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (ongoing) time in harmoc has been a rather bittersweet experience I guess. It's definitely been fun, and somehow as the practices went by, I actually started looking forward more to them. Carrying instruments is a real killer though haha. I'm no hunk! SYF was on Friday, and we got silver, which wasn't unexpected although I was a bit disappointed we didn't manage to get a gold. I didn't hear or see VJ perform so no comment on their gold. Anyway this dead horse has been beaten into a singularity already and I'm not in harmoc, so I really shouldn't comment further. Concert in a few weeks' time, and they have asked me to play for it too, so I think I will since they want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so screwed for NAPFA. I still can't do 5 pullups for some unknown godforsaken reason! Bleah. And my fitness is going to pot, yesterday I played some soccer with BC and Leonard and some strangers at Bishan Park and I got tired real quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the difference between a 'g' and a 'u'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-111502747907167842?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/111502747907167842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=111502747907167842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111502747907167842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111502747907167842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/05/constant.html' title='Constant'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-111081266484454088</id><published>2005-03-14T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:04:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>And this is why the good men are all turning gay: because they have lost their faith in women. When you love a woman with all your heart and soul but she ignores you, it hurts man. It hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-111081266484454088?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/111081266484454088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=111081266484454088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111081266484454088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111081266484454088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/03/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-111064432015384563</id><published>2005-03-13T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T00:21:46.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the Bar</title><content type='html'>As Shen Ting just said, it seems like this blog has become a weekly publication for me. You can blame last week's hiatus on my father bringing his laptop overseas for work again. Should be getting a new computer soon though. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC made good on his debt by treating me to dinner at NYDC on Monday. Had the wonderful Three Amigos baked pasta. Also finally bought my own copy of Franz Ferdinand from HMV. Bought Kai Min's birthday cake on the way home from Sweet Secrets in J8. It was supposed to be his birthday, but we forgot, except for Margaret, who only remembered just as we were leaving the OG table for assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Kai Min's birthday on Tuesday morning. The stupid fan was too powerful, so we ended up lighting just the big candle just before Kai Min blew it out. Happy birthday! Had to be the first time this whole year we played soccer for PE sia. Mr. Low was damn funny, asked us not to write letter to the Forum complaining about being forced to play in the hot sun and getting him fired. We outnumbered 3E 9 to 7, so Mr. Low joined them. For some unknown reason he decided we should play the role of Liverpool and 3E would play as Real Madrid. After a run down the left and some determined play I managed to get a cross in for Bi Bi to score (see his blog &lt;a href="http://mylifeasaminor.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) the opening goal. Guozheng soon added one before Brady scored a wonderful own goal, catching the ball then putting it on the goal line and tapping it in. Lao Jian responded by reextending our lead to two goals. 3-1 to Liverpool and Real Madrid's Galacticos looked decidedly jaded. In the final minutes of the game, from 10 metres-odd behind Jia Lun, I intercepted a pass to him before getting caught from behind. A free kick was awarded and being the tyco king that I am, I swerved my shot straight into the far corner of the crossbar. Thankfully, Lao Yang pounced on the rebound to make it 4-1 and the final whistle was blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, staying for PE meant I had missed the bus to the Sciece Centre for SSEF set-up. Luckily, Wei Ting gave me a lift to NUS. Collected my poster from the Dean's office, which looked quite good I must say. Although $60 is a complete rip-off. Took a taxi with Leonard to the Science Centre Annexe. We arrived quite late, so most of the other participants had gone home, but we stayed back anyway to take a look around first and draw up a map of RJ booths haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the first day of the exhibition and boy was it screwed up. The judges came at irregular, arbitrary, self-determined times. Weixun was lucky, all 3 of his judges came by 11.30, so he just stayed back for the free lunch and went home. Leonard and I had our last judge at almost 6! Spent most of our free time playing/watching inane games on other people's laptops, like Siege and Marvel vs. Capcom. Wei Ting and Shi Hui were the worst, their third judge didn't come at all, and this kind lady volunteered to replace him and by the time they finished, only the two of them and some of us RJ people who stayed back to give them moral support were left. Absolutely exhausted by the boredom, I fell asleep at 10+ that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was not much better. The exhibition was supposed to open its doors to the public at 11, but obviously, no one came that early. So we wasted more time playing/watching computer games.  In the afternoon, all these secondary school students started flooding in. Oh, I forgot to mention that the booths are impossibly cramped. There's less than 1m of space between each booth lah. WTF. It was so hot inside, most of the time I hung out at the front end of the hall near Wei Ting's booth. Finally at 4.30+, the prizes were awarded, and in a shocking turn of events, Harold, not Wenxian, got double Gold for his projects. Not so shocking however, was the fact that I got nothing but some CCA points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school on Friday. Realized I really missed most of my classmates and the og. It's just different without them. Passed Xiao Tian her dark chocolate! Haha, so now I get to kick her seat all the time. =P Had Chem SPA, which was quite easy since TTT told me the required values earlier. Went to practice shooting with BC after that and hit the bar quite a few more times AGAIN. Clearly, I am improving. BC's outside curlers on the right are damn powerful man. Had dinner at Cafe Cartel with BC and Sunnie then went back for Astro. Kicked the ball around in the basketball court. Shit lah, see the two of them play I don't feel like playing already, don't dare to call myself a football player. Tried some card trick with Nen - quite cool, before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the IT Show today but it's getting late liao, so I'll write up a funnier and more focused piece on it later today when I'm bored or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-111064432015384563?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/111064432015384563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=111064432015384563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111064432015384563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111064432015384563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/03/hitting-bar.html' title='Hitting the Bar'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-111012346526773378</id><published>2005-03-06T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:37:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BC, You Owe Me Lunch</title><content type='html'>Friday was slack. Had Bio SPA, which was easy since we had an answer scheme prepared in advance. Chem prac-turned-super-long-tutorial was cut short because Chua wanted to go watch the J2s get results and (a very slim) majority of the class agreed so we got let off at 2.30. Went to play a bit of football in the basketball court. Lao Yang played too! He's not bad for a total beginner, can be my tu di. Hahaha. Went to play in the semi-D - racist game again. Missed an open goal (how embarrassing) but managed to score a few good ones also. I like the one from a corner where I backheeled the ball in midair into goal off the far post. And one where I stole the ball from Ajay by pushing it from under his feet toward the left before toepoking a dipping shot all the way into his goal. Yay! Anyway, we played 'til around 4.30++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging around school with BC, I noticed this particular couple which I actually know personally. And I find it really funny how their body language and behaviour practically screams "we're together", yet the two of them are always denying their relationship. Yup, seems like this year is the year for bond-breaking - some people get boyfriends, then they start ignoring you and forgetting all you did for them just a year ago. Nowadays, no one seems to be taking the initiative to maintain their friendships. And whenever I try to put in some effort and maintain, inevitably it fizzles out - it takes two hands to clap, but only one to give me a slap in the face for trying. Well, f*** you too. (Oh, Kat, I'm most definitely not referring to you at all. You've been wonderful - take care!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I've resolved to stop cursing and swearing too much. It's lost its impact liao. Particularly worrying was when I stated my resolution to Zhong Ye, and he said he wouldn't feel it was me liao. That's quite sad actually, I shouldn't let my cursing define me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at 5.15, I left for Bugis MRT and met up with Brady, Lao Jian and Zhong Ye for Katong laksa. Hai, damn nice. Then we rushed over to meet the rest of the class in Esplanade for our "Learning Journey" to watch Adolf. We actually thought we were one of the first to arrive, but surprisingly, everyone except the Gang of Five and Alroy were already there. Xiao Tian was very chio man! Better hope Guozheng doesn't read this and kill me - haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolf was really good. Everyone should watch. It was funny, meaningful and the performance was masterful. It really makes you think. How do we strike a balance between the utopia born of the logical pursuit of efficiency and a dystopia defined by intolerance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play, we hanged around outside the recital studio trying to get a class photo, but then Nadia was embarrassed or something and tried to run away. And that idiot Anand commented really loudly how the Gang of Five wasn't part of the class and the worst part was Audrey and Sneha will nearby and definitely heard it. Anand is such an ass. As if he has done anything to bring them closer to the class. He sure didn't endear himself with that insensitive verbal diarrhea. Anyway we got the class photo done in the end, although we failed to put Jian and Yue together. Ah, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for coffee at Pacific Coffee after that with Ai Lin and gang. Heard a lot of very bad lame jokes. Refused to buy anything 'cause I've resolved to save more money also. Left at 10.30, but on our way through Citylink we guys got distracted by HMV. Looking at the time, I would have missed the last 53 so I decided to go on to Ang Mo Kio with Ai Lin and Min Ling and see what I could take - which turned out to be 135. Now I know the route I should take whenever I miss the last 53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night was really exciting because I asked BC to help me bet on football. I told him to put $5 each on Newcastle, Chelsea -1.5 and Man U -1.5. By the end of the night, I had only gotten the latter wrong, so I was overjoyed. Unfortunately, BC informed this morning he had conveniently forgotten to place the bets. Shit, I'm going to make him treat me to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formula 1 season started again! And Renault (which I support!) got off to a flying start! Watched the whole thing. Damn shiok man. Fisichella in pole position, maintained his race leader status except for one lap (to Alonso) all the way for a picture-perfect finish! And Alonso, after starting from 13th, pushed up all the way to 3rd, with a couple of fantastic overtakes. Yay! =D Poor little Mikey Schmucker got hit by Heidfeld and had to retire... awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts again tomorrow... sigh. This week should be short, missing Wednesday and Thursday 'cause of SSEF. The poster is going to cost me $60! Ouch. SSEF is a waste of time, since I have no chance of winning, but I need the CCA points I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here's to a good week to end the term with. Sigh. I know what would really make my week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-111012346526773378?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/111012346526773378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=111012346526773378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111012346526773378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/111012346526773378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/03/bc-you-owe-me-lunch.html' title='BC, You Owe Me Lunch'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110943496472985775</id><published>2005-02-27T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:22:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need Career Guidance</title><content type='html'>Considering potential careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, as anyone will tell you, you'll have to consider your goals first. So here are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Control of my life. That means I don't end up working at sicko times just because my boss wants me to or a reaction says I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Healthy lifestyle. That means I should be able to get enough time a day to exercise and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Reasonable amount of personal time. I don't mean I need time to have a spa session or such nonsense, but I should have time to play football or read a book or do the things I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enjoyment and personal fulfilment. This is, personally, the least important consideration. I'm tough, and as long as the next goal is met, I can tahan anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bloody good pay. By which I mean enough to retire before I'm 40. And enough to live comfortably WAY WAY WAY before that. I'm not a sicko who wants a bloody big house or a luxury car (or a Ferrari) but I want to be able to provide my family with a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I retire I can go start up a small business for my enjoyment and personal fulfilment, like a CD shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the options thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Academia. At least this was what I thought I wanted to do last time. Until I went for SRP and realized that research is chao boring. Lecturing is pretty good pay though. And if it's in a poly, pretty damn slack too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Financier. Fucking big sums of money galore. As Wenxian says, you manage big sums of other people's money, so they give you big sums of money so you won't be corrupt. Excellent. But it sounds terribly difficult (can you say screw-up on the stock market?) and I'm not really interested in such a field of study. But the money... oooohhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chiropracter. Did I get the spelling right? My sis injured her back recently so she had to see a chiropracter. Who I heard, just puts electrodes on people and then chats with them for half an hour while they undergo the therapy and then charges them 60 bucks for it. Apparently he sees a 1000 people a month. You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Psychologist. Screw up other people's life. Come up with nonsensical theories (crf: Freud) and get paid for it. Best if you can do school counselling or some such nonsense. Also a stepping stone for joining one of those DISC or Jung-type personality test companies and going around schools and companies teaching them about it and what-not. Possibility for writing a book on how to be happy or effective or such nonsense and charging people exorbitant amounts of money for it (crf. "Seven Habits of Highly Effective People"). Which will lead to tour on lecture circuit. See the world. Get paid bloody large sums of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Journalist. Exciting. Get to travel. Get shouted at by editor. Finally see my exquisite writing in print. Lousy pay until you're a editor and by that time I'm 50 and unable to enjoy my wealth properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the overriding factor is BLOODY LARGE SUMS OF MONEY. Screw fulfilment or other factors, as long as I don't have to sacrifice my health, dignity or morals, I'll do anything to earn the money quickly so I can invest this capital in stocks and stuff and then sit back and watch the money grow and never have to lift a finger on behalf of some boss for the rest of my life. I'll lead a happy, healthy and peaceful life in a quiet home far away from the city with my parents and maybe a wife and maybe children. I'll have the time to do all the things I want, like play football in an amateur league on weekends, do charity work, travel around the world, and most importantly, hold her forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110943496472985775?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110943496472985775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110943496472985775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110943496472985775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110943496472985775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-need-career-guidance.html' title='I Need Career Guidance'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110934773595320433</id><published>2005-02-26T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:39:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Material World</title><content type='html'>Being a Tale of The Adventures of Mr. Loh in NTU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1 - Two Days' Notice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine Tuesday morning, Mr. Loh received on his handphone an SMS from his His Excellency, Club Alchemy Chairman, Mr. Choo Cheng Lim, requesting his personal particulars. Mr. Loh was in a lecture at the time and deemed it most inappropriate and rude to ignore the lecturer and use his handphone, so he promptly ignored it and went back to sleep. It wasn't until later in the day, when he bumped into Mr. Lim (not literally), that he was reminded of his duty to do so, as he was being entered, in a desperation manoeveur, as a reserve for the Material Science Quiz being held at NTU in two days time. Noting the fine health of the other 6 members of the team, Mr. Choo, Mr. Chan, Mr. Cai, Mr. Hong and Mr. Poseur, Mr. Loh thought nothing of it and went off to get his required daily kick from his regular dose of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Mr. Loh was accompanying his J1 OG to J8 for lunch when lo! and behold! he met Mr. Choo and Mr. Chan in MOS Burger. Over lunch, Mr. Choo dropped a bomb on Mr. Loh (not literally again), informing Mr. Loh about his required presence over the next two days at NTU. Mr. Loh quickly overcame the shock of this sudden announcement, remembering of course that his commitments to RJ lessons from 8 to 4 for the next two days would have to be rescheduled or even *cancelled*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 - Conflict:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday soon came around, and on the back of a massive Barca-Chelski/Manure-Milan hangover, Mr. Loh tried valiantly to mug for the quiz in an unprecedented exhibition of futility and last-minute cramming by studying the glossary of a Material Chem book written by a notorious character, "Callister", in 20 minute minutes during the trip to NTU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he knew it, his short-term memory was put to an exhausting and vigorous test by 50 MCQ questions on Material Science, Physics and even O-Level Chemistry. After a most excellent catered lunch involving multiple bowls of Cheng Teng, Mr. Loh made his lonely way back to school, as his presence was deemed redundant. It was in the RJ canteen that Mr. Loh met up with the infamous Mr. Chen and proceeded to the semi-D for what was to be an intensive one and a half hour soccer game, where Mr. Loh demonstrated his improving dribbling, shooting, passing, running, vision and defensive capability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, as he was enjoying a well-earned rest in the canteen, he was spotted by his Physics lecturer, Mr. Lee, who promptly questioned his lack of presence at his practical session, followed by his presence presently in a soaked RJ PE kit. Keeping his cool, Mr. Loh deftly responded with the partial truth, because as everyone knows, the best lies all have a little of the truth in them. With that nimble turn, Mr. Loh was soon back on the semi-D playing another hour and a half of football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3 - Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lovely Friday morning, when he would rather be kicking his Aerow about the RJ semi-D, Mr. Loh found himself in a NTU LT copying questions off a screen furiously as his teammates tried their best to qualify for the semi-final round. In a shocking result, Team RJC found that their first day first position was soon reduced to a fourth place, which allowed them to scrape in. After a short break, during which a certain "Jack" from HCJC (now officially HCI, but I shan't give them the dignity of being called an "Institution") came over to Mr. Hong and said, "I'll see you in the final." In a shocking turn of events, "Jack" and HCJC's arrogance was rewarded when they were kicked out after the semi-final round with a score of -70, while RJC led the pack with 140 points. ACJC and VJC, being far more humble, qualified as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led by the brilliant Mr. Choo, RJC plotted a devious strategy that resulted in the eventual demise of both AC and VJC, despite a suicidal move by Mr. Hong towards the end that left everyone hanging on the last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Loh's contributions to the team were rewarded with $250, of which he donated $100 to Alchemy in order to set up the Loh Library of Chemistry for RJ Club Alchemy members. In addition to this, he enjoyed the addition of 5 valuable CCA points and the promise of a Certificate of Merit. Happily he tolerated the dreadfully boring 2 hours of a Chemistry practical before he joined Mr. Chen, Mr. Lee Kay Mun and Mr. Gerrard Yee on the soccer field for some soccer practice. During one particular wingplay practice, Mr. Loh drifted towards the right before cutting to the left. Slowing down the ball, he let Mr. Chen catch up, before deftly pulling a Cryuff on him and letting fly an outside curler with his right foot that cannoned off the far post into the net, past a hapless Mr. Lee KM. The 4-strong crowd that had gathered to watch cheered in appreciation of this most excellent display of footballing tyco-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Loh and Mr. Chen then proceeded to Swensens' for a celebratory dinner before high on ice cream, they made their way home to a deserved weekend of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, Mr. Loh found out that his make-up Physics prac on Monday let him skip Chua's extra lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and all was most exerrent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You smiled and said hi this week. Never remember being so happy before. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110934773595320433?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110934773595320433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110934773595320433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110934773595320433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110934773595320433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-material-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Material World'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110878450469372715</id><published>2005-02-19T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T11:41:44.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week In Review</title><content type='html'>This has been a really quiet week on the blog, so I'll make up for it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Valentine's day so we surprised all the girls in the class with the "shoes" we bought for them. Haha we had to keep our outings to get them presents a secret, so we said we were buying "shoes". We actually bought them personalized handphone thingies. Okay I have no idea what you call them, the ones you hang from your handphone. They look pretty good, with these gold cube beads with letters spelling out their names and a nice big Q at the end, if I may say so myself. Must thank everybody for their gifts. Eh, why did I thank everybody when I could have just said Min Ling, Shen Yue and Kat? Haha... thanks for the chocolates and sweets! Very thoughtful. =) And Kat's V-day cookies were fantastic. But everyone was very supportive so thanks, especially Xiao Tian for teaching me how to fold stars and make friendship bracelets. And Zhong Ye and Lao Yang for accompanying to buy roses and then staying by me to give me moral support til the last moment. Met up with Zhong Ye and the rest of the Bunch after that and while we were walking towards the basketball court my heart was still racing and I kept tripping over my steps and nearly fell down once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first Modular Civics tutorial on Tuesday, which was some "Be an Inventor" module by Mr. Lee. Haha, quite funny lah, I think Lao Yang idolizes him, so basically he chose that module and the rest of us just followed him. Coincidentally, Shen Yue's friend, who I just met the day before when I walked to the MRT with Shen Yue and her, was in the module too. And she just *has* to be *her* classmate too, so she kept trying to make fun of me or something. For PE we played Ultimate Frisbee (urgh) so as usual I got pwnt upside down. After that Lao Jian, Lao Yang and I went to watch Constantine. Not bad man... quite interesting and the action was decent. Keanu Reeves is really suited to this kind of role where he doesn't need to emote much and just act cool and look constipated occasionally. Rachel Weisz wasn't as chio as I thought she was... so that was quite disappointing. After the movie I went to Taka to buy Kat's notebook (with some cow/pig design) I couldn't find it at the Toys section where she told me to look so I gave up after almost 20 minutes of searching. Then, as I walked past the gifts section in B1 I found this booth selling stationary and stuff so I just thought I'd get her a notebook anyway. There was this one with a cow on it so I just bought that one before making my way to the airport. I was late by almost 15 minutes (so sorry!) but luckily she was still there! So talked for a while and passed her the notebook. She must really be fated to have that notebook, 'cause it *was* the right one after all! And in the right size too! And she gave me ANOTHER bunch of cookies, which I just finished last night. Ahh, forget medicine, she should just start a bakery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was boring. Played a bit of basketball and football after school and beat Haynes 1-on-1 twice by running diagonally across goal before scoring with an outside flick with my left foot between his legs haha. Talked cock with Lao Jian for a while after that until he had to go for guitar then made my way home. Haha, for the first time this whole year, I actually made an effort to do some work at home! Did a couple of Bio structured questions and finished my Power Series assignment. Yeah! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Thursday was really bad. It was terribly BORING. Then again, what's new? Spent the whole day working out our SPA answer plan only to find out during SPA that the question was different. Luckily for us, the question was actually EASIER and most of our plan was still quite relevant so we could still use it! =D Went for Alchem after that, which was some lecture by the Cloarmneyr and Clarence so Cai, Chin, Jychee, AST and I just stood around and talked cock before going home at 7 plus. Then maybe 'cause it had been a really shitty day and I hadn't gotten any response from her, I got really depressed at home and I must really thank for Tian for talking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'm going to find the $$&amp;#&amp;#%! who gave us two 4 o'clock days in a row introduce his face to my fist lah. First period was free period 'cause Mr. Lee was busy so we played basketball! It was damn fun, and my shooting was somehow super on-form from the "K-spot" so finally got to score some points for once. I think Brady, Lao Jian and I won leh =P. Haha. It was quite good 'til that stupid Michaels confiscated the ball as he walked by towards the end of the period. Asshole. The only consolation was that it was actually the Council's ball anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fridays, I have most esteemed privelege of having not one, but TWO pracs in a day! And both were held by the two shittiest teachers that I have. Screw them. As usual Chua tried to attitude me by saying I should be a "good influence" on Zep and Chian and GZ. Woah, piss off man. Insult me can, but don't insult my friends, you shitty piece of crap. At this point I just want to thank (almost) all the guys in S03Q, who are the ones making lessons bearable for me. School finally ended up Chem Prac at 4, but then it started RAINING so couldn't play football. Ended up watching Talentime with Lao Jian and Lao Yang. Left school at around 6 and it promptly started raining AGAIN. Ahaha. Anyway Lao Yang went home while the rest of us went to Cafe Cartel to grab dinner before going back for the BAND CONCERT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band concert was damn damn damn nice man. Got some nice seats in the gallery so we could see everyone. Brady is damn pro man. On ALL the instruments! Haha and we were comparing the other timpanists to Brady. "Not as good as Brady", "not as style as Brady", "not as cute as Brady"... Zhong Ye was super pro also and his hair was damn cool. Nic was super sexy and damn zai arh - both as MC and musician! If there had to be a bad part of the concert I think it was this bunch of shitty people sitting behind us who couldn't stop gossiping throughout the whole concert. And the RGS band was quite er... disappointing, nearly put me to sleep. Maybe it's just their choice of song. During the interval, BC and I played some football in the canteen until I fell on the inside of my left knee and hurt it. Arrrr. Finally got to pass Channie the stars and the chocolate before going back for the concert. =) 2nd half of the concert was better than the first (probably 'cause it was all RJSB). That Boon fella is ji pro on the drumset lah. I'd sell my soul to be just *half* as pro. I think my favourite bit of the whole concert is still listening to Nic's part on Hanover. Gave Nic and Charis roses after the concert then went to take photo with Brady and Zhong Ye! Haha, we tried taking this photo outdoors at the Zebra field and since Brady and Zhong Ye were wearing black they just disappeared in the photo! Like ghosts! Damn cool. Must get it from Zhong Ye and put it up sometime. Took another one inside the Indoor Gym before playing MORE football with Lao Jian and BC there using the floorball goalposts (shhhhh...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, that was a really good ending to what had been 'til yesterday, quite a shitty, frustrating and lousy week. I don't know why but somehow the whole week I was in like quite a stoned, bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good weekend and don't study too hard for Physics lec test k! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110878450469372715?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110878450469372715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110878450469372715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110878450469372715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110878450469372715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/week-in-review.html' title='The Week In Review'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110854982891229113</id><published>2005-02-16T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T18:30:28.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>开不了口</title><content type='html'>开不了口 - 周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才离开没多久就开始 担心今天的妳过得好不好 &lt;br /&gt;整个画面是妳 想妳想的睡不着 &lt;br /&gt;嘴嘟嘟那可爱的模样 还有在妳身上香香的味道 &lt;br /&gt;我的快乐是妳 想妳想的都会笑 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有妳在我有多难熬(没有妳在我有多难熬多烦恼) &lt;br /&gt;没有妳烦我有多烦恼(没有妳烦我有多烦恼多难熬) &lt;br /&gt;穿过云层 我试着努力向妳奔跑 &lt;br /&gt;爱才送到 妳却已在别人怀抱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是开不了口 让她知道 &lt;br /&gt;我一定会呵护着妳 也逗妳笑 &lt;br /&gt;妳对我有多重要 我后悔没 让妳知道 &lt;br /&gt;安静的听妳撒娇 看妳睡着 一直到老 &lt;br /&gt;就是开不了口 让她知道 &lt;br /&gt;就是那么简单几句 我办不到&lt;br /&gt;整颗心悬在半空 我只能够 远远看着 &lt;br /&gt;这些我都做得到 但那个人已经不是我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有妳在我有多难熬(没有妳在我有多难熬多烦恼) &lt;br /&gt;没有妳烦我有多烦恼(没有妳烦我有多烦恼多难熬) &lt;br /&gt;穿过云层 我试着努力向妳奔跑 &lt;br /&gt;爱才送到 妳却已在别人怀抱 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是开不了口 让她知道 &lt;br /&gt;我一定会呵护着妳 也逗妳笑 &lt;br /&gt;妳对我有多重要 我后悔没 让妳知道 &lt;br /&gt;安静的听妳撒娇 看妳睡着 一直到老 &lt;br /&gt;就是开不了口 让她知道 &lt;br /&gt;就是那么简单几句 我办不到&lt;br /&gt;整颗心悬在半空 我只能够 远远看着 &lt;br /&gt;这些我都做得到 但那个人已经不是我&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110854982891229113?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110854982891229113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110854982891229113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110854982891229113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110854982891229113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_16.html' title='开不了口'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110822420705076774</id><published>2005-02-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T00:03:27.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Psycho Nonsense!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="250"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESFP&lt;/b&gt; -  "Entertainer". Radiates attractive warmth and optimism. Smooth, witty, charming, clever. Fun to be with. Very generous. 8.5% of the total population. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;Take Free Jung Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;!-- 2.71 / 5.23 --&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="240"bgcolor="#e7e4e4"&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Main type&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Variant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/8.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/sxsosp.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Enneagram Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 1 &lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Perfectionism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 33% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 2&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Helpfulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 63% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 3&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Image Awareness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 56% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 4&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sensitivity&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 23% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 5&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Detachment&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 26% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Type 6&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 30% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 7&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt; Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 63% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 8&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 70% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; Type 9&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;Calmness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt; 56% &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; Your main type is &lt;b&gt; 8&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br&gt; Your variant is &lt;b&gt; sexual&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/embti.html"&gt;Take Free Enneagram Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110822420705076774?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110822420705076774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110822420705076774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110822420705076774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110822420705076774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-psycho-nonsense.html' title='More Psycho Nonsense!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110787677236592495</id><published>2005-02-08T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T23:32:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hole In My Head</title><content type='html'>I've realized that I might have too high expectations for myself. Everytime I don't meet those expectations I start feeling like shit and it just makes me hate whatever it is I'm doing. Maybe it's just 'cause when you've been brought up to believe that you can do anything you put your mind to, when I don't manage to achieve something I end up hating myself for not being able to do it and letting myself down and I start doubting myself. And now I have no idea what to do any more. I can never seem to find something that I'm really good at. Period. What's the use of doing something if you're not going to be the best? It's easy to say that there are 6 billion people on this overpopulated ball of dirt so it's hard to be the best at anything, but that's just a cheap excuse for underachievers like me. I can't even meet like the average standard at everything. Maybe it's just RJ, everyone is an overachieving piece of shit, that includes YOU, You and you; YOU, You and you who are reading this. Sometimes I find I actually hate the people in 4K for being such overachievers. And that's quite a scary realization 'cause 4K have been the only real friends I know who are tried and true. Who wants to hate their friends? And there are many things I would like to be doing but I've realized I'm crap at every single f***ing one of them. I'm just a wannabe, doomed to try and try and never make it. It's cruel, like keeping food just half an inch out of reach of a chained starving man. Argh, I'm rambling again. Clearly, I'm bored and have no f***ing life because I only blog when I'm bored and have no life and obviously with the number of posts I'm making, I have no life whatsoever. That's supposed to be someone's Theory of Blogging (freq. of blogging inversely proportional to life). Feel like shit. Misery loves company and no one likes someone who's miserable, but it's been hard to feel if anyone cares and understands, and my god (of which I don't have one, obviously), and that is truly crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110787677236592495?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110787677236592495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110787677236592495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110787677236592495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110787677236592495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/hole-in-my-head.html' title='Hole In My Head'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110787229124310729</id><published>2005-02-08T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:18:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>简单爱</title><content type='html'>简单爱 - 周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说不上为什么 我变得很主动&lt;br /&gt;若爱上一个人 什么都会值得去做&lt;br /&gt;我想大声宣布 对妳依依不舍&lt;br /&gt;连隔壁邻居都猜到我现在的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;河边的风 在吹着头发飘动&lt;br /&gt;牵着妳的手 一阵莫名感动&lt;br /&gt;我想带妳 回我的外婆家&lt;br /&gt;一起看着日落 一直到我们都睡着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想就这样牵着妳的手不放开 &lt;br /&gt;爱能不能够永远单纯没有悲哀 &lt;br /&gt;我 想带妳骑单车 我 想和妳看棒球&lt;br /&gt;想这样没担忧 唱着歌 一直走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想就这样牵着妳的手不放开 &lt;br /&gt;爱可不可以简简单单没有伤害 &lt;br /&gt;妳 靠着我的肩膀 妳 在我胸口睡着 &lt;br /&gt;像这样的生活 我爱妳 妳爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想简简单单爱&lt;br /&gt;想简简单单爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想大声宣布 对妳依依不舍&lt;br /&gt;连隔壁邻居都猜到我现在的感受&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;河边的风 在吹着头发飘动&lt;br /&gt;牵着妳的手 一阵莫名感动&lt;br /&gt;我想带妳 回我的外婆家&lt;br /&gt;一起看着日落 一直到我们都睡着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想就这样牵着妳的手不放开 &lt;br /&gt;爱能不能够永远单纯没有悲哀 &lt;br /&gt;我 想带妳骑单车 我 想和妳看棒球 &lt;br /&gt;想这样没担忧 唱着歌 一直走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想就这样牵着妳的手不放开 &lt;br /&gt;爱可不可以简简单单没有伤害 &lt;br /&gt;妳 靠着我的肩膀 妳 在我胸口睡着 &lt;br /&gt;像这样的生活 我爱妳 妳爱我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想简简单单爱 (妳 在我胸口睡着)&lt;br /&gt;想简简单单爱 (妳 靠着我的肩膀)&lt;br /&gt;想简简单单爱 (我 想带妳骑单车)&lt;br /&gt;想简简单单爱 (我 想和妳看棒球 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想就这样牵着妳的手不放开 &lt;br /&gt;爱能不能够永远单纯没有悲哀 &lt;br /&gt;我 想带妳骑单车 我 想和妳看棒球 &lt;br /&gt;想这样没担忧 唱着歌 一直走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想就这样牵着妳的手不放开 &lt;br /&gt;爱可不可以简简单单没有伤害 &lt;br /&gt;妳 靠着我的肩膀 妳 在我胸口睡着 &lt;br /&gt;像这样的生活 我爱妳 妳爱我&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110787229124310729?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110787229124310729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110787229124310729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110787229124310729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110787229124310729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title='简单爱'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110785648846798018</id><published>2005-02-08T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:54:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune</title><content type='html'>If getting rid of bad luck by having it before the New Year means an extremely lucky year ahead then I will be the most fortunate guy on this planet next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the concert was superbly badly organized and we ended up playing only ONE song when we wanted (and were supposed to) play three. Not to mention the other bands all got to play at least two songs. Then my drumming was shit, and we totally screwed up Qing Tian. And people have been complaining non-stop that our vocalists aren't good enough (screw you. like you can f***ing sing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would go and play a bit of football and see if that would make things any better but I was shit at football today ALSO and basically we got our asses handed to us by a bunch of sec 4s. Oh, the embarrassment. Yucks. Oh, and of course, I didn't forget to pick up my Injury Of Each Game by slide tackling someone (well-timed and legally too) and getting my left ankle stamped on in return. He didn't mean it of course, but the damage was done and now it's bruised like mangoes dropped from the 5th floor of Taka to the 2nd basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch at Delifrance before going to Orchard to try and find a jar. Which brings to mind Lao Jian's "When is a door not a door - when it is ajar." joke. Anyway ended up travelling from the 1st floor of Taka to B2 to check out Kalms which had NO JARS and then up to the 5th floor to look for "Gift Point" which also sold NO JARS, and then back down to B2 to go to Wisma Atria to try Precious Thoughts which NO LONGER EXISTED. So I gave up and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings an end to this entry on the crappiness of my Chinese New Year's Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bit of fortune I got the whole of today was finally passing the much-melted and resolidified and then re-melted and re-solidified bar of chocolate I bought for her a WEEK ago to Shona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Year of the Rooster doesn't look like much to crow about. Good fortune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110785648846798018?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110785648846798018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110785648846798018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110785648846798018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110785648846798018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/fortune.html' title='Fortune'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110757912162434866</id><published>2005-02-05T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T12:52:01.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bruises</title><content type='html'>This has been a SPAstic week. Had Physics SPA on Thursday at 4 after, guess what - a 4 o' clock day with Physics prac from 2 to 4... LOL. The bunch of us guys had prepared well so I chionged through the stupid thing in half an hour and promptly went to sleep. I was so tired I was falling asleep the whole day... maybe watching the Newcastle game at 3.30 in the morning wasn't such a good idea, especially after sleeping only at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Chem SPA just yesterday (Friday) which was also damn spas 'cause I chionged through it also and had to spend the rest of the period stoning waiting for the SPA to end... haha. And would you believe it, it was from 2 to 4... my last period on the last day of the week which also happens to be the longest day (together with Thursday) of the week. Bah, lousy timetable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After SPA, I met up with BC and we went to the RJ field to practice shooting, where we were joined by this J1 from Shooting. Doh. Pun not intended. Just kept shooting for about an hour or so, then we decided to take a break, but ended up joining the rest of the Brady Bunch for basketball! Wah lao, Guozheng is damn zai, he kept intercepting the passes to Zhong Ye, which probably kept us alive. And me being the tyco shit that I am, scored a 3-pointer! Haha. Lao Yang is the proest ever, although whenever I say that he'll be humble and insist that he isn't. After half an hour we stopped and I thought we would take a well-earned rest before going for dinner but then Chun Yat etc. came along and persuaded us to play football with them on the semi-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha I don't think I was too bad. Except that I need to be more aware of the people around me so I can pass off the ball properly. Scored a couple of goals, usually from defensive messups and assisted quite a few times. Amazingly, Chun Yat thinks I can play for national team one day and told me to thank him if I do. So I promptly said he must have had taken one too many headers and suffered a concussion. Haha. Oh well, I shall take to heart his advice and work on my first touch. Quite happy about my play on the left yesterday, when I turned Wenjun twice before racing down and crossing in for Mark Wong to score. Haha. But I still really need to work on my awareness and first touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astro was damn screwy, BC and I had a good time making farny comments very loudly throughout the video screening with nonsense like, "What kind of pattern is that?"; "It's a stickman, stupid!" The best part was when the video suddenly stopped just as the narrator said "A disaster looms." and the screen turned blue. Haha. BC and I started clapping enthusiastically and cheering the "fine literary skills" of the videomaker. Then we had some observation session, which was messed up by the clouds as usual, before going home and taking a well-deserved rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror of horrors, my shins are bruised upside down, and my old blister from the half-marathon is bleeding internally or something 'cause now it's all black and purple and red. Damn worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, here are the 2S03Q Quoteable Quotes of this Week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you like pillows? I like pillows - I'm a pillowphile!" - Lao Jian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brady: "Why, you want to be tai jian arh?"&lt;br /&gt;Zhong Ye: "Why not? If you can't make good use of it, you might as well not have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's really suited to teach Chem - effervescence." - Zhong Ye on Miss Chua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a fun and enjoyable weekend ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110757912162434866?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110757912162434866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110757912162434866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110757912162434866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110757912162434866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/bruises.html' title='Bruises'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110735428819846527</id><published>2005-02-02T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:24:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CMPB</title><content type='html'>Finished! Yay! Bounce bounce! Haha. Better not say even though I don't think she reads my blog. Doh. Played pickleball for PE and sucked throughly at it, haha. Shit man next few weeks is supposed to be tennis module. Crap. Why can't we do soccer like Mr. Low's class argh. I'm crap at tennis, therefore, tennis SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went to CMPB after that to do NS registration. Oh man, buses suck. I had to wait 25 minutes for the 195 at Queenstown MRT. Such nonsense. Then reached CMPB liao had to wait for another 30 minutes before I could finally get down to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...doing the online registration using their com instead of my own. What a f***ing waste of time. Made a solo trip back to Spotlight to buy some stuff before coming home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Thou shalt check thy mail lest thou miss thy online NS registration PE and end up wasting sunbeams doing thy registration at CMPB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110735428819846527?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110735428819846527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110735428819846527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110735428819846527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110735428819846527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/cmpb.html' title='CMPB'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110727100913923328</id><published>2005-02-01T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:57:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule 27</title><content type='html'>If you guys don't know about this excellent webcomic already then shame on you! Check out Schlock Mercenary at http://www.schlockmercenary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was damn sian which passed by pretty much in a blur except for Zhong Ye's Quoteable Quote (TM) and PE. PE was particularly memorable because I got tackled by Nic Yap while I was in mid-air jumping. Luckily he grabbed my legs so he cushioned my fall instead of the floor embracing me. Yeah we lost 14-11 in some weird modified hand-ball/captain's ball game thingy even though Mr. Low played for us for most of the game. Haha. He made a big difference though. And I was clearly the front-runner for the Most Dangerous Play(er) award haha. Ran around scaring people by trying to steal the ball haha. Managed to score a couple and assisted a few times. Quite fun haha my favourite play was catching the ball in mid-air and then dropping into a baseball (softball?) slide instead of landing on my feet before rolling in a shot ahha. Fun. Oh and while defending I think I made a few fantastic slide tackles too. Very proud of my still-perfect slide-tackling timing. =D Quite fun, and was even more so because it was quite unexpected lah, playing games during Commando Low's PE. Apparently this term is Game Concepts so yeah, should be quite good =). Can look forward to PE this term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after-school was pretty boring. Had Chem S at 4 and basically ended up just staring dreamily into space when I wasn't staring at her instead. *rolls eyes* I feel so stupid. And very very jealous. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hairdresser with my Dad and ended up waiting for more than half-an-hour, OMG. First time my father or I had to make an appointment just to get a haircut, but Chinese New Year is approaching so they were very busy. Speaking of Chinese New Year, I'm so screwed wrt to my gifts argh, I'll never get them done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hooked on our cover of Qing Tian! Oh, and our temporary band name is Start Liao! hahaha. Credit to Min Ling =P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day is basically Rule 27 from The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Pirates: Don't be afraid to be the first to resort to violence. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110727100913923328?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.schlockmercenary.com' title='Rule 27'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110727100913923328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110727100913923328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110727100913923328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110727100913923328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/02/rule-27.html' title='Rule 27'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110718022610578974</id><published>2005-01-31T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:20:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>放晴的那天</title><content type='html'>Fantastic day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was damn funny 'cause Charlene came over and made fun of Margaret... lol. And she tried to kick me in the shins but failed terribly because it was so crowded. Haha. Anyway yeah had Chem lec first thing in the morning and got stuck in the back row because I was late after visiting the bookshop first to get a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had GP which was quite fun, because the 4 of us (Brady Bunch) decided to all do the same question for our essay, which was something about life being better for Singaporean youths in the past compared to the present. Quite fun bull-shitting together and we'll see if Chan appreciates my humourous (IMO) intro ahaa. I'll post it when I get it back, together with the marks of course, which are probably shit haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kena stuck in back row *again* for Physics lec, but it was slightly better because 'cause Lao Jian and Brady were up to their usual married nonsense, which is damn funny, and Lao Jian came up with a Quoteable Quote (TM), which I will of course put up at the end of the week. (This is how I keep you guys visiting, see?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jamming after school which was frigging fantastic. Oh my god. I love our cover of Qing Tian so much I put it into the blog, hear? =P You can always stop it if you're sick of it, but omg I like it so much haha. Guozheng's solo is PURE GENIUS I tell you. Ahhhhh. And Brady's bass is woah... frigging power. Like Nic always says, it's orgasmic hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the song doesn't make me cry anymore when I think of you 'cause now I have some happy memories to put to it. =) I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110718022610578974?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110718022610578974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110718022610578974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110718022610578974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110718022610578974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title='放晴的那天'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110700782235768910</id><published>2005-01-29T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:11:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoteable Quotes!</title><content type='html'>Been pretty busy this week. Okay, not really busy, but just couldn't be bothered to blog on Monday and Tuesday 'cause I came home late, and then my Dad took his laptop overseas from Wednesday to Friday... anyway, no point blogging since I've pretty much forgotten most of what happened this week and it's no fun without the details or the emotions that I had then so... sorry? Haha. It's my blog dammit! Actually, the most notable thing this whole week was that everyone in my class has been feeling down... must be bad feng shui or something - an evil wind in A56. Sadcase, maybe? It's totally unjustified and therefore convenient and funny to blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now for the 2S03Q Quoteable Quotes of this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another day, another week. Oh, fuck." - Yours Truly&lt;br /&gt;"The class item performing a class item." - Jin Yang, referring to Lao Jian and Miss Moon&lt;br /&gt;"Brandy?" - Mr. Low, during attendance-taking at PE&lt;br /&gt;"My butt knows no boundaries." - Zephyr&lt;br /&gt;"I'm like a fish out of water - I'm thirsty." - Brady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110700782235768910?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110700782235768910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110700782235768910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110700782235768910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110700782235768910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/quoteable-quotes.html' title='Quoteable Quotes!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110632684168188749</id><published>2005-01-22T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:00:41.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Generation</title><content type='html'>Generation - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel at home in this generation&lt;br /&gt;The ones without a need they ain't got a reason&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling alone in this generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a realization&lt;br /&gt;No one really listens, nothing's really there&lt;br /&gt;I'm choosing sides&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping up with you and your invasion eyes&lt;br /&gt;You got the world in a coma&lt;br /&gt;You put the knife in our back and no one even cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling alone in this generation (you're ready to take them on)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't found a need, I ain't found the reason (you're ready to take them on)&lt;br /&gt;I've got nowhere to go in this generation (you're ready to take it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a realization&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me to listen, nothing's ever there&lt;br /&gt;I'm choosing sides&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping up with you and your invasion eyes&lt;br /&gt;You got the world in a coma (and the trick bag)&lt;br /&gt;You put the knife in our back and no one really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've had enough of this generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you had enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you had enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you had enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had enough of this generation (you're ready to take them on)&lt;br /&gt;The ones without a need they ain't got a reason (you're ready to take them on)&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel at home in this generation (You're ready to take it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a realization&lt;br /&gt;No one really listens nothing's really there&lt;br /&gt;I'm choosing sides&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping up with you and your invasion eyes&lt;br /&gt;You got the world in a coma&lt;br /&gt;You put the knife in our back and no one really cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you had enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you had enough&lt;br /&gt;Ain't you had enough&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't fuck with me...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110632684168188749?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110632684168188749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110632684168188749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110632684168188749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110632684168188749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-generation.html' title='This Generation'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110632290416113487</id><published>2005-01-21T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:55:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock et Roll</title><content type='html'>After Friday's lessons, met up with BC and went to RI to see if we could play football. We must've played everywhere that day - RI field, semi-D, basketball court, tennis court... then went back to RJ and played in the concrete area between the Indoor Gym and the GO. Broke my watch's strap while tussling with BC for the ball though =(. Played a bit of Clocks at the Amphitheatre piano and tried to teach BC. Haha, I think Eb minor has to be most feared chord in the school at the rate I'm playing it. Heh heh. Ended up in the canteen, where the two of practiced our 1-2s by running up and down the area in front of the stalls haha. Even played a bit of 2-on-2 where we got to put our practice to good use! =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OG dinner got cancelled *angry* so I decided to join the rest of the 4K gang at Jychee's house to build the stupid rocket for today's test run at NUS. Last-minute notification lor... kaoz. I must have drank at least 1 litre of root beer last night trying to empty PET bottles so that we could use them to build the rocket. Stayed over at cousin's 'cause it was much more convenient - had to hand up the STUPID SSEF nonsense personally to the Science Centre after Rafflesian Spirit decided to inform me last-minute (AGAIN!) that I had to submit 4 hard-copies of my report and blah blah blah PERSONALLY. B****. Did that this morning, which was surprisingly easy, and then went with Jychee, Weixun and Wenxian to NUS. To sum it up, it was damn boring. Anyway, I was thinking of joining the OG at Shawn's BBQ but my mother was making lots of noise when I called her so I decided to go home for the sake of family harmony. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt SO good to finally reach home (got my dad to fetch me). Even for such a short period of time, I've realized that I actually can miss home quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Nowhere near how much I miss *you* though. Everyday. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110632290416113487?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110632290416113487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110632290416113487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110632290416113487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110632290416113487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/rock-et-roll.html' title='Rock et Roll'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110605488942953588</id><published>2005-01-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T21:28:09.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free All Angels</title><content type='html'>Hmm... lessons were nothing much. Just want to complain that LT2 is bloody cold. Had lunch at S11 again... rice and vege and meat that kind of thing. And then had Bio lec, where I ended up sitting right at the back, which was damn shiok 'cause I could lean my head against the back wall and sleep. Woah, damn nice man. Managed to read through 14 pages of the notes before I fell asleep. Woke up 5 minutes before the end and finished the remaining 2 pages or so. PE was the best ever man, super super slack, just did height and weight. But we're screwed for the rest of J2 I tell you, kena Commando Low... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play football after that 'til 4. Sunnie is super bloody extraordinarily ZAI. Man, he makes me feel ashamed to call myself a footballer. Went back for Chem S briefing and then returned to RI to join BC, Chin and Ganesh on the semi-D at around 4.30. Scored 6 goals! 1 into the bottom far corner after Chin's cutback, another from a turn and shoot while being crowded out by 2 people. 3 from runs down the left flank before my lucky left foot rammed them in and to top it all off 1 right foot outside curler after a run down the right flank. Damn shiok. I feel better. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song's for you, Channie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining Light - Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roman candles that burn in the night&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;You lit a torch in the infinite&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you light up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've always been a thorn in their side&lt;br /&gt;But to me you're a shining light&lt;br /&gt;You arrive and the night is alive&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you light up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a connection&lt;br /&gt;A full-on chemical reaction&lt;br /&gt;But by dark divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;A constellation once seen&lt;br /&gt;Over royal David city&lt;br /&gt;An epiphany, you burn so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a force&lt;br /&gt;You are a constant source&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;Incandescent in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mortal blood I would sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;For you are my shining light&lt;br /&gt;Sovereign bride of the infinite&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you light up my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a connection&lt;br /&gt;A full-on chemical reaction&lt;br /&gt;But by dark divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;A constellation once seen&lt;br /&gt;Over royal David city&lt;br /&gt;An epiphany, you burn so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the days you ought to say&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that we cannot do&lt;br /&gt;Beneath a canopy of stars&lt;br /&gt;I'd shed blood for you&lt;br /&gt;The north star in the firmanent&lt;br /&gt;You shine the most bright&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you draped in an electric veil&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in celestial light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a connection&lt;br /&gt;A full-on chemical reaction&lt;br /&gt;But by dark divine intervention&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;A constellation once seen&lt;br /&gt;Over royal David city&lt;br /&gt;An epiphany, you burn so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you light up my life&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you are a shining light&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you light up my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110605488942953588?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110605488942953588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110605488942953588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110605488942953588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110605488942953588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/free-all-angels.html' title='Free All Angels'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110595960831426702</id><published>2005-01-17T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T21:03:46.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>Stupid Windows f**ked up again. So I had to reinstall AGAIN. Doh. Anyway I shall do a quick update of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with X'havis on Saturday to watch Omen. Which was an absolutely crappy movie and it's all Max's fault. Bleah. Yucks yucks not worth a single cent. Total rubbish. But we were very lucky and there was this stupid Power 98 promotion for Elektra being held right next to where we were stoning after the movie so my J1s went up there to answer some questions and POOF! they now have 16 free tickets to a Wednesday evening screening of Elektra. Pro right? Spent the rest of the afternoon stoning away chit-chatting with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was fantastic! BC came over to my house and then we left for J8 to have lunch at the food court where we ate nasi padang. Then we made our way to the National Stadium and reached at 3+ and joined the queue to enter the East Entrance. I can't believe they didn't allow complimentary ticket holders to redeem the free Lions Die-hard fan shirt lah, knn, I'm still a fan right? Anyway, later Danen redeemed his but got two heh heh so he kindly gave me one. The atmosphere was fantastic. Absolutely great and we had a lot of fun yelling stuff like "Red card", "Referee kayu", "Balik kampung" and chanting "Ole! Ole!" and doing the Kallang Wave. Damn damn fun. The match was pretty good although clearly the referee was a puntoh or however you spell that Malay word, which means "dick" by the way. Heh. YEAH STILL DAMN HIGH THE TIGER CUP IS OURS! Singapore pwnz. Raddy Avramovich pwnz that arrogant Peter Withe. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was a short day so it passed by really quickly. Now I spend most my lectures just looking at her. Ahahaha. Gosh I sound so bloody despo. Had u-mian again for lunch then went shopping for earphones with the Brady Bunch. We engaged in a spot of bubble tea wars before the bus came and tried to see who could shoot the pearls the furthest. Brady tried to hit the passing cars, but failed... =( Haha he hit a bus at point-blank range though =P. Haha, Lao Jian and Brady are really like Lao Yang says they are, always arguing... so cute. I think they should get married, they make a perfect husband-and-wife couple. LOL. Nadia and Miss Moon can't compare to Brady man. Anyway Lao Jian is like super indecisive and takes forever to decide on anything, even earphones, but finally both he and Lao Yang managed to get what they wanted. Tried Bras Basah for the EPL Aerow match replica but couldn't find it so we split up and I went home while the others dropped by Holland V to help me buy it. And wonder of wonders, they found it and bought it for only $21! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah just tekaned myself at home trying to work out. Cannot slack must train seriously and try to buff up man. I still look like a walking skeleton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 23 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  23  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110595960831426702?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110595960831426702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110595960831426702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110595960831426702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110595960831426702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110571856060168596</id><published>2005-01-15T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T00:02:40.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soursop</title><content type='html'>Long day again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my timetable was a bit more evened out. It would be nice if Wednesday ended at 1 instead of at 11, I have to stay back for Alchem anyway. It would definitely make the other days more tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, so today was a long day and boy was it terrible. Started with Physics tutorial which was extremely boring since Mr. Lee likes to go through everything from first principles... doh. Then had Bio lec, which I slept through most of. Bio has to be the stupidest subject ever, the stuff they do is so irrelevant if I wanted to find out such trivia I'd check an encyclopedia, that's what they're for. Bio prac was damn bloody pissing, since I screwed up my standard deviation values for BOTH tables. And the worst bit is that because of the first screwed up one I recalculated averages and everything. So I was in a pretty bad mood for the whole prac and I kept swearing and cursing every two seconds or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took lunch to really cheer me up since I was free to talk with everyone again and we ate the nasi bryani at the RI canteen. Then we had GP for like 50 minutes, which passed really fast, probably since I was dreading Chem prac. The Chem lab was so warm even though the fans were working and it was actually quite windy but the air was so warm, probably hotter than the air in Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sometime in the day found out that Leonard brought the football to school but lost in LT2. Haha, luckily Heroic Me managed to find it while we were doublechecking the LT, which was after I had been stoning in the canteen for like an hour so holding the Laos display board for Wan Ling and Shona. Yay! So things were definitely looking up. Played a bit of bball with Lao Yang and the gang and some other people and kena owned as usual. Anyway, the MEP concert was terribly terribly boring and the poems were absolute crap - at least the money went to the tsunami disaster fund so it was for a good cause. Oh! I forgot to add I met Kat for a while who came back to tour RJ! Didn't really get to talk though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came out to the glorious sight of Cheng Lim and BC playing soccer in the canteen so Leonard and I joined them for a while until BC banged into Cheng Lim while attempting to tackle, resulting in both of them on the ground and I ran straight into BC so my knee banged into the ground and the scab just kena scraped off. Urgh. Had dinner, which was a "Beef Prosperity" burger thingy from Macs which I asked BC to da pao for me and some oyster omelette I koped from Cheng Lim. Not too shabby. Then we made our way to Astro where I had a fantastic time coming up with publicity posters. I promise you'll laugh when you see the ones that BC and I (+ minor other credits here and there) came up with. Heh heh. We were laughing our asses off the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played football after astro at the basketball court which was really fun and the security guards didn't stop us but even advised us on the gate's closing time instead. How nice! Overall, I thought the understanding and play between BC and me has really improved and my runs weren't too bad today. Tio fouled by Leonard badly and abraded my right hip even through my PE shorts doh - I don't blame you though, Leonard, all is forgiven! So showering when I got home was a really really painful affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, soccer also produced the quote of the day when I said someone was sour grapes and ended up saying "soursop" instead. Doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally passed the last bar of chocolate to Shona today, so =). Haha. =) =) =) Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soursop!!! DOH. I still can't believe myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110571856060168596?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110571856060168596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110571856060168596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110571856060168596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110571856060168596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/soursop.html' title='Soursop'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110562072095932900</id><published>2005-01-13T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T20:52:00.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Particular Day</title><content type='html'>Anyway, here's something I koped from Nic's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Prophet Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/prophet-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a gentle soul, with good intentions toward everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Selfless and kind, you have great faith in people.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this faith can lead to disappoinment in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you deal with everything in a calm and balanced way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good interpreter, very sensitive, intuitive, caring, and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;Concerned about the world, you are good at predicting people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;A seeker of wisdom, you are a life long learner looking for purpose and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great thinker and communicator, but not necessarily a doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/brightstarsoul.html"&gt;Bright Star Soul&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/dreamingsoul.html"&gt;Dreaming Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a ji sian day. Had lessons 'til 4... kaoz. First had 3 hours of tutorials in a row. Then Maths lec. Then had break so we rushed down to S11 to eat ban mian and drink bubble tea! Made it back for Chem Lec just in time, like a couple minutes late only but had to settle for first row seats. Then after had Physics prac... Skill A. Gosh, SPA is really SPAstic (as Zhong Ye puts it). Then immediately after that had OTeam Physics makeup lecture. Bah. Finally made my way down to Bishan Sports Hall to play badminton with the usual gang. The place really sucks, there are only 4 courts, so they're constantly booked and it's unlikely that we'll get to freeload like we did at Clementi. =( Have to hope for Indoor Gym to be available soon and often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. Pretty good day today, even though it was long and sibeh sian during the lessons. Just want to thank Brady, Lao Jian, Lao Yang and Zhong Ye again for keeping me company throughout the day man. You guys really make the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy! Thinking of Nic's smile when I passed her the chocolate. It's nice to know your friends are happy and that you can do something for them. =) Love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110562072095932900?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110562072095932900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110562072095932900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110562072095932900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110562072095932900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-this-particular-day.html' title='In This Particular Day'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110554354052677733</id><published>2005-01-12T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:25:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing on Bill Gates' Grave</title><content type='html'>is something I'm really looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to reinstall Windows twice because of some frigging screw up. Then the infamous RPC thingy cropped up and I had to reboot once then install patch and then reboot again. I've formatted the com like 3 times today, installed Windows twice and rebooted more than 10 times. Knn. Been on the com since 7.30 fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was good. Nice short day. Yay. The only type that's good. Heh. Went to Bishan stadium to buy tickets for the Singapore-Indonesia second-leg Tiger Cup Final match. By the time Leonard and I got there it was 12.20 but long before we reached the counter the grandstand tickets were sold out. Anyway, a certain "premier college in the Bishan-Ang Mo Kio area" is in for more infamy after today's scene at the stadium. Apparently, all the RJ people who were cutting queue kena complain by some TNP reporter. Screw TNP lah, lousy tabloid newspaper, it's only saving grace is the soccer coverage. Anyway returned back to school after lunch only to discover that Leonard and I had to settle our SSEF forms, so we went all the way down to NUS to get Dr Tan to sign the forms. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unknown reason, I have a sudden upwelling of disgust towards my current hairstyle. I'm going to tahan for maybe another week or two then go and get it cut properly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's sunset was nice and I had my phone with me so I took a couple of pics =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that you have the most beautiful face?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110554354052677733?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110554354052677733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110554354052677733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110554354052677733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110554354052677733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/dancing-on-bill-gates-grave.html' title='Dancing on Bill Gates&apos; Grave'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110546052413537673</id><published>2005-01-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:22:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juggling</title><content type='html'>The day has been really interesting. BC came to me in the morning with this piece of the newspaper with this complaint letter from some parent about taupokking. So, obviously the school had already got wind of it, so after assembly all the OGLs had to report all cases of taupok. Wonder what they're going to do, "Dear Sir, we have had 100++ cases of taupok and 0 injuries... your worries are unfounded... please shut the F*** UP NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then had Civics, where we met our junior class, 1S03Q! Haha, ended up talking with this SC girl called Gabrielle (I think, if salah liao, very sorry!). Woahhh, she's 1.75m lah, taller than me! This batch drinks growth hormones by the bucketload I tell you! Anyway after that we had some emergency class meeting where Zhong Ye and Ailin and Chan tried to tackle the problem of cliques in the class but personally I don't see the problem - we're all quite civil to each other. Oh had maths tutorial after that, got to meet my new maths tutor for the first time. She seems quite decent so far. Coincidentally, she was also doing the lecture after that on Integration. She's damn farny, her catchphrase is "In this case, ..." Oh, and she ended the lecture with "Please try not to be punctual next time, if you're punctual you'll be late." OMG, that has to be one of the best quotes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to RI for lunch before going back for Bio lec. Nah said he was doing a review, so I pulled out my notes (both sets) and read through them. Then I got bored, and fell asleep. When I woke up it was the end of lecture and Lao Yang was sleeping too. Haha. I like the new lectures, they're just the right length for sleeping, don't have to wake up and try and go back to sleep (the old ones were 1 hr 20 mins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the day soon passed before I was chionging to RI Astro to meet up with Lao Jian and the rest to play soccer! Yay! So fun. I thought I was quite good today. Scored a brace in like 30 seconds or something. Toepoke tackle! Hehe. Think I made a few good runs today too. Lao Jian was fantastic! His dribbling is like how zai lah. I wish I could dribble like him and Guozheng too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole evening and early part of the night after I got home reformatting this old com of mine and reinstalling Windows so now I can use it as a MSN/MP3 Machine. So cute, alliteration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've sort of taken to sitting on the rooftop at sunset. It's nice to feel the wind blow and I guess it's kinda romantic to just imagine that the winds might carry my feelings somewhere to someone. I love you so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110546052413537673?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110546052413537673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110546052413537673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110546052413537673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110546052413537673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/juggling.html' title='Juggling'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110535359145544984</id><published>2005-01-10T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T18:39:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ji Sian Arh</title><content type='html'>My official new favourite phrase is "Ji sian arh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. It's only been one day of school with merely 4 hours of lessons and I'm sick of it already. Crap. It's just SO BORING. And lectures turned out to be a let down after I was so hyped about it yesterday. =( At least I got to see the class again, which was good! =) It's been boring without the badminton gang and all. And I got to play with Margaret's hair in the morning so that was fun too hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to RI after Chem extra lesson (which was boring and useless, I'll never go for one again) to play soccer but these ex-Chinese High $&amp;#$^^!s wouldn't let Chian and I play (we played earlier vs. some RI sec 1s) on the basketball court. Then just as we joined another group on the semi-D it started raining. Oh, then this really really kiasu father kept interrogating Jian and I on CCAs until BC came along. Yeah after that we borrowed a ball from 02 and played passing and shooting for a bit. Then Brady, Leonard and Cheng Lim came along and we all decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends my first day of school. Realized that new RJ is really boring... it's so lifeless. Bleah. Lessons are as boring as usual too. I need something new to while away the time during lessons.&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/8667425-110535359145544984?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110535359145544984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110535359145544984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110535359145544984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110535359145544984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/ji-sian-arh.html' title='Ji Sian Arh'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110523816679254428</id><published>2005-01-09T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:36:06.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110523816679254428?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110523816679254428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110523816679254428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110523816679254428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110523816679254428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/love.html' title=''/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110523785910660204</id><published>2005-01-09T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:34:45.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RJ Orientation 2005</title><content type='html'>Phew! What a week it's been... Like my own orientation, now that it's over, I don't really remember much of it, so forgive my inconsistencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation turned out to be pretty good, if I may say so myself. I remember how on Sunday night while we were supposed to be like preparing for Orientation and stuff, Shirin and I were chatting and we were so worried our J1s would turn out to be super-stoneded, unenthu or attitudinal shits and that we would have a lousy time or that we would screw up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was the first day hmm what can I remember. I only know this year's Orientation somehow was full of station games. I'm so sick of them, I tell you. Anyway, met my J1s for the first time in the hall. Oh and our OG's name is X'havis. Storyline was really crappy 'cause of the lousy makeshift sound system we were using and Ah Foo's ineptitude with the mike and his accent. Hahaha. He always sounded like he was just roaring. Yup, there were a lot of lags but it sort of worked out in the end. Had dinner with the OG at Delifrance and we stayed 'til about 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was pretty much the same, more station games! I guess Tuesday was really the low of my orientation experience. Was a bit fatigued with all the station games, and somehow the OG was really stoneded and unenthu and not mixing around and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the Amazing Race, which was quite fun... people started participating and I guess the time spent travelling gave them time to talk cock with one another so everyone got closer I guess. Taught them a bit of their batch dance too, which I never really bothered to learn during Oprep so I had quite a bit of learning to do myself. I still think I look like a twit dancing. Had dinner again, this time at Da Pai Dang at Thomson Plaza, haha, I've never been there before but it seems quite a nice place. Yeah, and I remember best Sin Yan's athlecticism, she doesn't look the type, but when she realized she left her phone on the bus at Bishan Interchange she was more pro than Marion Jones man, sprint, hurdle over fence, kaoz. Ji pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was war, which turned out to be really crappy because the station games were quite lousy and I met a couple of attitudinal shits when I was gamemaster for candle wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was damn good. We had this flag day for the Tsunami Disaster Fund and while the J1s were collecting money Shirin and I sorted out our J1s notes for one another. Gosh, some of them are so bloody sweet, like Sunnie. And you can tell 'cause Sunnie was working so hard to collect money even after we wrapping up and preparing to go back to RJ he was still trying to collect money and being reluctant to give up his can. Played basketball with Jian and the 3Q gang, damn shiok man. Really miss them and the rest of the class. Yeah, and Canadian Pizza screwed up our dinner order by sending it to old RJ even after Jerry asked them repeatedly if they knew it was for new RJ in Bishan so we cancelled the order and went for Onite on an empty stomach. Onite was really a new experience for me since I missed mine last year 'cause I was sick =(. Onite was super fun hahaha and god everyone looked really cool, or in the case of the girls, having a bad hair day. Haha, especially Shirin - she was laughed at by everyone she knew... Then we had OG reflection time which was quite nice and Shirin and I gave them their notes and cards and X'havis badges and then we had Royce's Champagne Chocolates... yummm. And the OG gave Shirin and I bags - so sweet of them! YAY! They got me this really nice adidas duffel bag which is so big I could fit an army in it. OK, OK, maybe just an SAR-21. Anyway had to clean up after that which took ages so we finished at like 11.05, by which Xher had already given up and gone off after their dinner at Cafe Cartel, I'm so sorry we couldn't make it, guys! =( Yeah, so Shirin and I made our way to Elaine's house only to find that when we arrived the J1s were about to leave. So zun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah so that's Orientation 2005 for you. I've missed a lot a lot of details I know but it's been a great great time, thanks to my J1s, who really gave us a scare now and then but turned out to be really great and sweet and nice people. And many thanks to Shirin for tolerating my nonsense and being a great co-OGL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110523785910660204?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110523785910660204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110523785910660204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110523785910660204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110523785910660204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/rj-orientation-2005.html' title='RJ Orientation 2005'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110455937083509093</id><published>2005-01-01T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:56:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for 2004</title><content type='html'>Hmm, okay, it's been a pretty good year. Many many people to thank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, RI 4K 2003 and now RJ 5K 2004. You guys have been wonderfully crazy as usual. Thanks for all the soccer, all the swearing, last-minute studying on mass MSN convos, the movies and basically crazy and shitty things we always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, XhER. For basically giving me what was the best possible start to the year in RJ for me. Must thank Kooi Fei and John especially for doing such a wonderful job, hope Shirin and I can do the same for our J1s next year! (Catch us in action at the spex gal). And most of XhER have become my pretty good friends so yeah, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1S03Q... I know it didn't start off well, but I think slowly we have come together as a class, it's been a major improvement. Anyway, special mention to Xiao Tian and Zhong Ye for being such good friends - oh, and you two have very good taste. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, bet you think I forgot you guys, but no I haven't! Many thanks to the rest of the Brady Bunch aka Baddie Buddies or more simply the badminton gang. Little did I know how Lao Yang's incessant bugging to get me to play badminton with you guys would change my life so much. You guys have been the actual people by my side through most of my everyday life this year. All the boring lectures, the tutorials, the stressful exam periods. I have learnt so much from you guys and I am thankful everyday for the having you guys around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Hmm, want to thank Margaret for never letting my head get too big for my own good =P and threatening to take me down a leg or two. Nic, you've been the best friend I've made this whole year and I dunno whether this will scare you to hell or not but heck, you've been like a soulmate to me and I'm extremely extremely thankful to know you. Kat! What can I say! MEOW! I've learnt a lot from you about life and about being a better person and a lot of a lot of sense. Haha. Finally, Shona. Thank you for all the memories and I still miss you terribly and you don't know just how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Come to think of it, before people accuse me of being like biased towards my girl friends but this is not the important reason for thanking BC. BC has been absolutely great this year. Dragging me into street soccer and accompanying after school when both of us have nothing to do. Whether it's football, UT, astro, refereeing, desserts or movies, you've been through a lot with me. Lots of crap, lots of good times. Yup. And Leonard too for being the serious, yet funny and always humbling friend. Danen for all his crazy nonsense, keeping me entertained and cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I want to thank my family. Yeah, they will never read this because I'm never going to let them read my blog (duh) but still better put it down somewhere right? I know I've probably let them down far too many times this year, 'caused them much inconvenience and been rude and ignored them far too much but they've tolerated me the way only a family can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ALL for what has been a wonderful 2004 and here's to an even better 2005. This year, I shall wish for *drum roll* WORLD PEACE! *dramatic chord* *flashes peace sign* haha. Yes, and good health for everyone. And most importantly, I shall aspire to be an even better person and friend this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110455937083509093?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110455937083509093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110455937083509093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110455937083509093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110455937083509093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2005/01/thank-you-for-2004.html' title='Thank you for 2004'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110450716129195946</id><published>2004-12-31T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T13:33:52.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harem Management</title><content type='html'>Another long overdue, oversized update from me. Haha. See, they only happen when I have NO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmm where shall I start... Ah okay. Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING CEREMONY! After all that dry run nonsense, finally got to actually do the stupid thing. So paiseh, I was like the only O-Teamer NOT wearing the Jaxoras shirt 'cause the stupid thing shrunk and is now too small for me so if you watch Channel i news or something they had this clip showing the front row of the assembled RJ J2s and I'm next to the colours party breaking up the nice row of maroon shirts with my RJ PE Kit. YEAH, BIBI BABA PWNZ ALL! Haha, about half of 3Q came, so not bad. And that's excluding Zhong Ye and Brady who were at Band. Oh! Forgot to mention Margaret's new SUPER-FUNKY hairstyle (like Sonic the Hedgehog sia =P) so I'm going tease her about it until she breaks both my legs. Anyway we reached the MRT station early so we had to stone for damn long at the mezzanine before taking the train. Ohhh and I saw something that made me SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER HAPPY! Shhh! The train was actually quite wu liao lah, it's a rather cheap gimmick on RJ's part. I demand a refund from SMRT! They claimed it was a non-stop train but we did make ONE stop! Hah! Spent most of it chatting with Jian. Anyway there was this bunch of RI punks lining the road welcoming us, haha so cheesy. And I saw many of my old teachers so that was quite cool. Yeah. So brought the class 'round on abbreviated school tour. Haha. Yup then passed someone special her Christmas present before going to RI for football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football was crap so I shan't say much and we went for lunch at S-11 where we had the traditional RI lunch - ban mian. Then Leonard and the rest went to watch Phantom of the Opera but I declined 'cause I wasn't interested and I'm sick of movies anyway (see previous entry). So I made my slow, tired and painful way back to RJ to meet up with AST but it turned out his stupid meeting was going to be long and he was going for dinner with the rest of the gays =P. Luckily, I met Nic! Finally got to pass her her Christmas present - she was the last sia - and we walked back to Bishan where I ended up passing the time WALKING around the stupid place utterly tired and bored and stoneded. Yeah eventually met up with Danen and AST with his Chorale people and then finally Leonard and the rest. Haha on the way to the 93 busstop I started a round of the each-person-contribute-a-line-to-the-story game which was damn lame and mostly focused on suanning Jychee and Nen about their respective paramours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Leonard's house, we had a most wonderful dinner of salmon sashimi/teriyaki, roast lamb, salad, mushroom soup... his mum is damn zai cook man! Anyway we kept getting distracted by the Myanmar-Singapore game (which we won 4-3!! =D) and another round of the stupid story game which involved Danen and Jychee and three ships. They then left so we fooled around after that in Leonard's room. Haha, the funniest part was when Cheng Lim and the bunch of us got Shawn to log in to his MSN account before we started chatting up a couple of his girl friends with some nonsense. It wasn't long before one of them reminded him to "keep your hands to yourself" LOL. Watched Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels which was damn funny although some of us struggled to stay awake. Shawn was the best, he woke up after the movie and went "That movie was damn funny, right!" Eventually we all fell asleep, but Chin was the best, Leonard told us he apparently took one whole hour on the com to deal with his emails, which we speculated was to his harem. Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8.50 or so and then we had breakfast very late 'cause Chin wanted to sleep in after the previous night's "exertions". Managing a harem is no joke apparently. Imagine all the blind-carbon-copies involved! Had an excellent breakfast of omelettes and sausages and cornflakes etc. etc. As per Kenneth's Bad Luck With Buses rule, we JUST missed the 93 as it snuck up on us while we were walking towards the busstop and had to wait 14 minutes for the next one. We told Cai we would meet him at 11 so when we reached at 11.30 he was understandably swearing and cursing as usual. Haha so we played lots of football, quite fun as well as some table soccer. Shh, we jammed the machine, heh. Yup had lunch at S-11 again then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Oprep was snafu so hah, I shall focus on happy things. VERY HAPPY THINGS! YAY! *MmmmmmmMMmmMmmmm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I shall now immortalize my infamous gaffes a la Bush, they're a bit old but I'm sure more will follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F***! The water is damn wet!" - after stepping in a puddle in the street soccer court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Choot! Choot!" - the result of adding "Chin!" and "Shoot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a piece of pen and paper" - unfortunate consequence of trying to quantify a common phrase, my excuse is that no one ever says "paper and pen", it's always "pen and paper"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110450716129195946?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110450716129195946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110450716129195946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110450716129195946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110450716129195946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/12/harem-management.html' title='Harem Management'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110406757902549476</id><published>2004-12-26T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T21:51:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights! Camera! Action!</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a long entry so you have been warned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wednesday was the stupid moving ceremony dry run which was just crap 'cause I had to haul my ass down to Mt. Sinai in the morning. And I just missed the 156. Bleah. It was just rubbish lah. Had to walk some long roundabout route to Buona Vista MRT, and everyone walked so farking slowly we took 20 minutes instead of 10. After reaching the new RJ campus we basically wasted even more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that crap, I went over to RI and met BC, who was guarding the food for Mr. Krishnan's NCC send-off in his role as "Food Commissar". Danen joined us after his Track training! Haha. So we had a very delicious free lunch (isn't it always when you're not paying) with stuff like beef rendang and vegetable curry and fried chicken wings. Wah, damn shiok. It was only slightly marred by some ass who shook up all the soft drinks so when Danen opened the Zappel it sprayed all over us. Yup so after that we had a very fun chat with Krishan, but which contents I cannot repeat for fear of reprisal against myself and the others involved from the authorities haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, after that I went back to RJ with BC to try and pass Nic her Christmas present and card but couldn't get her so I brought BC on a tour of RJ instead. Then BC remembered he forgot to take his boots so we had to go back and grab 'em. We decided to catch Ocean's Twelve at J8. Haha. What to say? Hmm. The cinematography was damn good and the acting was quite good also, the movie was very very sleek but the plot was utter rubbish. Made you want to scream in frustration when they revealed the twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was Fact I rehearsal, which, like all O-Team affairs before it, was rubbish. Told us to come down at 9 but by the time we actually started the rehearsal and stuff it was almost 10. Played some screwed up 4-a-side FFA Captain's Ball and a round of Keep It Up before Shirin and I decided to zao. Quickly bought tickets to Kung Fu Hustle before I had lunch alone at BK at Wheelock Place before going to Borders to look around. Bought a gift, haha! One down. Anyway, I happened to bump into Weisian and spent some time catching up, which was really good. Met up with Brady and then Jin Yang. Haha, Jin Yang REALLY looked like some Hong Kong triad boss with his dark grey shirt with top button undone and dark grey jeans. The three of us then went to HMV to look around before going back to Lido. Waited a while for Lao Jian, which was quite funny 'cause we kept calling him to ask him to run over haha. Kung Fu Hustle was damn funny, pure over-the-top slapstick with some pretty good acting and VERY zai action/fighting scenes. Damn damn good. Then we went to PS, where Jian intended to treat us to Cafe Cartel (right, Jian? =P) but the queue was quite long so we went up to the food centre to eat some Indonesian food. Wah, damn good man the grilled chicken rice. Shiok only! I didn't even know there was a food centre in PS haha. Then Jin Yang gave out cards and presents which made me feel very bad 'cause I didn't get him any, so sorry! There was this weird woman who wanted our table and she kept chatting us up lor... so guailan. Anyway we checked out the Yamaha music store for a while which was quite fun before going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Friday, aka Christmas Eve!!! Met with the rest of the badminton gang (aka "The Brady Bunch") for badminton! Our first reunion in AGES! Had a lot of fun. Besides playing badminton (where Lao Yang and I won a doubles game, yay!) we also played 2-on-2 basketball! Damn fun. Lao Yang is damn pro... power dribbler man and then he has this really cool overhead one handed shots that are like farking pro cos he'll just go under the basket, dribble out and then with his back facing the basket he can still score. Lao Jian has amazing accuracy, esp three-pointers, kaoz. He can just score them endlessly. Anyway after that we all took videos of one another doing "slam dunks" haha. *wink* Oh, we also had badminton training with this really pro China fella who had been training alone the whole time while we were playing. Kaoz, he is so damn powerful, he could send balls from one end of the court to the other with just a flick of his wrist, forehand AND backhand. He was just stroking with us yet managed to drive Lao Yang and I totally ragged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao Yang then suggested we catch a Meet the Parents/Meet the Fockers Movie Marathon at Cine, so we went down and *just* managed to grab 4 seats for it at 6.50. Lao Jian tried his luck with Cafe Cartel at PS. again but as predicted the queue was damn long so we resorted to a quick bite at the capitalist imperialist Macs. Meet the Whatever was super funny and a bit touching also haha. But if I ever get such parents-in-law I think I won't marry the girl lor, sure die... After the movie we got stuck in the Orchard crowd and had to made our slow and painful way to Somerset while being attacked with fake snow. Yucks. I hate crowds. I'd much prefer to spend Christmas at home but what to do lah. Haha. Anyway my dad picked the four of us up at Bishan MRT and then we stopped by my house before going to Chomp Chomp for supper! Yay! The food was damn good, had oyster omelette, chicken wings and barbecued stingray, just to name a few. Then we went back home and cleaned up. Then we played some floating bridge before moving on to Monopoly! Haha, the first game was damn stupid, I kept missing all the property squares or landed on those already bought by the rest, who all went before me. Anyway, the second game Lao Yang and I teamed up and won, haha. Chao funny. Oh I learned how to play qing tian on the guitar! Haha, many thanks to the Pro Guitarist, Lao Jian! Finally went to sleep at 6. Woke up at 10, and the 4 of us trooped down to Serangoon Gardens to grab breakfast. Yup... then sadly we had to part. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, and that's all for your very lengthy and irrelevant movie reviews for this Christmas week! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110406757902549476?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110406757902549476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110406757902549476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110406757902549476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110406757902549476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/12/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights! Camera! Action!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110355880249278396</id><published>2004-12-21T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:06:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Football Fun</title><content type='html'>Yay. Oteam was nonsense so I shan't talk too much about it. The school is frigging big and mazy and it's really LONG. They should let us rent bikes to get around just like supermarket trolleys - where you can use the trolley for a dollar's deposit. Managed to get a nice og spot at the spex gal but damn retro got the spot I originally wanted for Xher. Arh, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to better things. Walked over to the astroturf at RI to play football. The stupid juniors didn't want to let us join their game, so BC, Cheng Lim, AST, Chin and I faced off against Peiyi, Chunky, Zhao and... MR. TAN. OMFG. He can turn so frigging fast and he's shooting is chao pro it's not funny. Wenxian and Mingkai also joined us at some point. Anyway, we won 17-14, so HOORAY! Haha, we rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Shameless egotistical self-plugging warning&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC and I were joint top scorers with 5 goals each! Bwahahaha. I stole my first goal after Chin and I combined to dispossess an opponent and I quickly stroked it straight into goal. I also scored a couple with my "cultured" left foot (haha, sounds like some Yakult ad), one after Chin graciously let me take the shot while we were both chasing down a loose ball and another after a 1-2 with Chin. I also managed to lob one in with my right during a scrap in front of goal. And in what BC calls the Shot of the Match (thank you very much), I received a ball from a cutback while on the left flank and blasted it into the imaginary top right corner of the goal with my right foot past a hapless Wenxian. Damn fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My defensive duties were much more important however, and consisted mainly of trying to chase down Mr. Tan. I say 'trying' because everyone knows he's too bloody powerful, fast, skillded, and has damn speedy turning and super acceleration and ball control. Gosh, what a line. Anyway, managed to fake him out a couple of times with my patented pre-emptive body-feints, but Mr. Tan was clearly the Man of the Match for our opponents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to prove that the brain is faster than the mouth, I wanted to say "Chin! Shoot!" sometime during the game but ended up saying "Choot! Choot!". Gosh, that was so embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BC, not to be outdone, scored 3 from his goalkeeping position. First after a solo dribble up the centre of the field. Another two from goal-kicks (yes, they went straight in) after BC was sick of Mr. Tan trying to do that to him, haha. Mr. Tan was trying to psycho BC by shouting "Dribble lah!" so BC promptly curled one past him straight into goal. Damn zai. Oh and he managed one that swerved like Chew's taste in women while yakking away to me. He was yakking, the ball reached his foot, and he instinctively swerved it in. Frigging zai. As if that wasn't enough, he scored another simple solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AST was super solid today. He managed to minimize his mistakes, YAY, and if he keeps this up, will make a good right-back, especially if he doesn't run up too much and remembers to track back. He even scored two goals! And Chin was SUPERB in the centre of the field, closing down Mr. Tan quickly and constantly pressuring our opponents. He also scored THREE excellently-taken goals. Chin simply excels in holding the ball and corners. Superb performance. And where would any team be without a defensive rock like Cheng Lim, who executed a breathtaking basketball-style turning one-handed steal of the ball when it threatened to drop behind him, and ALSO scored a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High on our glorious victory, BC, Cheng Lim and I ended up taking away food before going on to my house to eat. Haha. AST came too but left after we finished eating. Managed a couple games of bridge while he was there. Then the remaining three of us went up to my room to play Daidee, where Cheng Lim and I tried to prevent BC from winning but failed a few times =( =PPP. Finally stopped at 10. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a very good day. Yay! =D Yeah I know this was really long and contained really meaningless rabble about how good I am at football but I need an ego boost to convince myself I really deserve her and make me less depressed and forget her for a bit. So take that. Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110355880249278396?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110355880249278396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110355880249278396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110355880249278396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110355880249278396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/12/more-football-fun.html' title='More Football Fun'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110321213988900765</id><published>2004-12-16T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:48:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lao Jian Got A Blog!</title><content type='html'>So cool! Lao Jian is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selected quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm looking forward to scribbling my name on every chair next year to create my legacy and pass down my grand name for posterity MUAHAHA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey isn't blogging just like writing a diary?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dreamwatch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Check his blog out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110321213988900765?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110321213988900765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110321213988900765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110321213988900765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110321213988900765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/12/lao-jian-got-blog.html' title='Lao Jian Got A Blog!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110294159785508033</id><published>2004-12-13T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:46:40.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not happy</title><content type='html'>I think Biwei is a f***er!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Censored only because there are other people besides Biwei who read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110294159785508033?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110294159785508033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110294159785508033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110294159785508033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110294159785508033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-not-happy.html' title='I am not happy'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110243534939116795</id><published>2004-12-08T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T00:02:29.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular belief, the title above is not a complimentary phrase. In my opinion, it is actually derogatory, as it describes the farce that is most friendships as well as the baseness of human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most "friends", as we might refer to them as, only behave as friends when they need you. Let me provide an example. I refer you to the case of Mr. Raul Cobain, whom when vulnerable and generally feeling depressed over his personal issues and unable to otherwise communicate these frustrations to one of his many girl friends or ex-classmates, will act towards me in a friendly and most approachable manner. However, once he is otherwise engaged with some fruity activity or the other, he exhibits what is widely-perceived as belligerence and hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, although I personally do not completely agree with his attitudes and behaviour, you cannot fault Astee's brother when it comes to being a friend. His willingness to provide a listening ear almost all the time, despite his own personal issues and problems, is in direct contrast to Mr. Raul Cobain. Therefore, although I may sometimes be annoyed and irritated and even feel downright disgusted and hate Astee's brother occasionally, I am thankful that we share this bond called 'friendship'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice to individuals such as Raul Cobain is that they should re-examine themselves and question if they deserve the friends that they do have, or risk being friendless. Of course, Mr. Raul Cobain's reaction to this would probably be "whatever" or something along the lines of "I don't care". Frankly speaking, people who behave in this fashion are just inviting others to respond similarly and deserve the miserable lives they lead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110243534939116795?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110243534939116795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110243534939116795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110243534939116795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110243534939116795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/12/friend-in-need-is-friend-indeed.html' title='A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110200035107275696</id><published>2004-12-02T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T23:12:31.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handwriting Analysis!</title><content type='html'>Yay. I'm so zoned out after being in school from 12, even though I hardly did anything more than tuck-jump about shouting incoherent phrases repeatedly. Anyway, I'm feeling lazy so I decided to kope Shen Ting's entry and just put in this handwriting analysis from www.handwritingwizard.com (doh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Kenneth has no white space or margins on a typical sheet of paper.  Kenneth fills up every last inch on the top, right, left, and bottom. Hmmm. If this is true, then Kenneth has a very aggressive personality toward others and quite frankly lacks a bit of respect for the space and property of other people. I would be surprised if Kenneth just comes into someone's home and helps himself to a drink in the refrigerator. This can be both an obnoxious personality trait and it can be assertive and effective in getting what you want. There isn't much fear of getting in trouble here, Kenneth finds plenty of reasons to break the rules and get in trouble. (Okay, perhaps when he was younger, not anymore?) Basically, people with no margins are a handful.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kenneth has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. He lets new people into his circle of friends. He uses his imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect his ego when he feels hurt. He pokes people harder than he gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. He needs to visualize the end of a project before he starts. He finds joy in anticipation and planning.  Notice that I said he plans everything he is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Kenneth basically feels good about himself.  He has a positive self-esteem which contributes to his success. He feels he has the ability to achieve anything he sets his mind to. However, he sets his goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". He has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, he will not take great risks, as they relate to his goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, his self-perception is better than average. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reference to Kenneth's mental abilities, he has a very investigating and creating mind. He investigates projects rapidly because he is curious about many things. He gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but he soon must slow down and look at all the angles. He probably gets too many things going at once. When Kenneth slows down, then he becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, he must slow down to do it. He then decides what projects he has time to finish. Thus he finishes at a slower pace than when he started the project. He has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. His mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. He can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Kenneth can then switch into his low gear. When he is in the slower mode, he can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. He is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth is not facing something going on in his life today. He is deceiving himself about it. Often, Kenneth's opinion of himself is different than those around him. This trait gives Kenneth the ability to deny anything that does not agree with his "truth." This trait is not always something negative. It is only a defense mechanism allowing Kenneth not to face some reality in his life at this time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity. K believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. He has a lot of pride. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth is moderately outgoing. His emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, he can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. He has the ability to put himself into the other person's shoes. Kenneth will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes he will be happy, the next day he might be sad. He has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because he is in between. Psychology calls Kenneth an ambivert. He understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, he will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." He doesn't sway too far one way or the other. When convincing him to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to him. He puts himself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet he will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Kenneth is an expressive person. He outwardly shows his emotions. He may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story. Kenneth is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. He weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when he finally has to. He basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially.  According to the data input, Kenneth doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... seems like they forgot to deduce that I'm lazy and zoned out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110200035107275696?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110200035107275696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110200035107275696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110200035107275696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110200035107275696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/12/handwriting-analysis.html' title='Handwriting Analysis!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110174353751241778</id><published>2004-11-29T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T23:52:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Holiday</title><content type='html'>Played badminton today in the morning with the usual gang! Haha. I haven't played for so long that my legs feel a bit slow, somehow. Had lunch with Lao Jian and Brady at the hawker centre. I can't understand why hawkers put tomato sauce in your noodles whenever you ask for them dry and without chilli, it's so disgusting. What's the point of trying to cook anything nicely if you're just going to dump tomato sauce on it and kill all the flavour. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to school (old one!) to decide on music for storyline. Yuying has this gigantic CD collection of film themes which he bought from Taiwan. Kaoz. Chao sian lah, he should just decide on the music himself. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home at about 5.30 and I was so tired I slept from 6.30 'til 9.45 haha. At least I'm well rested for tonight's television spree! Haha. Gotta go to school tomorrow for O-Team again ahah. OGL pairing. Heck, I don't even know 12 girls in O-Team to fill up the form with... At least I pakat with Shirin liao. Hopefully everything turns out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so going to sound out of place, but I waved to her today! =) So silly. Small things like these... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the feeling of looking to your side while walking and expecting someone to be there but there's no one there... Haha. This just means I dream too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110174353751241778?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110174353751241778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110174353751241778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110174353751241778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110174353751241778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/working-holiday.html' title='Working Holiday'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110147549182347948</id><published>2004-11-26T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T21:24:51.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse Me, Are You A Rugger?</title><content type='html'>I seriously doubt that question will ever actually be heard coming out of my, or any other perceptive and experienced individual's mouth. After all, it isn't very difficult to identify a rugger, with this species' bewildering myriad of defining characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, on my way to RI for some football, I had the dubious honour of sitting next to a specimen of this species. What really irked me was this latest characteristic I have discovered, which is that ruggers like to sit with their legs wide open and take up as much space as possible. What? Trying to let your chicken breathe? Trying to imply you have so much balls they take up so much space? Trying to impress girls with the size of your equipment? If only these ruggers had a brain to match, or more likely, compensate for their other sex organ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110147549182347948?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110147549182347948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110147549182347948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110147549182347948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110147549182347948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/excuse-me-are-you-rugger.html' title='Excuse Me, Are You A Rugger?'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110134400965558547</id><published>2004-11-25T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T08:53:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Telecast</title><content type='html'>Haha. Forgot to blog about the rest of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoned at home for most of the afternoon until 4.30, when BC called to mobilize me for some street soccer action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would you know it, as the bus neared my stop, drops of dihydrogen monoxide started to fall from the heavens. And just as I got off the bus, the skies above decided to spill all the dihydrogen monoxide it had even more rapidly. Haha. I was the first to reach the court, but there was no one playing, naturally. BC came shortly after and we just passed the ball around in the void deck, which proved to be extremely beneficial training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain stopped at around 5.20 or so, we decided to just play on the wet court anyway and took some shots. Then some damn big secondary school people decided to join us. What's in the food nowadays arh, growth hormone? Like all the secondary school people we meet at the court are bigger than us. Then again, we have BC =P. Anyway Chin joined us in time to play some 4-on-4. It was quite fun, and the court was super slippery, so it was quite common to see someone to take off on a run and slide out of play (read: just BC). Managed to steal the ball and make a beautiful solo run from my own half down the left flank before unleashing a short that slammed into underside of the crossbar and bounced repeatedly on the line before rolling out, damn! My favourite goal had to be the one where BC and I performed a perfect 1-2, cutting right through the defence and allowing me to unleash a left-footed drive into goal. Haha. I sound so drama. A lot of other good moments, but I could go on forever like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danen joined us just as the secondary school people had to go, so we got some drinks to refuel first, before playing the Mats who had been waiting to play with us. We probably lost as usual, but I think we managed to reduce the margin. Chin was fantastic, his 1-on-1 finishing has improved a lot. BC's tight angle shots are still damn pro although his volleys and drives from nicer angles tend to skim the top of the bar. Managed to kope a couple of goals for myself when I was playing forward. A very good game for all. Danen made one superb pass which released Chin to score. All Danen needs to do is play more and I'm sure he'll fit into the team's play even better. Danen said he that the other 3 of us were playing damn well, much improved from last time, and I agree with him. =) Left the court at 7.35 to get more drinks and walked home, reaching at 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. @Xiao Tian: Kenneth thinks Xiao Tian is sexy. And hot. And chio. Haha. Beach babe! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110134400965558547?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110134400965558547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110134400965558547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110134400965558547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110134400965558547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/delayed-telecast.html' title='Delayed Telecast'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110127578947069946</id><published>2004-11-24T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:56:29.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>Travelled for 1 hour to get to school only to find that dance prac had been cancelled... sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Gave her the card and present. So happy just to see her and hear her voice again. And her smile! Omigod.&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/8667425-110127578947069946?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110127578947069946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110127578947069946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110127578947069946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110127578947069946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110121504058451036</id><published>2004-11-23T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T21:04:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifting</title><content type='html'>Everything's shifting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left leg is supposed to during Soleila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so scared and like excited and nervous and anxious 'cause I'm seeing her tomorrow, hopefully. Haven't seen her, much less heard her voice for ages. =( And I miss her terribly. Haha. And she doesn't want to go out even for dinner. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays suck, I'm losing touch with all my friends. It'd be nice if people would ask me sometimes how I was. And it'd be nice to have an appreciable talent. Sheesh, I sound so ego, asking to be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110121504058451036?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110121504058451036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110121504058451036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110121504058451036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110121504058451036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/shifting.html' title='Shifting'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110113282494026103</id><published>2004-11-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:13:44.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Forever</title><content type='html'>Live Forever - Oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t really want to know&lt;br /&gt;How your garden grows&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;Lately did you ever feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;In the morning rain&lt;br /&gt;As it soaks it to the bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;I want to live I don’t want to die&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to breath&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don’t believe&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re the same as me&lt;br /&gt;We see things they’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t really want to know&lt;br /&gt;How your garden grows&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fly&lt;br /&gt;Lately did you ever feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;In the morning rain&lt;br /&gt;As it soaks it to the bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will never be&lt;br /&gt;All the things that I want to be&lt;br /&gt;But now is not the time to cry&lt;br /&gt;Now’s the time to find out why&lt;br /&gt;I think you’re the same as me&lt;br /&gt;We see things they’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;You and I are gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;Live forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110113282494026103?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110113282494026103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110113282494026103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110113282494026103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110113282494026103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/live-forever.html' title='Live Forever'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110113217896683245</id><published>2004-11-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T22:02:58.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Keep dreaming of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must stop drinking so much coffee. Dentist said my teeth are de-something or the other very quickly. Now I have to use apply some cream to my teeth which tastes so bloody weird (read: bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I FINISHED ALL MY METRO-CIP SHIFTS! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have resolved to be happier. She will be my source of strength. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110113217896683245?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110113217896683245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110113217896683245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110113217896683245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110113217896683245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110079061347624580</id><published>2004-11-18T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:10:13.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Game</title><content type='html'>Went to school for dance prac today haha. Gosh, I'm terrible. Luckily we're teaching the J1s dance via "GRC"... haha. Had storyline meeting after that. Crap lah, I don't have any acting role so going for all these meetings and rehearsals are just nonsense. Travel 2 hours just for a meeting lor. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 4K made it worth it! We went to watch The Incredibles at Cineleisure. I didn't realize that today was the premier, 'cause I thought last week's gala premiere with all the Singapore "Idols" was it. Which explains the large crowd outside the cinema entrance today. We waited so long, even BC, who was 15+ minutes late managed to make it before we entered the cinema. Poor BC managed to reinjure his fourth finger and wrist again playing football... And the medicine in the bandages stinks. Anyway, the movie started half an hour late, excluding the Pixar short at the start. The movie was quite funny ahaha and the animation is really good! Had such a good time I forgot that I was supposed to be feeling sad after last night's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it even better, BC, Leonard, Chin and I rushed down to the street soccer court after that to play street! Haha. Our defence was crappy, and we had to rotate the goalkeeper position (except BC 'cause of his injuries), so we let in a lot of goals, but otherwise our play was quite good! I'm probably only this happy 'cause I was the top scorer for us today with 5 goals. One long-range shot that sneaked in between the goalkeeper's legs. Two stolen goals, one a tap-in just outside the D, one a volley after the goalkeeper fluffed a kick. Two side-foot tap-ins after wonderful crosses by BC. Chin scored 4! One of them was a really wonderful half-volley, chesting the ball down before slamming it past the keeper. Leonard scored 2 solos after mistakes by the opposing defenders! Wonderful stuff. BC scored a couple or more too - one of them was really really damn zai. Knocked a good long and high cross from the midline to BC at the corner who managed to slam it in from an extremely tight angle while being marked. Hit the far post and bounced in... just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, so now I'm feeling quite happy! Tio rejected but nvm lah... you gotta take what you can and settle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110079061347624580?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110079061347624580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110079061347624580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110079061347624580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110079061347624580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/incredible-game.html' title='The Incredible Game'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110066100491080758</id><published>2004-11-17T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T23:17:08.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lah Vegas?</title><content type='html'>Being a response to comments by Senior Minister of State for Trade and Indusry Vivian Balakrishnan with regard to the decision to host a casino in Singapore, as published in The Straits Times, 17 November 2004, page H2 and an opinion on afore-mentioned issue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All views stated are this author's own, unless otherwise credited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The fundamental question is, are we ready as a society to let people make choices of their own, take responsibility for their actions and face the consequences?" - Senior Minister of State for Trade and Industry Vivian Balakrishnan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Balakrishnan believes that "Singapore is now a much more mature society and, generally, the vast majority of Singaporeans can be trusted to make up their own minds, exercise their choices and act responsibly." This supposition does much for his argument that Singapore is ready for a casino. However, this maturity is extremely subjective and, as Mr. Balakrishnan has noted, not universal. Thus, to decide if we should have a casino, let us consider two extremely-simplified scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the following, I shall use Mr. Balakrishnan's implied definition of maturity, which is the ability to make a personally and socially responsible decision independently based on the information available and accept the consequences of their resulting choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that Singaporeans, as Mr. Balakrishan believes, are mostly mature, they would be able to look at gambling rationally and understand that gambling is a zero-sum game. Which is to say, that in the long-term, statistically, one would neither lose nor gain money. Due to chance, in the short term, one would have an equal opportunity of winning or losing money. These Singaporeans would thus know they are actually spending money on entertainment, to provide them with the thrill that comes from uncertainty, the adrenaline rush of taking a risk. They would only gamble when they can afford it, for their own entertainment. In this scenario, a casino could be compared to say, a theme park, where people pay money to be 'scared' or otherwise excited in order to obtain a 'high'. A casino would thus be desirable, as it would provide an alternative form of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, undeniably, there are immature Singaporeans, and the establishment of a casino in Singapore could have many negative consequences. Based on my, admittedly poor and extremely subjective, understanding of human nature, the mere presence of a casino could lure Singaporeans with a poor understanding of the risk/reward balance inherent in and the zero-sum situation of gambling to gamble excessively, resulting in ruin for the individual. Is the financial damage of gambling limited merely to the individual? No. Other members are affected, although the individual may not realize this due to his immaturity. Financial ruin would also affect the individual's family, who are expected to help pay off his debts. If the individual is a breadwinner of the family, the family would also suffer a loss of income and thus a decline in their standard of living, which is undesirable. As the government has constantly stressed, people are the only resource of natural resource-scarce Singapore. Can Singapore afford the damage to its people that would result from immature Singaporeans gambling away their money at casinos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can the existence of existing legalized gambling systems, such as the 4D lottery, be used to justify the establishment of a casino? Although seemingly comparable on the surface, I would argue that institutions such as the public lottery do not actively promote and encourage the gambling of potentially-damaging large sums of money like a casino would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some have argued that Singaporean gamblers would continue gambling anyway, as they already are doing, by going to overseas casinos or gambling on cruise ships etc. I believe it is our duty, as socially-responsible people, to protect ourselves from temptation by objecting to the establishment of a casino. The fact that one has to travel overseas to gamble acts as a deterrent, however minor. Some Singaporeans have stated that the government cannot continue sheltering Singaporeans from making their own decisions, such as whether to gamble or not, and should allow and encourage freedom of choice. The government seems to be leaning in this direction, and as Mr. Balakrishnan said, "the direction in which our society is progressing is irreversible." However, I believe we have a choice in the direction in which are our society continues to head in and that we should not make decisions for the sake of progress alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preventing locals from the harms of gambling is, in my opinion, not "sheltering" the people. Freedom of choice is a fine and noble thing, but what if the potential consequences of these choices may have severe and negative effects on others and society as a whole? Can we allow Singaporeans, some of which are immature, to make such decisions? I believe that society should allow its members to make its own choices, as Mr. Balakrishnan has said, but only so far as their possible detriments resulting from their decisions are negligible on society's well-being. The consequences of the establishment of a casino and the resulting increase in gambling by Singaporeans are anything but minor and negligible. Its negative consequences are not easily dealt with, and the positives are not worth the possibility of incurring the social damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Balakrishnan believes that values and money "cannot be put on the same weighing scale." This is a most noble, as well as reasonable belief, which I personally agree with. Unfortunately, Mr. Balakrishnan later decides to stick his foot in his mouth, stating "If we decide that the proposals are not of sufficient economic benefit, we will not proceed." I sincerely hope Mr. Balakrishnan, and the government, sticks to his first view. In which case, considering my argument above, the most desirable outcome would be the establishment of a casino for tourists only, which would also act as the 'main attraction' of the government's proposed entertainment centre for both locals and tourists. The casino would attract tourists who like to gamble, increase income from tourism, and give the centre the necessary atmosphere and vibrancy. Singaporeans would be able to enjoy the other entertainments provided by the centre as well as the atmosphere, without having to suffer the social damages of legalized casino-scale gambling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110066100491080758?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110066100491080758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110066100491080758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110066100491080758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110066100491080758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/lah-vegas.html' title='Lah Vegas?'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110061229083683569</id><published>2004-11-16T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:38:10.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Givin' up</title><content type='html'>I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter how much you like a girl, everything means nothing if she doesn't have feelings for you. One-way love is meaningless. I'm so tired. All the memories I can't forget, don't want to forget, may mean nothing to her but everything to me and that hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110061229083683569?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110061229083683569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110061229083683569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110061229083683569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110061229083683569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/givin-up.html' title='Givin&apos; up'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110035836854162061</id><published>2004-11-13T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T23:23:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem With Buses</title><content type='html'>The problem with buses is that their seats have too little legroom. You're forced to either jam your shins or knees against them, even if you've pushed your butt all the way to the back of the seat. And since my shins/knees are almost constantly injured, bus trips are quite painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just found out they're still showing Before Sunset. Damned Cineleisure website, gave me the wrong impression and make me look like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That's all I have to say today really. Life is boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110035836854162061?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110035836854162061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110035836854162061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110035836854162061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110035836854162061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/problem-with-buses.html' title='The Problem With Buses'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110027038088502797</id><published>2004-11-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T22:43:12.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metro-CIP</title><content type='html'>Played football from 8.30 to 12 today at RI! Chin and AST came down too, so we just joined whichever CCA was playing at the time. RV, NCC, BB. Haha. Scored a couple of goals from free kicks. Yay! Chin and I also had a good time at table soccer where we trashed a couple of juniors for 4 consecutive games, despite being very rusty. Went to J8 for lunch and ended up in KFC, 'cause the Bishan Gay Paedophile wasn't there. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you see it, he came in just as we finished, so we quickly siammed and went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaoz, the shower really hurt, 'cause of all the minor scratches and abrasions on my knee and even my leg. Burn burn burn! Ow! Lounged around on the sofa 'til 3 then siammed for Metro-CIP at Metro Sengkang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I learned how to use a punchcard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have found that when it comes to responding in a negative fashion to requests for donations, there are many types of people, which do not follow ethnic, educational level or religious lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Resolute&lt;br /&gt;This class of people will stare resolutely (hence the name) ahead and walk steadily past you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Hasty&lt;br /&gt;This class of people will speed up and try to walk as quickly as possible away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Smilies&lt;br /&gt;This class of people will smile and walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Talking Smilies&lt;br /&gt;This class of people will say something simple like "No, thanks." while smiling and then walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Nodders&lt;br /&gt;This class of people will nod as if listening while walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Indecisive&lt;br /&gt;This class of people will pretend that they are considering whether or not to donate, and will usually pick up a flyer, which they will bury their faces in as they slowly 'drift' away from the booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The Smart-Alecks&lt;br /&gt;This class of people, usually teens from neighbourhood schools, will try to say something smart, such as "The box already a lot of money what." CIP participants are advised to practice self-restraint and refrain from smacking them across the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The Poor&lt;br /&gt;This class of people claim they have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Second-Timers&lt;br /&gt;This class of people will claim they have already donated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This list will be expanded on as my CIP experience progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110027038088502797?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110027038088502797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110027038088502797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110027038088502797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110027038088502797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/metro-cip.html' title='Metro-CIP'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110009606038206874</id><published>2004-11-10T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T22:14:20.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badminton Marathon</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 7.20! Haha, quite funny har. I always check the time when I wake up. Funny habit of mine. Woah, thank goodness my stomachache was gone. =) Went out for breakfast with my dad, even though I had a meeting with my storyline subgroup at 9. Figured they would be playing badminton and wouldn't really mind if I was late so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached school 20 minutes late, and as I suspected, Kenneth Lee (aka Good Twin) and Ah Foo were playing badminton. Wrapped up the meeting quite quickly, gosh, we're efficient =D and then proceeded to play badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically played badminton at LT 2.5 the whole day. Hahaha. Doubles, singles, even triples later. Originally wanted to watch Before Sunset in the afternoon (alone, sadly), but decided in the end not to dig myself further into debt and play more badminton instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I'm tired. My right arm hurts through and through. To summarize the past few days, 4 hours of soccer at RI on Monday, 3 hours of badminton at Clementi on Tuesday, 5 hours of badminton in RJ today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is good, 'cause it keeps me occupied. Every single moment that my mind isn't occupied, I spend thinking of her. Like... wtf. Seriously, seriously just can't get her off my mind. Nic says I'm just lovesick, which is kinda farny, since you can't even be sure it's love. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bored mind came up with a couple of brilliant lines today:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can handle the truth! So can my 12-gauge shotgun! How we handle it will just blow you away.&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't handle jealousy, but my 12-gauge shotgun can. How it handles jealousy will just floor you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay, maybe they're lame, maybe they're funny, maybe they're smart, and maybe you just don't give a damn. Just had to put them here as a record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've probably said this quite a few times already (Yay! I managed to avoid my usual 2000 times exaggerration) but I'll say it one last (maybe?) time - HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NIC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110009606038206874?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110009606038206874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110009606038206874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110009606038206874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110009606038206874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/badminton-marathon.html' title='Badminton Marathon'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-110000736953121170</id><published>2004-11-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:41:13.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Arghhh! I can't believe I fell asleep halfway through 24. It's as if Margaret was the only thing keeping me awake, after she went offline I fell asleep. Rarrrgghhh! And 24 is damn exciting now lah. Shit. And I missed Whose Line Is It Anyway?! Knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that would mean I fell asleep at around 1. And since I woke up at around 10, that means I slept for... woah, 9 hours. Holy shit. That's like 5 hours too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up calling and SMSed instead and she declined 'cause she was busy. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes perfect sense yet on the MRT I kept thinking about it and I got really really sad 'cause it's like... just not fated like that. I try so hard but nothing ever really works out. It's like the powers-that-be are fooling around with me, giving me tantalising glimpses of her, a few months with her to hook me in, then pull her out of reach, out of sight. So paiseh, actually teared on the MRT train on the way to Clementi. I hope no one noticed. Nic was a real dear, made me feel a lot better. She's the real reason I'm still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, badminton was quite fun, played til 4++. Haha, today Lao Yang and I finally beat Lao Jian and Brady. Straight sets, straight matches! Then the Sports Hall woman stopped us from playing 'cause we only booked until 4. She even used the PA system to stop us lah! *deng deng deng dong* "Court 3!!! Please *mumble mumble*" *deng deng deng deng* So we all sat down at the net and played floating bridge with Lao Jian's cards instead. Haha. See the inconsistency? If the court is empty, you're allowed to play cards, maybe even set up a campfire, but you can't play badminton (which is what the court is meant for). How ridiculous! I kept turning the floating bridge into 'contract' bridge by calling out non-trump cards as partners haha. Won almost all the games. =P Lao Jian had to leave at 5 'cause, according to him, he had to meet a guy friend (who is actually a girl) at the Esplanade and serenade him (her) with his guitar and singing. HAHAHA. He even changed, so you know it's definitely a girl he was meeting up with =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling much better since, especially when I read through Nic's messages, they really help. She's right, it's not everything, but it's pretty much a "easy to say" kind of thing. Like I wrote earlier, I really don't know why I feel so strongly about her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-110000736953121170?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/110000736953121170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=110000736953121170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110000736953121170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/110000736953121170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109997158997677932</id><published>2004-11-09T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:39:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha. Why do I feel so strongly about this girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how or what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to seek solace in badminton with the gang now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to email Kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109997158997677932?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109997158997677932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109997158997677932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109997158997677932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109997158997677932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/bitter.html' title='Bitter'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109992481946402159</id><published>2004-11-08T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:41:42.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Football, 4K-style</title><content type='html'>Slept quite late last night, 'bout 1, yet somehow I woke up on my own initiative at 7. Went to NUS with Leonard to hand up our SRP reports. Would just like to say that I'm very very thankful to have a mentor like Prof Tan, who was damn understanding and funny and generally a very good person to work under and talk to. I am FREE! I've been hung in a bad place for too long, for too long, for too long! Bought 4 bars of dark chocolate from the Co-op haha. Bet the auntie at the counter recognized me again - the guy who always buy Meiji dark chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard and I then went to Holland V to buy a new football. Ended up buying the adidas Finale (official Champions League ball!) for $29, then met BC and we travelled to RI together. Had KFC at J8 for lunch first, where we met the Bishan Gay Paedophile (BGP). My god, this guy is just sick. You could see him smiling away at the sight of those RI people having their lunch. He even moved to their table after they left it. Eewwww. Wonder what kind of sick perversions that guy has. Non-ex-RI male students of RJ BEWARE! Next year, you guys will get to enjoy his terrifying attentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to RI and played football for a while, then went to staff room and talked for like 15 minutes or so with Huang Lao Shi and Mrs. Yak. Haha. And then we played a shitload of football. So much that I won't really describe it in detail. I found the 4 v. 3 games the most fun, 'cause I had plenty of space to pass the ball around. I thought I was quite good, my passing was really defence-splitting, haha. But that's just me being ego. BC and I combined really well on the left flank vs. the sec 1s also, except that we were seriously outnumbered, haha. AST, just keep playing, then you'll get better and stop losing the ball so much. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Thai Express where I cheapo-ed out and bought a Mango with Glutinous Rice dessert thingy and a bowl of rice which I doused with BC's tomyam soup, haha. Yet it still cost me $6.50. Shit I'm broke. Lucky my mum just gave me this week's allowance, but it'll still be some time before I can pay back Tian and Zhong Ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called her to ask her out, but she didn't pick up. And then I tried again and again but I kept getting a "number error" message. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109992481946402159?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109992481946402159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109992481946402159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109992481946402159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109992481946402159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/football-4k-style.html' title='Football, 4K-style'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109975534455494694</id><published>2004-11-06T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:50:49.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Target-rich Environment</title><content type='html'>Yay! My cousin stayed over last night, so this morning we woke up at like 8 and walked 20 minutes just to get to some ulu place for prata 'cause the one downstairs is terrible. Anyway, my uncle came at 12 to fetch my cousin, 'cause they're going to Europe (uncle's on business). If I remember correctly, Zurich-Helsinki-Munich. Sounds damn fun. Jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school for O-Team Storyline Comm meeting. Turned out to be damn shitty. Spent half an hour going through the basic outline for our storyline, then split into our "barracks" (read: groups) to come up with ideas. Yu-ying gave us an hour, but our group finished in 30 minutes, so we went to play badminton for the remainder of the half-hour. Council racquets SUCK. I was using this one with a grip that was wrapped in cellophane tape. Everytime I swung the racquet, the racquet would try to fly out of my hands. Anyway, also played a bit of football in LT 2.5 with Nen and Xunqi. Went back, and to summarize the rest of the shitty meeting, 4 people dominated the discussion, progressively made the storyline more and more confusing until we made an uproar and then toned it back down to our original idea and then finally we split at 5.30. Saw Nic sometime during the meeting and she was so busy wagging her finger at me she nearly walked straight into a pillar, HAHAHAHA. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit more badminton, went alone to Orchard to meet up with the og at Cineleisure. Cineleisure was sheer pandemonium, which I managed to find out by overhearing people screaming away, was due to the Singapore "Idols" being there for the gala premiere of The Incredibles. Anyway, met the og, and Kai Min said that Shark's Tale was quite average so I didn't miss much. Chun Yat then left with Kaixiang while Geri left with her friend so only Glenn, Kai Min, Weixun and I were left. Met up with Margaret outside HMV. Haha. No one could see Margaret in the crowd except me, and later, Glenn, prob 'cause she's so short. (@ Margaret: =P. OK, OK, short but chio! Good enough? No? Chio nut! =P) Was planning to eat at Midpoint Orchard BK but it turned out to be full so I had a brainwave (not much of one, as you'll see later) to eat at the new J8 Cafe Cartel, so we all trooped down to the MRT and somehow managed to squeeze into a carriage, Weixun narrowly avoiding being skinned by the train doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out there was a queue at the J8 Cafe Cartel too so we decided to just wait it out. Kai Min ordered some ciabatta while the rest of us shared the Rodeo Combo, which was bloody gigantic. Yikes! Then we also had a Tropicana Bomb after Kai Min left early, not that we wanted him to go but he had some appointment. Anyway, I think everyone had a damn good time =), and we left at around 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Geri just told me that in the end she and her friend ate at the BK at Cineleisure, and that I had totally forgotten about the Cafe Cartel in Cineleisure too. See, blur right? Exactly like yesterday - walking past Salvatore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Another generally good day this holidays! Two great days/dinners in a row? A real miracle, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored, I think I'll do a Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd - Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you touch&lt;br /&gt;And all that you see&lt;br /&gt;All that you taste&lt;br /&gt;All you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that you love&lt;br /&gt;And all that you hate&lt;br /&gt;All you distrust&lt;br /&gt;All you save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that you give&lt;br /&gt;And all that you deal&lt;br /&gt;And all that you buy&lt;br /&gt;Beg, borrow, or steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you create&lt;br /&gt;And all you destroy&lt;br /&gt;And all that you do&lt;br /&gt;And all that you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that you eat&lt;br /&gt;And everyone you meet (everyone you meet)&lt;br /&gt;And all that you slight&lt;br /&gt;And everyone you fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that is now&lt;br /&gt;And all that is gone&lt;br /&gt;And all that's to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything under the sun is in tune&lt;br /&gt;But the sun is eclipsed by the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night and sweet dreams everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109975534455494694?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109975534455494694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109975534455494694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109975534455494694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109975534455494694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/target-rich-environment.html' title='Target-rich Environment'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109971221436359038</id><published>2004-11-06T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T11:36:54.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of These Nights</title><content type='html'>I'm ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, like duh. Haha. I survived the whole of yesterday on 3 hours of sleep! And slept only 1 am this morning. Haha yesterday morning I slept from 4 to 7. Then I had to go to school to pass Cheryl some stuff for PW, and at around 9.45 we handed up our PW file! Celebrations! YAY! Haha, met Chian on the staircase to the staff room, and we were all super happy that it was finally over! Felt like shouting, but couldn't lah, since some people were having their AO language papers in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, messed around with Alroy and Brady for a while in the CO room, before going to Macs so that Alroy could meet up with Zhong Ye. Wah, their PW group quite sad - Tian and Zhong Ye didn't sleep the whole night (was pei-ing them 'til 4) and the rest all slept really little. Leonard joined me at Macs around 11+. Anyway, their group finally managed to get their file done, at like 12. Which coincidentally was the deadline for submission. So Zhong Ye and I ran back to school with the file to hand it up. And we made it! YAY! So everyone was happy. Although Zhong Ye didn't look it, he looked super tired and pissed the whole day. I tried to persuade him that he didn't need to escort Leonard and I to NTU, but he insisted. Zhong Ye is really a damn good friend =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhong Ye is quite funny too! On the 199 bus he was saying he felt damn smart 'cause he was travelling with all these other Bio O participants, LOL. Bio O was damn boring. I think I only knew the answers to maybe 30% of the questions? The rest was guesswork. Haha. I think Leonard might actually outperform everyone else 'cause he's the master of Tyco. Oh, and halfway through the second 2-hour stretch of the paper, my phone actually went off 'cause I forgot to put it silent mode! Shit! Damn paiseh, everyone was like looking around and I was like looking stoned and spinning my pen. But, strangely enough, none of the Bio O profs asked over the mic or came over to find out what was going on. Haha. The president of Bio O Comm is damn frigging ego lah, she keeps harping on how under her leadership S'pore won 2 golds and 2 silvers for the last 4 years yada yada yada. Just shut up lah, like we care. I think for most people, the truth is that "we're proud to represent our school in SBO... for the CCA points". For me, this is most definitely true. I HATE HATE HATE mugging for Bio! But the powers-that-be have seen it fit to curse me with excellent guesswork skills, so I keep 'excelling' at Bio MCQ tests and end up in shitty things like Bio O. I really really wish I was in Chem O instead... I much prefer Chem, but then the powers-that-be decided to curse me and stop me from qualifying for Chem O. F***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole sorry affair was over, I rushed down to City Hall to meet Nic for dinner! Sorry because I was late. Terrible lah. And I didn't have any time to change so I had to find some toilet to change and wash my face 'cause I was so stoned and zombified due to Bio O and lack of sleep. Haha. We made our way to the Fountain of Wealth and ended up walking one whole round 'cause both of us blur like sotong, walked right past Salvatore even though it was just two shops away from where we entered the Fountain of Wealth. Shit. Damn funny. Had the fantastic seafood soup and Pizza Margherita. Hai, it was damn damn damn good. Then we went to Haagen Daaz and had chocolate fondue. When we got there we were put on the waiting list, but we barely had time to walk out to the riverside and walk like, 20 metres or something before they called us back. Really Nic's night man... damn lucky. Gave her the presents while were waiting for the chocolate fondue. I'll never forget the grin on her face =D. The chocolate fondue is damn wonderful lah, the chocolate just resolidifies on the ice cream cubes they give you! Damn nice. Yep. Anyway, we finished and then we took MRT home. Damn funny, wanted to send her home in a cab but her mum made her take the train home. Probably suspicious of me, hahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, that was a good night. Simply fantastic. I had a damn wonderful time! And I think Nic had one too, 'cause she was smiling from ear to ear the whole night =). All the effort and money was definitely worth it. Heck, more than worth it. Haha, I'm still feeling high! Bounce bounce. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And Brady, you arh, better stop laughing. =P Nic and I are just close friends only arh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109971221436359038?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109971221436359038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109971221436359038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109971221436359038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109971221436359038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-of-these-nights.html' title='One Of These Nights'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109958054613799980</id><published>2004-11-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T23:07:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP: PW</title><content type='html'>First thing I can and should say is that I'm very very glad OP is over. Good riddance. Woke up at the usual schoolday time, which is 5.25 so that I could reach school early. I can't believe I spent less than 10 minutes in 1-1 alone before I got bitten by mosquitoes. OP started pretty much on time, except for a small delay due to Li Lin arriving late. Poor Brady looked quite panicky. When it was finally our turn to go up and make a presentation, we were suddenly delayed again because we had to wait for the arrival of the MOE assessors, which we did, for 20 minutes, wtf. Haha. Zephyr was damn scared at first, his heartrate even went up to 140 bpm, but I got him to talk to us about his religion and describe the role of being a priest and stuff and that sort of calmed him down. I think my group did pretty well. =) Poor Cheryl got abused by some pretty difficult questions they were throwing at her. Coincidentally, Audrey, who was *also* speaker 4 for the next group also kenaed some difficult questions. I think religion was quite a good topic to do a project on, the assessors seemed quite interested and we got a lot of opinion-based questions to bullshit on. As a whole, I think the whole class did quite well. Yay! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ghim Moh hawker centre for lunch, where Brady, Zhong Ye and I teased Bi Wei mercilessly about California and cauliflowers. LOL. After lunch, we met Tian and GZ's PW group at Macs. Hahaha. I koped Tian's hair-rubber band thingy and then proceeded to play with her while Bi Wei took pictures with my camera phone. Xiao Tian is so cute lah, haha, there's this photo where she really looks like a cat gazing up at an interesting object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the MRT home, where I met a couple of Zhong Ye's friends from band. Quite funny, Paul kept saying he's a Liverpool fan like halfway through his declarations of support for Man U because Iris is a Liverpool fan. LOL. Zhong Ye says that's the "power of love, man". Hahahahahahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so unpredictable. It was dark and cloudy when we were at the hawker centre having lunch, but shortly after, as Zhong Ye and I were walking towards the MRT station, the sun was blazing hot with no clouds in sight. Then as I was walking home, it suddenly started raining. Screwy weather. Make up your damn mind! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a lot of CSI again this afternoon before taking a nap 'til 7. Haha, been doing PW since then, annotating and evaluating this article that Tian helped me print out (thanks a lot!). Crap. Bio O is tomorrow and I still haven't studied, yet here I am blogging. I'm so screwed for tomorrow. Speaking of which, tomorrow will be a busy busy day. Gotta go to school in the morning to give Cheryl my (now evaluated) article. Then will meet up Zhong Ye to stone around and mug together. Haha. Bio O for me, probably Jap for Zhong Ye. Zhong Ye is damn nice lah, he's offered (and I accepted) to 'escort' me all the way to NIE 'cause he's familiar with the place as he lives nearby. Leonard will probably join me. Haha. He's like me, hasn't studied at all, but the thing is he has two other Olympiads to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My SRP prof finally replied, after I sent him a mail last night to bug him. "Ok. I have no comment." Wtf. Took him 2 weeks to say that. Now to print it out and get the forms and hand it up. Soon, it will all be over. Unfortunately, I'm too busy this few days to do it... Oh well, at least Leonard hasn't handed his up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, trying to study Bio last minute while waiting for WWE Afterburn. And I really should start learning how to wrap presents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109958054613799980?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109958054613799980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109958054613799980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109958054613799980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109958054613799980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/rip-pw.html' title='RIP: PW'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109949358442376065</id><published>2004-11-03T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T22:53:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nobell Prize for Mathematics</title><content type='html'>Met Shen Yue on the NEL to school to do PW. It's amazing how many people actually live somewhere along the NEL, yet I never meet a single one on the train in the morning on the way to school. Speaking of PW, I can't really be bothered about anything anymore really. Just gonna go there, talk some shit and get it over and done with. Jane wants us to find some new articles to replace our old ones in the file 'cause the old ones are irrelevant but I only managed to find one and I can't even print it because my com is still screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole afternoon walking around town scouting. It was absolutely tiring. How do women manage to walk for hours on end while shopping, I still have no frigging idea. I'd rather do a half-marathon lor. Anyway, got home about 3 or so and tried to unscrew my computer. Kenneth's Kitchens proudly presents the recipe for *drum roll*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rescrewed Computer a la Microsoft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;A Computer (any model)&lt;br /&gt;Windows XP (Home Edition, Build 2600, Indonesia)&lt;br /&gt;Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard&lt;br /&gt;AOpen nVidia GeForce FX 5200 graphics card&lt;br /&gt;Working Internet Connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Start up Windows Setup from the Installation CD&lt;br /&gt;2. Format hard drive&lt;br /&gt;3. Reinstall Windows&lt;br /&gt;4. Set up internet connection&lt;br /&gt;5. Within 5 minutes, kena Remote Procedure Call shit that auto-shutsdown the com a la Blaster worm&lt;br /&gt;6. Start up mum's laptop&lt;br /&gt;7. Download the patch&lt;br /&gt;8. Save patch onto diskette&lt;br /&gt;9. Copy patch from diskette onto com&lt;br /&gt;10. Install patch on com. &lt;br /&gt;11. Restart com&lt;br /&gt;12. Download all the god-knows what updates from Windows Update&lt;br /&gt;13. Restart com&lt;br /&gt;14. Download latest nVidia drivers&lt;br /&gt;15. Install drivers&lt;br /&gt;16. Restart com&lt;br /&gt;17. Com didn't work, restart. &lt;br /&gt;18. Install graphics drivers from CD provided by card manufacturer&lt;br /&gt;19. Restart com, didn't work&lt;br /&gt;20. Restart com, booted with VGA Mode&lt;br /&gt;21. Installed latest nVidia drivers&lt;br /&gt;22. Restart com&lt;br /&gt;23. Com didn't work, restart in VGA Mode&lt;br /&gt;24. Enjoy 640 * 480 resolution with 8-bit colour&lt;br /&gt;25. Change settings to 1024 * 768, 32-bit colour&lt;br /&gt;26. Restart com, didn't work&lt;br /&gt;27. Restart com in VGA Mode&lt;br /&gt;28. Change settings to 16-bit colour, same res&lt;br /&gt;29. Restart com&lt;br /&gt;30. Com didn't work, restart&lt;br /&gt;31. Give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Serangoon Gardens to get a haircut. Now it's super short. Haha. Chao scary. Oh well. I think it's quite okay lah. Not say terrible. Anyway, was talking with my parents in my car on the way home, and somehow the conversation went onto Bio O and CCA points. Which got me really pissed 'cause the CCA point system is just unfair. I go for all my trainings, unlike some people, yet I get one quarter of their CCA points. Just because I'm not some nationwide sports gold-medal winner I get f***ed up CCA points, bloody hell. I can't stand this, my future is being f***ed over just because I'm not sports-inclined. Which f***er decided to let something as f***ed up as the CCA points system determine my future is a real f***. For those who are unfamiliar with the Nobell Prize-winning Brady-Kenneth No CCA Points Equals No Future Equation, let me run through the premises with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participation = 4 CCA Points (1)&lt;br /&gt;All Sorts of Other Rubbish = 26 CCA Points (2)&lt;br /&gt;A for CCA = 25 CCA Points (3)&lt;br /&gt;Scholarship = A for CCA + &lt;various other stuffs&gt; (4)&lt;br /&gt;IF Poor, THEN University Education = Scholarship (5)&lt;br /&gt;Decent Job = University Education (for such untalented non-entrepreneurs like Brady and I lah, I know all those sports gold-medal winners can go on and do sports or some other enterprising stuff, after all they can do no wrong) (6)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the more perceptive among you will have quickly worked out the proof in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, Reno 911! was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Reinstalling Windows again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109949358442376065?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109949358442376065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109949358442376065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109949358442376065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109949358442376065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/nobell-prize-for-mathematics.html' title='The Nobell Prize for Mathematics'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109940312797471280</id><published>2004-11-02T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:45:27.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the fast lane</title><content type='html'>Woke up early at 7! Haha, I'm quite surprised I'm still sane and alive, 'cause I only slept at 3 the previous night as Jin Yang and I were messing about with our Fantasy Premier League teams. Oh, in case you're wondering, Alias, 24 and Whose Line Is It Anyway? were all good. Made myself the same breakfast. =) Spent the first part of the morning just stoning sitting on my bed looking out at the sky and thinking of her. It's amazing how you can get lost in the memories... nearly cried, which is stupid because I don't really have any reason to. She just stirs up these really strong emotions in me. Haha, then again so can Chua (disgust), Chan (disgust), smokers (hate), hypocrites (loathing) etc. etc. Eh, bad comparison perhaps. I really like her. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a bit of Quicksilver and managed to finish the first section! YAY! What a gigantic achievement! If you've read Quicksilver, you'll know what I mean. Anyway, was looking around my father's stacks of discs and my sis' Complete First Season of CSI dvd set caught my eye, so I decided to watch some episodes. Haha. Managed to make it through 2 episodes before I fell asleep. Woke up at 1 and rushed out of the house with my handphone, wallet and badminton racquet, completely forgetting about Jin Yang's Bluetooth adapter. Shit. Met Ben Lai on the NEL, who coincidentally also had something on at 2 - training in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed some chocolate pancake on the way to the Sports Hall. Badminton was damn fun. Made a few good smashes today, including a very nice (if I may say so myself) jumping smash against Chian Shieh. Haha. Zhong Ye joined us halfway! =) He's not bad, got a lot of potential. His net play is damn zai, not as cunning as Lao Jian but he can really return net balls damn well. And because he's SOOOOOO damn tall, playing long rallies with him is just suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's good to be home, even though home is really boring, with my com in its current "American Elections" state - screwed up. Thank the powers-that-be for my dad's laptop. Speaking of Elections, I hope Kerry wins. Actually, it's more that i'm anti-Bush than pro-Kerry. I think this is the situation for a lot of Kerry's "supporters" also. I read this interesting article in the Review section of the Straits Times a few days ago that noted how Republican supporters tend to believe Bush's utter nonsense based on faith, while the Democratic supporters tend to be the thinking, critical type of people. Haha. Somehow mirrors religion. Those who have the faith, will have a religion. Those who like to depend on logic usually don't. Quicksilver has a lot to say about this also, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio O is super f***-up. It has to be on Friday, and it has to last from 1.30 pm to 6.30. And I have something on that night, knn. Grrr. If I could not go, I wouldn't, that something else is far far far more important. But my CCA points are screwed and Bio O is like my best (read: ONLY) hope of getting any CCA points and thus a scholarship, which is quite important to my future, and thus me, because my parents sure ain't rich enough to pay for a university education. Oh, and I haven't even bought the notes, much less study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have no choice but to burn another $20 or so on them tomorrow when I got to school for *another* PW meeting. Which reminds me, I'm supposed to find new articles for our secondary research because our current ones are totally unrelated to our written report. Sian diao. Then I have to go back to HMV as well as scout out a certain somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can look forward to Friday night (haha, Darkness song!) and I know that the memories of her will always keep me warm on these cold, lonely nights. Haha. I think that's a song lyric too. Hmm... nvm. Just thinking of her makes me happy. Sometimes it makes me sad also but in a "I don't want to lose her" kind of way. Then again, how can you lose something you never had? I miss her company so very very very very very very much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109940312797471280?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109940312797471280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109940312797471280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109940312797471280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109940312797471280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-fast-lane.html' title='In the fast lane'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109931843425721765</id><published>2004-11-01T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T22:13:54.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diesel and gasoline</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9+ haha. Actually woke up at 6.45 but decided to sleep in. Made my own roast beef sandwich, yay! Haha, it was DAMN good if I may say so myself. Oh, and I drank a whole glass of Sunkist orange juice drink, haha. I love that stuff. Crazy about it. Crap, Nic is rubbing off on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged my sorry butt to school to meet my group for PW. I was so worried when I walked past the teacher's table in the canteen in shorts and slippers but apparently RJ teachers are as apathetic as ever. Ran through my OP a few times. Shit I'm damn jealous of all the people who had their's today. They were all leaving the school, probably to celebrate, while I was sitting in the classroom practicing my damn speech. Anyway, was walking back from the canteen with Zep when I met Nic. Nic is damn farny, she did the intro but said "conclusion" instead. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, met Zhong Ye, Tian and Le Jia in school, who were there to meet Law. Turns out Law wasn't there. Then poor Audrey kena flu so they decided not to do PW and let her rest. Take care, Audrey. Oh wait, she doesn't read this. Anyway, 4 of us decided to go Orchard. And it rained the whole day. I love the smell of rain, and the "about to rain smell". Lol. Zhong Ye and I decided not to use his umbrella 'cause we'd rather get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to summarize the whole thing, I burned $70 buying various stuff, including the Eagles' Very Best Of and Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. Zhong Ye and I did a lot of 'male bonding' walking up and down Orchard Road, lol. I've realized his situation and mine are quite similar. Ohhh and Xiao Tian really really sounds like a 3-year old girl! Especially on the phone. Haha, and Zhong Ye and I keep poking fun at her about it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no idea why but just feel damn high. I think it's the happiness of buying something for someone to make them feel happy. Oh, and walking in the rain. Yes, I find walking in the rain very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just had a talk with my dad, where he talked to me about the PTM. Turns out Chan has been badmouthing me again, saying I was very arrogant and god-knows what else "but has improved". I still can't stand her, she and her "you have low EQ because you're a GEP" mentality. Sheesh, I'm like how bloody nice lah. Except to people I don't like, like Chan. And Chua. And authorities and most teachers. Oh well, my dad was quite nice about it. Yay. And he agrees with me that Benny Lee is a good teacher. Yeah, Benny Lee rocks. I hereby present him with the "Best Teacher That I Know From RJ" Award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, still waiting for Alias. And then I'll watch 24 and Whose Line Is It Anyway?. Good stuff man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha, just realized it's the first of November. How time flies! The September holidays don't seem that long ago. Happy November everyone. May your days be filled with the smell of... COFFEE! Haha. I really miss having a good cuppa and a slice of tiramisu... mm. Cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you understand the meaning of this entry's title, let me know! Tagboard's on the right, comment thingy's right after this. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109931843425721765?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109931843425721765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109931843425721765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109931843425721765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109931843425721765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/11/diesel-and-gasoline.html' title='Diesel and gasoline'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109922661272942290</id><published>2004-10-31T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T20:43:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Survey"</title><content type='html'>koped from Nic, who koped it from someone else, who probably koped it from someone else and so on so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAST:&lt;br /&gt;1.) first grade teacher's name: No frigging idea.&lt;br /&gt;2.) last word you said: Okay&lt;br /&gt;3.) last song you sang: 1985 by Bowling for Soup&lt;br /&gt;4.) last thing you laughed at: Mum&lt;br /&gt;5.) last time you cried: a month or so ago&lt;br /&gt;6.) what color socks are you wearing: none&lt;br /&gt;7.) what's under your bed?: my latest victim's corpse. haha, nothing lah, i don't have a bed.&lt;br /&gt;8.) what time did you wake up today: 6.53 am&lt;br /&gt;9.) line from the last thing you wrote to someone: a normal sized one will do (how terribly suggestive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1.) current hair: i quote my sis, "patch of grass", wet from shower&lt;br /&gt;2.) current clothes: Army Half-Marathon shirt, size S (they only had that size left!) and RJ PE shorts, size 42.&lt;br /&gt;3.) current jewelry: none&lt;br /&gt;4.) current annoyance: the stains between my teeth. shit, i need to floss more.&lt;br /&gt;5.) current smell: none&lt;br /&gt;6.) current longing: talk more with someone&lt;br /&gt;7.) current desktop picture: default windows background (father's laptop! since my com is SCREWED)&lt;br /&gt;8.) current worry: pw&lt;br /&gt;9.) current favorite article of clothing: my black giordano t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;10.) do you currently like someone: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE:&lt;br /&gt;1.) what is your career going to be: screwed&lt;br /&gt;2.) if you could live anywhere in the world, where: somewhere in australia &lt;br /&gt;3.) how many kids do you want: as many as my future wife (if any) wants&lt;br /&gt;4.) what kind of car will you drive: a manual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES:&lt;br /&gt;1.) favorite physical feature on a girl: smile&lt;br /&gt;2.) favorite physical feature on a guy: hair&lt;br /&gt;3.) one person you wish was here right now: channie&lt;br /&gt;4.) favorite author: oscar wilde&lt;br /&gt;5.) favorite coffee: virtually any coffee, exceptions are nescafe or mcdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;6.) favorite smell: about to rain, her hair&lt;br /&gt;7.) favorite way to waste time: sitting at com listening to my mp3s&lt;br /&gt;8.) favorite season: EPL season&lt;br /&gt;9.) favorite color: black&lt;br /&gt;10.) favorite time of day: 10 pm to 2 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHION:&lt;br /&gt;1.) how many coats and jackets do you own: none. zilch. zero.&lt;br /&gt;2.) do you wear a watch: yes. timex ironman.&lt;br /&gt;3.) favorite pants color: blue (jeans)&lt;br /&gt;4.) most expensive item of clothing: probably my class jersey, everything else is like free, free Terry Fox Run shirt... Army Half-Marathon etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;5.) most treasured: terry fox shirts... before they got holes ironed into them by my maid&lt;br /&gt;6.) gold or silver: platinum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FRIENDS:&lt;br /&gt;1.) do your friends know you: a few&lt;br /&gt;2.) what do they tend to be like: hard to generalize&lt;br /&gt;3.) can you count on them: i try not to&lt;br /&gt;4.) can they count on you: most of the time&lt;br /&gt;5.) do you find it hard to trust people: yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;1.) last book you read: quicksilver&lt;br /&gt;2.) last movie you watched: white chicks&lt;br /&gt;3.) last movie you saw in theaters: white chicks&lt;br /&gt;4.) last show you watched on tv: WWE No Mercy&lt;br /&gt;5.) last song you heard: er... can't remember&lt;br /&gt;6.) last thing you had to drink: soup&lt;br /&gt;7.) last thing you ate: rice&lt;br /&gt;8.) last time you showered: about half an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;9.) last time you smiled: at my dinner&lt;br /&gt;11.) last person you hugged: chian shieh, while pretending to spear him into the pool at Guozheng's place&lt;br /&gt;12.) last person you danced with: everyone who was dancing at the eagles concert&lt;br /&gt;13.) last person you talked to online: nic&lt;br /&gt;14.) last person you talked to on the phone: zep&lt;br /&gt;15.) last thing you bought yourself: if i know me, probably food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU?:&lt;br /&gt;1.) smoke:  never&lt;br /&gt;2.) do drugs: never&lt;br /&gt;3.) drink: vodka&lt;br /&gt;4.) sleep with stuffed animals: couple which i have to throw off my bed every night before sleeping because i have no idea where else to put them besides on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;5.) have a dream that keeps coming back: not since i was in primary school. wished i could have one about her&lt;br /&gt;7.) believe there is life on other planets: no, probably 'cause they blew themselves up with nukes already&lt;br /&gt;8.) read the newspaper: everyday&lt;br /&gt;9.) have any gay or lesbian friends: none&lt;br /&gt;10.) believe in miracles: no&lt;br /&gt;11.) consider police a friend or foe: neither, they have their uses i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEELINGS:&lt;br /&gt;1.) do you have any regrets: i regret switching class only during JAE and not before, being a slacker in x-country in RI&lt;br /&gt;2.) i am happiest when: talking with friends, drumming, running, playing well at badminton and football&lt;br /&gt;3.) i feel lonely: almost all the time when i'm not talking with a friend&lt;br /&gt;4.) what makes you mad: smokers, hypocrites, being neglected by my friends (whether intentionally or not i just get pissed), being lousy at drumming/running/football/badminton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;1.) what's the craziest thing you have ever done: too many, danen is a bad example and rj and ri are good places to havoc&lt;br /&gt;2.) any bad habits: not flossing. crap i have rubbish teeth. probably many others but that's the first that comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;3.) any secret crushes: not very secret by now, probably&lt;br /&gt;4.) do you think too much: definitely, which also brings to mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109922661272942290?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109922661272942290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109922661272942290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109922661272942290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109922661272942290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/survey.html' title='A &quot;Survey&quot;'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109916027383021579</id><published>2004-10-31T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T02:17:53.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulmate-friend</title><content type='html'>Woke up late today haha. Stoned around at home most of the morning, then slept 'til about 3. Showered quickly, then went for the class BBQ at Guozheng's place. Thought I missed the busstop, 'cause 105 went right past Toa Payoh MRT, over Toa Payoh South flyover and onto the PIE. Luckily I got off at that stop, 'cause the right one turned out to be across the road, and coincidentally, Lao Yang was waiting there too for Guozheng to bring us into his condo. Lao Yang says if I hadn't got off at that stop, the next stop would be at Catholic JC, and the only way back would be to actually travel all the way down to Orchard and then take the same bus back. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the class BBQ was quite okay. Played a bit of pool from 4 to about 6.30, 'cause it was raining real heavily, then we went down to start the BBQ. The pit was ultra wet, so by the time we got the fire remotely started it was 7+. I think I ate my first bite at 9. Spent most of the time talking cock and playing floating bridge with the badminton gang. Oh, then we took a class photo, where we put our plan into action and pushed Anand into the pool. Too bad we couldn't do much more 'cause the security guard came to complain and stop us. Guozheng's little sister is really really cute, although she's quite quiet. Guozheng's little brother, Guoren, in contrast, is super ultra talkative. Chian Shieh will make a good father, he was playing with Guoren most of the night. Guoren is damn cunning lah, he lured Chian to the poolside, then when Chian lost his balance, quickly pushed him in all on his own! And he's only P1! So smart! And Anand got his revenge by pushing Zhong Ye into the pool while Zhong Ye had his guard down. Oh, and then the badminton gang (minus Chian Shieh, who went up to change out) had a nice long chat with Guoren. He's a real smart fella, really clever for his age and he loves to play CS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a wonderful blueberry cheesecake made by Xiao Tian to round off the night. I must have eaten like 10 chicken wings or something... seemed like the only food we had was chicken wings. Haha. Then we cleaned up and went back upstairs. Xiao Tian was really anxious to get home, but she had to wait for Zephyr and Brady, who were mesmerized by the Portsmouth-Man U game on Guozheng's cable TV, which I just found out ended 2-0. It was quite funny - I was making up my own commentary, and Zhong Ye kept saying we should just watch a bit more, and then a bit more until 10 minutes passed. Managed to find my way back to the bus stop where I was lucky to catch a 105. After reaching the stop along Boundary Road where I have to change buses, I ended up waiting 15-odd minutes for 22/24/53 but not a single one appeared, probably 'cause it was too late. So I ended up walking all the way home... which took me another 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed most of No Mercy because of the BBQ, so there was only the crappy Booker T-Cena and the JBL-Undertaker matches left. Both were quite disappointing. And now my com is totally screwed. It's super laggy and I can't run almost everything, not even the Task Manager. I think this is the end of the line for my com man. Gonna try and back up as much stuff as possible onto CD-R over the next few days and then buy a new com. And new OS and antivirus and firewall and all the other utility programs. Haha, if you're really perceptive, you'd be wondering how I managed to post this. Well, I'm using my father's laptop for now, so don't expect me around online too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion (haha, so SS/GP/Compo), I had quite a good time at the BBQ. Many thanks to Guozheng and his family for being such great hosts and tolerating our teenage nonsense, like tossing Anand into the pool and getting them into trouble with the security guard and probably condo management. The class still really isn't bonded lah, we pretty much kept to our usual groups and two girls even brought their boyfriends to the class BBQ. Still, at least we had a good time as a class (sort of, lah, since Alroy, Bi Wei and Gang of Five couldn't make it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite happy, since Kat inadvertently sorta helped me figure out my feelings for someone. I think soulmate-friend is quite an appropriate term for her (not you, Kat, but you're a great friend nonetheless =D). Thanks so much, Kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109916027383021579?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109916027383021579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109916027383021579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109916027383021579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109916027383021579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/soulmate-friend.html' title='Soulmate-friend'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109906614482336450</id><published>2004-10-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T00:09:04.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Two Days</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, Lao Yang came to school yesterday. Amazing! Anyway, I was a good boy and went for all the lectures. Went to Macs *again* after we were dismissed early from Chem prac by Chua. Chua is such a lame piece of shit lah. The class wanted her to cancel today's Chem tutorial, which she agreed to with the condition that we hand up our alkanes and alkenes tutorials on the first schoolday of next year. Then she said if anyone of us didn't hand it up, we would have to be punished. Guess who she decided to take the punishment? The Chem rep, yours truly. Then she gave me that irritating act-cute grin of hers. So after a while, she managed to drift onto talking about the new school campus, and I offered to run round the new campus once, which she said wasn't enough. So I offered to run 20k, on the condition that she run too. Haha. She backed off straightaway. Coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Maths lec was a let-down and totally boring. Physics lec was quite funny 'cause we had some Cheena guest lecturer from NTU, so everyone kept laughing at his brave attempt at English. He actually was quite good except for the occasional slip of the tongue. "As you're crawling towards the animal... I meant enemy" But he also has quite a good sense of humour lah. And the lecture was quite interesting. So good on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao Yang and I ran off immediately after that to avoid Anand's persistent bugging of Lao Yang to do PW and to top up my ezLink card. Played badminton from 3 to 6+. Xiao Tian came all the way to Clementi on her own just to watch us, haha. Anyway, towards the end I was practicing my smashing with Lao Yang 1-on-1 and I was so engrossed I didn't realize all the friction from the grip had reopened the healing blister on my finger and that it was bleeding, so my towelled grip developed a pretty ugly bloodstain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's PE was disappointing, ended up playing indoor handball, which was ridiculous since the D was damn unfairly drawn. And all the tall people had a massive advantage. As you can probably tell by now, we lost every game. Yawn. Such a let-down lah, all the guys in my class who did come to school came because of PE and it turned out to be shit. After PE, ended up at LT 2.5 hoping to play badminton with Margaret and gang. Margaret originally objected to using my bloodstained racquet, "eeewww!", but eventually caved in and looked super cute and funny playing against Shirin, who joined us after she came out of LT 3. Then Danny and Biwei took over in a contest to see who could impress Margaret and win her affection, hahahahaha. Just couldn't resist it. Margaret is so fun to tease. And I kept cheering Danny to kill Biwei so that he would have one less competitor for Margaret. I wonder how many times a day Oliver has Milo with his meals? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the 3P people came, so Bi Wei and I joined Zhong Ye at the semi-D for some football. Zhen Wei stubbed his toe, breaking the toenail and tio abrasion playing barefoot so we stopped. He should be fine I think, Bi Wei and I both kena before and we're still playing football today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people actually came to school these two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went for Physics tutorial, where I learnt the word "tintinnabulation" playing Hangman. After Physics, Brady and I quickly ran off to Clementi to play badminton. I was utter rubbish =(. Just crap. We eventually got chased off, 'cause we didn't book the court, at 3.30++, so we went to eat rojak. Then we sat around and just talked cock like ah peks, except for the missing beer bottles on the table. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Guozheng is holding a class BBQ tomorrow, yay! Must starve myself after breakfast and sleep lots. Guozheng also booked the pool table at his condo from 4 to 6, so we, the badminton gang, decided to go down at 4 to play pool and take a break from badminton. Haha. Looking forward to the class BBQ, although I'm quite disappointed some members of the class are not going. I always thought it would be nice if we could all go for something outside of school as a class at least one f***ing time, but no... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find some time one of these days to go out and shop for her birthday present. Plenty of time, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. I'm still so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109906614482336450?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109906614482336450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109906614482336450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109906614482336450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109906614482336450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/last-two-days.html' title='The Last Two Days'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109889083049774431</id><published>2004-10-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:27:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Wet, Not Walking</title><content type='html'>Yay! Oral Presentation Dry Run is over. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing good about this Dry Run thing was that I got to wake up late, so I took full advantage of this by sleeping til 7.30. Unfortunately, I still had to reach school by 10, 'cause that's when my PW group agreed to meet. Which meant I was supposed to leave the house at 8.30. I ended up leaving at 9 'cause I had to help Shona with some com problem that she managed to fix in the end on her own. All I did was act like a guinea pig and open files, lol. Zhong Ye quickly quipped that everyday brings new things, haha. And Kat remarked that it was "progress".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, I reached school less than 5 minutes after 10. Woahhhh. And the rest of the group was *later* than me lah, wtf. Shen Yue was the next to arrive, at around 10.20. Sheesh. Not to say that I am very punctual, but still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't really be bothered to write out a full script or rehearse much so I spent a lot of time stoning and hanging out with the other PW groups watching them rehearse and prepare their Powerpoints, which was quite scary, 'cause I realized how little we actually had to present. Jane was rehearsing her speech, and when she talked really s l o w l y ,   s h e   t o o k   3   m i n u t e s   t o   f i n i s h   h e r   f i r s t   d r a f t   o f   h e r   s p e e c h. Terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhh, I'm so happy. She flashed me this killer killer killer happy smile when I saw her in the canteen. I still feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, PW OP itself was quite boring. Some parts were funny, like the way Anand talked and how he kept shivering, and all the porno pics in Guozheng's presentation and Zephyr's intro for our presentation. Turns out all our speeches were pretty okay, i.e. they lasted long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collected my badminton racquet after that. Looking forward to ponning PW to play badminton tomorrow, heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to talking with you, Kat. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her as well. Haha. Sometimes I really just want to shout her name out loud and how much I like her. I try to refrain from using the word "love", since I don't think I have enough experience to exactly pin down what I feel as love. It might be, it might not. I want to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109889083049774431?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109889083049774431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109889083049774431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109889083049774431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109889083049774431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-wet-not-walking.html' title='Not Wet, Not Walking'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109880230708707775</id><published>2004-10-26T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:51:47.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pee Dubya</title><content type='html'>Quite a boring day. Most of our teachers decided to let us do PW during their lessons. Haha, I keep telling everyone tomorrow is just a Dry Run, meant for us to screw up and improve from there. In accordance with this view, I just spent 5 minutes to prepare a rough outline for my impromptu speech tomorrow based on the presentation that Jane, Shen Yue and Cheryl did. I'll just bs my way through tomorrow, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponned Bio lec to go eat breakfast with Brady, Lao Yang and Biwei at Macs. Quite shiok, just sit there in the corner and talk cock and grab a bite. Maths lec was quite rubbishy. I spent most of my time sitting there stewing in jealousy seeing someone get along really well with a certain somebody else. I'll keep fighting jealousy. Grrr. So pissed. Oh, and Tian thought my letter was very touching! Haha. All the more reason never to actually give that letter. Keira Knightley is super hot and chio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, haha. Zhong Ye is an amazing guy. He's like super duper nice lah. He pissed off some girls in our class, so he asked me to accompany him to Ghim Moh to buy flowers to apologize. He even wrote a card. Wah kao. Chian and I were saying that we would never think of buying flowers just to apologize over such a (in our opinion only arh) small matter, but Zhong Ye is so nice he bought each girl a flower. Haha. Oh, and Zhong Ye and I discovered that it's quite ironic that the flowers you buy for the most special girl in your life also tend to be the cheapest. Zhong Ye's 3 flowers cost $8.50, while my one rose cost... hmm, a bit inappropriate to say. Let's just say it cost much less than $3. Oh well, it's probably 'cause the feelings that go with *those* flowers are priceless, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. At least I felt much much better after making someone else happy. That smile just made everything alright. It's like a sunrise. A new day it is dawning, and I feel my pain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pee Dubya BEGONE! It definitely isn't the Lord's work! It is EVILLLL!" - adapted from Brad, Whose Line Is It Anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109880230708707775?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109880230708707775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109880230708707775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109880230708707775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109880230708707775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/pee-dubya.html' title='Pee Dubya'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109872248898047577</id><published>2004-10-26T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T00:45:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pon</title><content type='html'>Quite an unusual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some lousy Physics SPA Skill A, which Jin Yang and I think we messed up 'cause we defined the task wrongly. Oh, and Oliver's "tips" were again uncannily accurate, except that I already knew his "tips" from another source. Haha. And this morning he tried to insinuate that I liked Margaret (whom he calls Margie very very very affectionately *wink*) so I countered by talking about Margie quite obviously to him during his break in front of his class. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No maths and bio, so our break was extended by one period on each end. Part of it was spent rushing up and down and talking with Zep 'cause Law got us all worked up over the fact that we didn't print a hard copy of our final PW report with the bibliography. Stupid bitch. Chua said it was probably too late to do anything already and that just having it in our soft copy was good enough. So now the girls are working on the presentation, phew. I can finally take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Chem tutorial, then ponned the rest of the day to play badminton. Yay! Quite fun, even though Lao Yang and I lost every game (which was about... 5 or so?) except the last one. Haha. Quite scared now, 'cause Lao Yang got a call from Chua around the end of the Chem lecture we were skipping. Haiyah, see how lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and met my mum on the bus! Damn zun lah. Went to drop off my racquet for restringing after taking a shower. After finding out I was from RJ, the shop auntie proceeded to interrogate me on subject combinations as well as ask advice from me for her niece. Haha. So I shall now repeat what I said, translated into English of course. Told her that most importantly her niece should decide (or try as hard as possible to) on what she wants to do and then pick subject combination appropriately. Know what you want, then have the determination and self-confidence to go for it and grab the chances/tools/whatever that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Nic's new hairstyle makes her look really cute and chio even though she insists it's terrible and I think I have a major crush on it 'cause I can't stop thinking of how she looked. Hahaha. I'm terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109872248898047577?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109872248898047577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109872248898047577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109872248898047577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109872248898047577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/pon.html' title='Pon'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109863537917359919</id><published>2004-10-25T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T00:29:39.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling better</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Xiao Tian. And especially especially Nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, football always help take my mind off things too. It isn't the Beautiful Game for nothing. Newcastle beat Man City! 2-0, then 2-2, 3-2, 3-3 and finally Bellamy answers the critics with the winning goal for a 4-3 victory for Newcastle at St. James Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWCASTLE NEWCASTLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Tian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, Nic, you just somehow managed to make me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109863537917359919?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109863537917359919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109863537917359919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109863537917359919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109863537917359919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling better'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109862074878649975</id><published>2004-10-24T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:25:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I look fat?</title><content type='html'>Which is a stupid question since the obvious answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am, however, the Spaghetti Monster! MUNCH! 4 plates later... MUNCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's like stress-relief or something. Binging. Hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I suppose I do need the energy, after all I did go referee for 5-a-side soccer match again today. Yay, another 6 CIP hours. At the rate I'm going, I need every hour I can get. I only have 4 CCA points lah, wtf. Even Nen got 4As and 20 CCA points. Knn! Anyway, Danen is very depressed. Cheer up, k. Take it easy. Anyway, after Nen left early, BC and I played 2-on-2 with "Pee Thew" and "Emm Chang" and whacked them 6-4, 3 goals apiece. Haha, football is very good for relieving stress and depression. And I chipped Danen from outside the box, approx. 25 metres out. Superb curling ball that was super super tyco. Yay! BC says my kicks very good for crossing 'cause they're so high and curl and dip a lot. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop thinking about how screwed my future is 'cause of my lousy CCA record. My only hope now is Bio O, but I hate Bio O like crazy. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why do girls always ask "Do I look fat?" It's one of those unsolvable mysteries of the universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109862074878649975?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109862074878649975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109862074878649975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109862074878649975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109862074878649975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-i-look-fat.html' title='Do I look fat?'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109856462088751204</id><published>2004-10-24T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T04:50:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking too much</title><content type='html'>Haha. What's with me lately? I'm thinking too much, falling asleep too early 'cause I'm so pissed at everyone, and waking up at odd hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose it is a blessing in itself to know so many people and have their friendship, even if it seems i'm cursed to be deprived of true companionship forever. Maybe I'm just not meant to be that close to anyone ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much as it hurts me, life has to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109856462088751204?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109856462088751204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109856462088751204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109856462088751204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109856462088751204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/thinking-too-much.html' title='Thinking too much'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109853723983845659</id><published>2004-10-23T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T21:18:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>I've realized something very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm virtually everyone's friend, but no one's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, that's *not* very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's very pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very very pissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is the root of the problem I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of you actually need me or seem to care. Haha, Kenneth is funny, good for jokes, good to laugh at, and then after that let's just forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I do have some real friends. Danen, Jin Yang, Leonard, Kat, my cousin. Sadly, that's about it. I don't think I do them justice. It's time I did. Thank you, you guys are the only ones who don't make me feel like my feelings are being played around with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109853723983845659?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109853723983845659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109853723983845659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109853723983845659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109853723983845659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109845276549973736</id><published>2004-10-22T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:46:05.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless</title><content type='html'>I feel so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Open House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just reinforces the fact that I'm utterly useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have like, what? 4 fucking CCA points. Oh, hooray. And I can forget about my future, because 4 fucking CCA points sure ain't fucking enough to pass, much less fucking get a fucking scholarship to anyfuckingwhere. And I think I'm the only person who has this kind of problem. Even BC, who's supposedly as slack as me when it comes to CCA has like 15 over points or some shit 'cause of NCC. Kanifucking nah lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I spent the whole day at Open House stoning, while everyone else is like putting up performances and shit. And what does yours truly do? Wait 'til the end of Open House and help clean up, like janitor like that. Yes. Great prospects. I see a great future for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too impatient or something, but I really really feel I'm useless at everything lah. It's like... snowball in Hell, just give me one fucking useful fucking talent that I actually like being talented at please? You can take away the rest. Just fucking give me something to excel at, something that I can be proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even talking with her today can't cancel out how pissed and depressed I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohana just shows you who got left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109845276549973736?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109845276549973736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109845276549973736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109845276549973736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109845276549973736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/useless.html' title='Useless'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109829388532998910</id><published>2004-10-21T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T01:44:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you spell screwed?</title><content type='html'>According to Kenneth's Dictionary of Friendly, Understandable, Caring, Kind, Enlightened, Defined, Useable and Profound Terms, Oct 2004 Edition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. S-R-P&lt;br /&gt;2. P-W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha. Knn lah. Tomorrow, or should I say, later today, there's still school. Bloody ridiculous. How 'bout all the people who aren't involved in Open House but live far from school? Damn sadcase. Anyway, I'm not one of those people because I have the happy task of going for some damn SRP meeting, where they're probably going to remind me of how I'm supposed to have handed up my report by last Monday, while I haven't even shown my mentor the first draft. Or completed it for that matter. Which I will have to do by going to NUS tomorrow and drawing up some chemical structures on the computer and finding out some trivial information. Then I still have to come up with a decent introduction, before I can even send it off to my mentor, which will probably result in many many changes to be made before I can submit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I can even get down to such an urgent task, I have to tolerate 2 hours of some Orientation Storyline Comm meeting. Urgh. Those f-, no, screw-ups (remembering Kat's exhortation not to use so much vulgaraties) in the Decor comm voted for a [blacked out] theme, which is going to be super hard to plan a storyline around lah. Not to mention no one really wants to act in some lousy [blacked out] accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. That's the future. Before the future, there was... the past. And PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PW report is so screwed up. No cover page. No content page. No diagrams. No tables. No graphs/charts. No citations. No bibliography. No appendices. So so so so so very dead. Oh damn it, shan't give a f***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan to play badminton tomorrow afternoon (against the express wishes of my doctor) but no idea how tomorrow will turn out. So much to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the near future I see... Open House - on Friday. Sigh. Cheng Lim got it into his head that it would be a most excellent idea to cook food as a demonstration of chemistry to the Sec 4 students visiting RJ. How stupid lah. Might as well don't have a booth. Of course, Cheng Lim himself won't be doing any demonstration because he's a Befriender (yes, capital B). Quite sad case also lah, got to wear Hawaiian shirts LOL. He deserves worse. Grr. Leonard's also a Befriender and the rest of Alchem are slacking off, so somehow the odious duty (oxymoron alert!) has been dumped on Clarence and yours truly, who are considering just running off and hiding somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's also Astro booth. Where we're doing some solar observation. And I'm supposed to be on shift from 12 to 1 or something like that with Biwei. Haha. Think I'll just leave it to the comm to sort things out. Biwei and I can go there to bai mei (act as decoration). Haha. Really have no idea what to do during Open House itself. Probably try and kope the drumset when it's free or something and watch the performances -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING WILL EVER BEAT THE EAGLES CONCERT!&lt;br /&gt;YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just would like to thank Leonard for all the help with my SRP report. Without which, I would be EVEN MORE screwed (yes, that's possible). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat, hang on, k. I'm sure you'll figure what you want to do soon, and things will work out somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, Channie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109829388532998910?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109829388532998910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109829388532998910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109829388532998910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109829388532998910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-do-you-spell-screwed.html' title='How do you spell screwed?'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109812043438441398</id><published>2004-10-19T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:27:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagles</title><content type='html'>They rock.&lt;br /&gt;Worship them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109812043438441398?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109812043438441398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109812043438441398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109812043438441398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109812043438441398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/eagles.html' title='Eagles'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109794857664719729</id><published>2004-10-17T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T01:42:56.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Left Hand-Only Typist</title><content type='html'>Would be me! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning at 4.30 with a super sharp pain in my right hand. Somehow managed to go back to sleep. Woke up again at 6.30. Drifted in and out of consciousness until 8 when I gave up trying to sleep. Went to see the doc at 9. Then had to wait another half an hour in the waiting room. So by the time I took the painkillers, 3 hours of pain liao. Had to do everything this morning with one hand. Apparently I managed to sprain my right hand/wrist in my sleep. Brady speculated that I was probably dreaming of badminton. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I couldn't play badminton today (obviously). Argh. And not for the next 2 weeks either. Definitely no drumming either. And limited use of the computer. Why am I here anyway? Haha. 'cause I am a pro left hand-only typist. Hahahaha. And SMSer. Heh. And I'm screwed for SRP since I didn't go to NUS for obvious reasons. Good excuse to drag the report out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person I know of who has ever sprained his hand in his sleep as well is... Danen! HAHA. How the fish we did it I have no fishing idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing keeping me alive right now are the painkillers. At the same time, the muscle relaxant is trying to send me to sleep. And the supposedly "non-drowsy" painkillers managed to knock me out the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I just hope I don't aggravate the injury in my sleep tonight. Being a deep sleeper can really suck sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109794857664719729?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109794857664719729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109794857664719729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109794857664719729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109794857664719729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/amazing-left-hand-only-typist.html' title='The Amazing Left Hand-Only Typist'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109785531325692750</id><published>2004-10-15T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:48:33.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell, Weekend</title><content type='html'>Bio O was boring. Woke up late. Got there late. Couldn't really be bothered, actually. Dammit lah, shouldn't have gone at all, since Leonard woke up late and decided not to go either. Leonard is quite smart. He sent some SMSes telling me that he wasn't going, forgetting of course that I had left my handphone in Chiewwy's car, and the only way I was going to read them was to get it back from Chiewwy during, guess what, Bio O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a bit of football during the breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Jin Yang at Clementi for lunch. Too bad the carrot cake store was already closed. Haha, either business must have been damn good or he ran out of eggs. LOL. Had wan ton mee instead, which wasn't too bad. Then we went to another hawker centre for rojak, which was quite good. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school at 3 'cause Jin Yang had AV duty. Found my Starfinder in Hayne's locker, so Danen and I fooled around with it 'til PW. Damn PW. The only reason I still bother about PW at all is 'cause it's groupwork and I don't want to drag the rest of the group down. But I'm going to do only the minimum from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell Assembly was ridiculous. They tried to squeeze virtually the whole J1 batch into the hall gallery. Danen and I spent most of our time talking cock in the canteen after we found that all the coms in Com Lab 3 were being used already. Sad. Eventually ended up playing football with BC, Oliver and Lao Jian. Just when we were about to kick the other team's ass, Mr. Low then interrupted our most wonderful display of soccer skills by sending a mindless messenger drone to relay his displeasure and order to cease all spheroid-related activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner with BC at the noodle restaurant in Holland V. Rest of 4K and Weixun's friends decided to eat in the air-conditioned foodcourt instead, which the two of us felt was quite unreasonable in its pricing. Leonard's parents kindly gave us a lift home after dropping Leonard off at church. Haha. No wonder his church had parking problems lah, parking spaces not enough, yet people still play football in the carpark =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussing the SRP reports with Leonard, I realize that I am seriously seriously screwed. I haven't written a single word. Actually, most of the report should be quite easy to do, except for the "Introduction", which requires me to quote some other relevant papers. Unfortunately, I have not found any such papers thus far. This is, in my opinion, a blessing in disguise. With some proper spin, I can make myself appear to be a pioneer in the field of research of "Effect on Amide synthesis via Michael addition of esters and amines by base-catalysis blah blah". Heh. Hopefully lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is pretty much gone though. PW. SRP. Only thing I have to look forward to is badminton with the gang from 2 to 6 tomorrow! Haha. Our schedules are uncannily coordinated - everyone has something on in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. Before I know it, yet another weekend will have passed, and dreary days of regular school activities will resume. At least there's the Eagles concert to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109785531325692750?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109785531325692750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109785531325692750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109785531325692750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109785531325692750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/farewell-weekend.html' title='Farewell, Weekend'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109775961390518272</id><published>2004-10-14T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T21:17:22.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idolize This!</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to meet Leonard at 9. I woke up at 9. Haha. Anyway street soccer turned out to be quite terrible. Cai and Chiewwy's parents kindly fetched us to this street soccer court in Clementi, which Cai claimed to be "always empty". Yeah, right. "I did not have sex with that woman." "Saddam possesses weapons of mass destruction." Turns out there were 3 teams there who took ages to score. Haiyah. I finally got to play after we agreed with them to let us play a 4 on 4 with each other. I need to work on my heading. Actually, I need to work on everything, I'm just terrible. Only thing of note I did was assist BC by picking up a loose ball Chin had lost. And a mean left-foot shot which missed by a foot or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem was, my handphone fell out of my PE shorts back pocket while I was in Chiewwy's car. *sigh*. At least it didn't fall out somewhere else where it could have been stolen. Haha. Must thank Chiewwy and his family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio O was quite OK. At least the first part was. All that stuff about behaviour was actually quite interesting and there were plenty of pictures. Wouldn't know about the rest, 'cause Leonard and I left when Mr. Chan left, ostensibly to go home and email our particulars to some Bio teacher "by 7 or have your [sic] participation terminated. Period." Haha, she dare threaten me? As if I actually really really want to be involved. WTF. Bio O is about and propagates the idea of "mug and succeed", which I am completely and totally against. It's just sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard decided to try and help me fix my com before he went home which turned out to be, in his words, "an ill-fated experiment". LOL. And apparently, my speakers aren't working now, so they have been substituted by my headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rargh. I get to look forward to more Bio O tomorrow. From 8 am to 2 pm. Then Law decided to hold some bloody PW shit from 4 to 5 pm. Then Farewell Assembly from 5 to 8 pm. So now I have no bloody chance to play football. Dammit! PW sucks. The whole thing sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like our Singapore "Idols"! Has anyone wondered who our Singapore Idols' idols are? Probably first on all of their lists would be William Hung. Tonight's "Disco" night was just terrible. Absolute rubbish. I don't claim to really like Disco or be an expert on it, but anyone with two working ears could tell the "Idols" were just terrible. Singapore, as usual, is an embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should treat our ears to better music, like Queen's Hammer to Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hammer to Fall - Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we stand or here we fall&lt;br /&gt;History won't care at all&lt;br /&gt;Make the bed, light the light&lt;br /&gt;Lady Mercy won't be home tonight, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't waste no time at all&lt;br /&gt;Don't hear the bell but you answer the call&lt;br /&gt;It comes to you as to us all&lt;br /&gt;We're just waiting for the hammer to fall, yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ev'ry night and every day&lt;br /&gt;A little piece of you is falling away&lt;br /&gt;But lift your face the Western Way&lt;br /&gt;Build your muscles as your body decays, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe your line and play their game, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Let the anaesthetic cover it all&lt;br /&gt;'til one day they call your name&lt;br /&gt;You know it's time for the hammer to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich or poor or famous&lt;br /&gt;For your truth it's all the same (Oh no! Oh no!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lock your door the rain is pouring&lt;br /&gt;Through your window pane (Oh no!)&lt;br /&gt;Baby now your struggle's all in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we who grew up tall and proud&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of the mushroom cloud&lt;br /&gt;Convinced our voices can't be heard&lt;br /&gt;We just wanna scream it louder and louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell we fighting for?&lt;br /&gt;Just surrender and it won't hurt at all&lt;br /&gt;You just got time to say your prayers&lt;br /&gt;While you're waiting for the hammer to, hammer to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;It's!&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Hammer&lt;br /&gt;You know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hammer to fall&lt;br /&gt;While you're waiting for the hammer to fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me one more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much better.&lt;br /&gt;Idolize my blog. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109775961390518272?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109775961390518272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109775961390518272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109775961390518272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109775961390518272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/idolize-this.html' title='Idolize This!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109768339782100476</id><published>2004-10-14T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:05:24.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Song Lyrics!</title><content type='html'>"Where the girls are green and the grass is pretty" - Rums N' Doses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109768339782100476?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109768339782100476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109768339782100476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109768339782100476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109768339782100476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/fun-with-song-lyrics.html' title='Fun With Song Lyrics!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109767732830131460</id><published>2004-10-13T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T22:22:08.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sense Of Adventure</title><content type='html'>Yay! Earlier tonight, Danen told me about this website with tons of those old DOS games! Been playing those games since and decided to take a short break to post something here about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site has EVERYTHING - my favourites like the King's Quest series, the Quest for Glory series, the Space Quest series and even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEMMINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn happy. Now I have plenty of games to play over the next few days/weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned Bio O. There's going to be "training" (read: mind-numbingly boring regurgitation and drilling of useless and kenneth's life contextually-irrelevant facts and information through lecture consisting of unending, persisting longtitudinal wavefront patterns in air, resulting in zombification for all receivers of above-mentioned waves.) from 1 to 5 pm tomorrow and again on Friday from 8 am to 2 pm. Knn. So much for my plans. Still, the bunch of us have decided to play street soccer tomorrow anyway, once BC's done with his history paper, until 1 or so and then da bao lunch and eat in the lecture or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was superbly boring. Planned to play badminton in the afternoon but my sister fell sick with a high fever. And since I was the only other person at home I had to look after her. Wahahaha damn sian. And 'Quicksilver' is immensely dense. Now I know why Leonard ended up reading it on-and-off. Probably how he managed to finish the book and retain his sanity. The writing is like BC's, totally self-absorbed and self-indulgent, just not as funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, thanks to Danen, I have been saved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danen rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109767732830131460?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109767732830131460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109767732830131460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109767732830131460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109767732830131460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/sense-of-adventure.html' title='A Sense Of Adventure'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109758487301613524</id><published>2004-10-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T21:01:11.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Albino Babes</title><content type='html'>The Chem paper is not worth the time I might use to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how Oliver knew nearly all the questions and stuff that came out. His Chem teacher is a f***ing cheat. Didn't know Margaret had so many "horror" stories to share. Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after the paper, went to Cineleisure with Brady, Chian, Guozheng, Tian to watch White Chicks. Never go to Long John Silvers. Bloody hell, the portions are so damn tiny! White Chicks was damn farny. Whoever reads this, better go watch. End up laughing all the way. Better not laugh too much, might miss a good joke or two! Absolutely hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the MRT home alone, then decided I should drop by Leonard's and borrow Quicksilver to occupy myself in the following days. Ended up having a long chat with Leonard, which was very good. And Leonard's mum was super nice and generous and insisted on us having tea. Hai. It's moments like this in life that just give you that happy, uplifting feeling that everything is alright in this world. The freedom, the opportunity to let life and all its rubbish take a backseat and just spend some quality time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad the grinning and the bouncing didn't last long, 'cause I was quickly reminded of this person who's been sort of making me sad lately. Just felt so helpless and disappointed with myself. Then again, you just can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped, can you? Why do I care? Why do I keep insisting on trying to help? That person sure seems happier this way. But it just doesn't feel right. Why do I bother? Haha. Don't know. I just know I managed to spend a whole hour last night thinking about this person. Went to bed at around 12.40 but I only fell asleep sometime after 1.40! Hah. Just felt like a James Bond martini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resolve to stop worrying abaout it. Yeah, I know it's negative thinking, but like I said, if that person doesn't want help and seems happier for it, then so be it lah. One man's meat is another man's poison. Am I a part of the cure or part of the disease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, I'm sorry if I have hurt you. But I really have to say it. Ultimately, you should just know that I care and that I'm here for you by your side always. It's just that I'm just not going to worry anymore. If you tell me you're happy, I'll take it you're happy. Maybe you've found your true happiness, this mindset of yours, maybe you haven't. And the only thing I've ever wanted for you is happiness. If you ever need me (which you probably don't, if I know how things like this always end up), then just tell me and I will do my best for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109758487301613524?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109758487301613524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109758487301613524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109758487301613524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109758487301613524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/albino-babes.html' title='Albino Babes'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109751141329776588</id><published>2004-10-12T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T00:16:53.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope: The Emotional Vicious Cycle</title><content type='html'>Hope implies expectation.&lt;br /&gt;You hope for something good to happen.&lt;br /&gt;You expect something good to happen.&lt;br /&gt;When what you expect does not materialize, you will feel disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment leads to sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness leads to frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Frustration leads to anger.&lt;br /&gt;And anger leads to suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Suffering is the DARK SIDE.&lt;br /&gt;You can either,&lt;br /&gt;A: Hope for something good to happen (a la Optimism: There is a silver lining in every cloud).&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;B: Just give up.&lt;br /&gt;If you choose A, simply go back to the start and move down the steps as shown above until you finally choose B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109751141329776588?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109751141329776588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109751141329776588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109751141329776588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109751141329776588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/hope-emotional-vicious-cycle.html' title='Hope: The Emotional Vicious Cycle'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109750114776343003</id><published>2004-10-11T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T21:42:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition State Theory</title><content type='html'>Spent the whole morning transferring my old entries from Third Side over. Then got the timezones wrong and had to manually modify all the timestamps which I had painstakingly gotten "right" the first time 'round. Found a new place to host my images too. So you can look forward to more pictures on this blog. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it seems to be finally done, except for possibly a new layout which Kat has most generously agreed to help me do! Yay! I love Kat! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a pretty boring day so far. After lunch, did some Chem revision, polishing off Ionic Equilibria and going through that with Jin Yang on the handphone. Which caused my phone's battery to go flat. Hahaha. My phone is damn scary, it gets hot when you talk for too long... anti-chatting feature, lol. Talking about phones, I might get a new handphone some time after Promos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ...Which end TOMORROW! YAY! Just 2.5 hours of slogging and when 10.40 swings around, I will be FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt super depressed after Chem revision. Was thinking of her and trying very hard not to cry. Must be macho mah... or is that masochistic. LOL. So I went to sleep! Sleep is a very convenient escape. Since I don't dream at all if I'm tired enough, sleep is a good hideaway. Just go to sleep and forget everything and wake up feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Still don't and won't give a f*** about Promos! Actually, I have this feeling most people are already in the post-Promo mood, Maths and probably most of their other papers being over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set me free, set me free 'cause I think you need my soul. Set me free, set me free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109750114776343003?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109750114776343003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109750114776343003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109750114776343003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109750114776343003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/transition-state-theory.html' title='Transition State Theory'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746680492190832</id><published>2004-10-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:13:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song</title><content type='html'>Kat sent me this song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest Goodbye - Maroon 5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you are seems to be &lt;br /&gt;As far as an eternity &lt;br /&gt;Outstretched arms, open heart &lt;br /&gt;And if it never ends then when do we start &lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you behind &lt;br /&gt;Or treat you unkind &lt;br /&gt;I know you understand (ohh) &lt;br /&gt;And with a tear in my eye &lt;br /&gt;Give me the sweetest goodbye &lt;br /&gt;That I ever did receive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing forward and arching back &lt;br /&gt;Bring me closer to heart attack &lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye and just fly away &lt;br /&gt;When you've come back &lt;br /&gt;I have something to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to know you never have to be alone &lt;br /&gt;When you get home (home) &lt;br /&gt;There must be some place here that only you and I could go &lt;br /&gt;So I can show you how I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream away everyday &lt;br /&gt;Try so hard to disregard &lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of the rain that drops &lt;br /&gt;And coincides with the beating of my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never leave you behind &lt;br /&gt;Or treat you unkind &lt;br /&gt;And I know you'll understand (yeah yeah yeah) &lt;br /&gt;And with a tear in my eye &lt;br /&gt;Give me the sweetest goodbye &lt;br /&gt;That I ever ever ever did receive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing forward and arching back &lt;br /&gt;Bring me closer to heart attack &lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye and just fly away &lt;br /&gt;When you come back &lt;br /&gt;I have something to say, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to know you never have to be alone &lt;br /&gt;When you get home (home) &lt;br /&gt;There must be some place here that only you and I could go &lt;br /&gt;So I can show you how I feel, feel, feel, feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah) &lt;br /&gt;(Pushing forward and arching back) &lt;br /&gt;(Bring me closer to heart attack) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to know you never have to be alone &lt;br /&gt;When you get home (home) &lt;br /&gt;There must be some place here that only you and I could go &lt;br /&gt;So I can show you how I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show you how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Show you how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Show you how &lt;br /&gt;Show you &lt;br /&gt;Show &lt;br /&gt;Show you how I feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some place here that only you and I could go &lt;br /&gt;So I can show you, show you, show you, show you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The lyrics are nice, but the song was ruined by the singer's horrible voice. Absolutely terrible. The R&amp;B/hip hop-esque double bass beat didn't help either. Oh well, Kat, you know how I feel about the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746680492190832?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746680492190832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746680492190832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746680492190832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746680492190832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/song.html' title='A Song'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746677769340389</id><published>2004-10-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:14:25.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KO!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha. Immediately after the last entry, went to lie down for a while and promptly got knocked out til 6. LOL. And i still haven't done studying, although at the rate Lao Yang and Tian ask me for help with Chem I won't need to study. Heh. You guys can do it! Relax, don't panic and just think it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me to get closer first but like I've said so many times, give me a damn chance first? Like asking someone to jump off a skyscraper. In the middle of the Sahara. &lt;br /&gt;Just one more shot then we can die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore sucks for drummers. It's not the equipment or lack thereof, it's the environment. I can't even drum on the table 'cause my parents are scared the neighbours will complain and sue us or we'll get charged with disturbance of the peace or something. People... loosen up, get a life and let others have one. Singaporeans are so damn uptight and like... on the straight and narrow. The beaten path is so-named because if you're on it, you've already been beaten to it, damn you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans are also in general, very stupid. Channel i news was showing some mass record-breaking event where one particular record involved rolling an orange 1.6km with your nose only. There was this idiot, who was applauded by the crowd for, get this, bloodying his whole nose but 'persevering' regardless. Hello. I know it's very noble and what-not to 'persevere'. But for what? To roll a bloody orange? With your nose? Please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a major inferiority complex. From young, it is drilled into our heads that people are Singapore's only natural resource, we must stay relevant to the global economy or be 'voted off', must work hard, meritocracy blah blah. It's become so ingrained into our culture, Singaporeans are now so desperate to make a name for themselves they'll do utterly ridiculous things to gain fame, including breaking or setting trivial 'records'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why such things count as records as well. The worst have to be those "exploit your genetic defect" type records. From having the stretchiest skin to most bendy elbow or some other shit, people are actually being recognized for these 'noble' achievements. Then there are those transliterated from Chinese, "eat rice already nothing to do", records like balancing a thousand cups on your nose or something. Like... please. Would we ever need to do that in our normal life? Decent records would be about the natural environment, like which animal is the fastest or some sporting achievement, like who can jump the highest. I can even understand which paper plane flies the furthest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slightest achievement by Singaporean is hyped up in the news to no end. Everyone is placed under the greatest pressure to perform not only to unrealistic standards, but consistent and constantly as well. Who needs the future? Singapore IS the future! As long as you believe the future is dominated by partially-sentient, unfeeling robots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it all. It is saddening to see that my fellow Singaporeans have lost sight of what it means to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you exercised your third finger today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746677769340389?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746677769340389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746677769340389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746677769340389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746677769340389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/ko.html' title='KO!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746673328202395</id><published>2004-10-09T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:16:22.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Tape</title><content type='html'>Decided not to do the 2nd Link Bridge run anymore. Apparently, you need to go through immigration. Wtf. So mafan. Then must run with passport some more. I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I haven't done ANY revision for chem. Been playing adventure games the whole day. Best one so far has been Out of Order. Just do a search for it on Google - I'm too lazy to find the url. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'd better start on Chem today. Go through the slack topics first, make myself feel more confident first, heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her. Oh, what the hell, she doesn't read this anyway. Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746673328202395?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746673328202395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746673328202395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746673328202395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746673328202395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/red-tape.html' title='Red Tape'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746669883884578</id><published>2004-10-08T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:17:59.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm</title><content type='html'>Why is it so damn warm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had maths paper today. Thought it was quite okay. Could do almost everything! Yay. My "don't give a f***" policy is still holding up. Heh heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce! Played football immediately after the paper. Under the hot afternoon sun. Realized I am damn bloody rusty. Even my swerving is off. And I lost my tan... =( Damned genetics. Both my parents have to be so darned fair. Girls have it easy, if fair, people say they look pretty, tan then look sporty. Hai. Here I am fussing over my looks. Hur hur. But I'd rather be more like... skilled or proficient or whatever adjective it is in stuff that really matters to me, like running, football, badminton, drumming... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After football, Chin, Cheng Lim, Leonard, BC and Yours Truly went to Orchard to catch a movie. Unfortunately all the movies around that time were either lousy or only had front row seats, so we waited for the 4.45 screening of New Police Story. Haha. Had my *first* Subway sandwich at Lido while waiting. Honey mustard rocks. That must have been what they put in that roast beef sandwich that I had back in Atlanta that I still dream of all the time. Kaoz. America is amazing, even some nameless deli can make the best-tasting roast beef sandwich I have ever eaten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of eating, and genetics, I just can't seem to put on any weight or put on any muscle. Haiyah. I'm doomed to look like an animated skeleton for the rest of my life. WTF. Yeah, you can go on all you want about how the inside is more important than looks, but initial attraction still matters, otherwise what, walk around until some girl with some weird fetish notices me... I don't think so. RARRRGH. And I miss her so much but I don't think the feeling is mutual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bounce. Promos are almost over. Tahan a bit more. Study a bit. Run 2nd Link Bridge on Sunday. Today was quite a good day, long time since I did something with the Fourkers. We were just talking about how I got counselled by Chan for having "low EQ" and how she stereotyped it to me being a GEP. I remember feeling damn angry, but more because she was insulting all my friends without even thinking through her statement. To think she teaches GP. Oh well, Cheng Lim and the rest also mentioned they kena that before... so... haha. At the end of the day, we still understand each other the best. Will it always be us against the world? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn weather. Rain liao should be cool what. Yet I feel so warm. Must be the humidity. Why is it so damn warm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746669883884578?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746669883884578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746669883884578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746669883884578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746669883884578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/warm.html' title='Warm'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746666936720435</id><published>2004-10-07T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:18:45.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Plan</title><content type='html'>Thanks Kat, for talking through the whole thing with me. Must remember to stick to Da Plan. Haha. Hope for the best. If I believed in a God, I'd be praying extra hard now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dream drum kit: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearl/Ludwig: &lt;br /&gt;22" * 16" Bass &lt;br /&gt;12" * 10" Tom &lt;br /&gt;14" * 14" Floor Tom &lt;br /&gt;16" * 16" Floor Tom &lt;br /&gt;14" * 5.5" Snare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi-hats: clear "chick" sound, distinct, defined hissing sound when opening cymbals &lt;br /&gt;Ride: Cutting, loud bell (like a cowbell). Probably heavy &lt;br /&gt;3 Crashes: "Rock", Medium Thin and Dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746666936720435?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746666936720435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746666936720435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746666936720435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746666936720435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/da-plan.html' title='Da Plan'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746663774531693</id><published>2004-10-07T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:20:30.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Just feeling damn frustrated. Argh. What might be and what might have been if. Sigh. This just sucks. Every night I go to sleep at some reasonable time like 12 or so, and I just end up staying awake til 1.30 anyway thinking of her. Don't know if it's the afternoon naps or what... but just can't sleep. Won't she just put me out of this misery. Oh, wait. She doesn't know. Right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Physics was screwed. Ahaha. Omens. Premonitions. Foreboding. Predictions. Signs. All point to the same damn thing. No hope. But I've never been one to put faith in such shit anyway. Left half the MCQ blank, then forgot about it all the way 'til Chan announced "Time's up" then just shaded D for everything in a panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so shitty. Here I am moaning and whining about such inconsequential stuff when everyone else seems to have like... far far far more serious stuff to deal with. I feel so out of place. Personal Problems "arms race" anyone? And it's not like I can help them even though I would really like to. Feel so useless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Kat. I really don't know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746663774531693?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746663774531693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746663774531693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746663774531693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746663774531693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746658092210581</id><published>2004-10-06T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:21:37.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to die</title><content type='html'>If there ever was one, the next 2 days would be pretty much it. Physics. Maths. My two worst subjects. I just got like half the MCQ questions in the Physics past year paper wrong. =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to concentrate on Physics but it's so hard with her on my mind all the time. And she probably doesn't even realize that there's this person somewhere who cares about her this much. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored I think I will talk about my sleep patterns for a while. Yawn. Haha. No, I'm not sleepy. Anyway, seems like nowadays I sleep in the afternoon from about 3 til dinnertime, which is about 7.30. Then I stay awake 'til anywhere from 1 to 2 or later depending on how much work I want to do. Which reminds me, "Work is done when a force moves its point of application in the direction it is being applied." Heh. And then I wake up at 5.25 in the morning. So that's actually close to 8 hours of sleep which is much better (read: double) than what I usually get during normal schooldays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'bout nothin' 'cept Nic, no, 'cause worryin's a waste of my time. Hmm, my mind is always twisting song lyrics around, haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give the letter, or not to, that is the question. And how am I supposed to get closer to someone who I hardly spend any time with? Rawr. And to think Physics is her favourite subject. Ahaha. It's like a bad omen - I hate Physics, she loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746658092210581?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746658092210581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746658092210581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746658092210581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746658092210581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/time-to-die.html' title='Time to die'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746650764959083</id><published>2004-10-05T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:22:12.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos</title><content type='html'>I think I'm the only person who waited 'til Promos *started* before I start blogging about it. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my motto for the promos is to "don't give a fuck." I figure whatever grade they decide to give me, I will just take. If they offer S paper, I will do, if they don't, then so be it. I'll have more of a life then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far promos have been quite OK. I think I fucked up GP by not writing the question number for the essay. Hopefully Chan has some brains and doesn't decide to be a mean piece of shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had Bio today. I can't believe they f-, no, bloody gave another whole structure question based on staring at some blurred photomicrographs that resemble static on the VCR and allocated 10/12 marks to it too. Like... wtf. They did it for the CT, and they did it again for promos. To think that just yesterday, Brady and I were complaining about it. Rest of Bio was quite okay, hopefully they like my answers. Seems like my policy of just reading everything through once and not stressing myself out too much worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite enjoy exam periods actually. If you don't worry about your results, and get over the boredom of actually studying, the exam days are quite good. No stupid lessons, no putting up with teachers, get to 'dismiss' early... great shit. Jane even asked me today, "You like exams arh? You seem happier these few days." Ahaha. I think it's 'cause I get to show off my unmatched ability in "not giving a fuck". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing about today was in the space of 6 hours, I managed to get accosted by 3 people as I traveled to and from school. WTF? Come on, will someone please be kind and tell me if I have a neon sign on my head flashing, "Disturb Me"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning at around 6, this old man approached me and gestured at his wrist. I thought he was asking for the time, so I showed him my watch. He then tried to grab my arm with one hand, and gestured wildly in the direction of the MRT station with the other and shouted some nonsense in my ear. I quickly walked off and never looked back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on my way home after the paper, I was reading the New Paper, waiting for the train at Outram when this middle-aged English-speaking tai tai approached me. I had my earphones on, yet she started talking to me. She then said, with extremely poor pronunciation, something about Planet FC vs. some other unknown side. I didn't realize it was some local friendly match. When I finally found the betting odds in the New Paper, she started asking me who would win and like tried to advice me on how they publish tips in the newspaper about it. Like... wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the walk home, this total stranger stopped me and like tried to borrow money from me. I don't know why I even stopped to take off my earphones and listen in the first place. I think I'm too damned nice already. Grr. My new 'foreign policy' will be to at best, give them a scowl and walk off, and at worst, whack the sense into them. Especially if they try to touch me for any bloody frigging reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Shan't try to dwell too much on it. No papers tomorrow so I'm taking it easy and scanning through my Physics notes leisurely. Hopefully Tian and Lao Yang can forget about today's Bio paper and like focus on Physics and Maths... You guys can do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic says I cheered her up. Yay! It feels quite good to see other people happy, especially people you care about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the following song is dedicated to all you people taking exams out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Givin' Up - The Darkness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mama wants to know &lt;br /&gt;Where I'm spending all my dough &lt;br /&gt;Honey, all she does is nag, nag, nag &lt;br /&gt;But I won't apologize &lt;br /&gt;I'd inject into my eyes &lt;br /&gt;If there was nowhere else to stick my skag &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is brown &lt;br /&gt;And I'm going into town &lt;br /&gt;Shooting up as soon as I'm back &lt;br /&gt;My friends have got some good shit &lt;br /&gt;All I want is some of it &lt;br /&gt;Gimme, gimme, gimme that smack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I've ruined nearly all of my veins &lt;br /&gt;Sticking that fucking shit into my arms &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting off my face &lt;br /&gt;There's a dragon I must chase &lt;br /&gt;Honey, I'm the scourge of all mankind &lt;br /&gt;And everyone but me &lt;br /&gt;Is destined just to be &lt;br /&gt;Slaves to the remorseless grind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found myself an easy way out &lt;br /&gt;Sticking that fucking shit into my arms &lt;br /&gt;Into my arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh &lt;br /&gt;Givin' up, givin' up givin' a fuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a song about drug abuse. But it's the chorus that matters! My new life motto. Haha. Okay... nevermind. Drugs are bad, say no to drugs, kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746650764959083?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746650764959083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746650764959083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746650764959083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746650764959083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/promos.html' title='Promos'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746640909626205</id><published>2004-10-05T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:22:39.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Update</title><content type='html'>Terry Fox Run was unexpectedly short, think they cut off part of the route or something, finished in 28+, felt more like 6k then 8k. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army Half-Marathon was super fun. Ran with BC and my cousin. BC ended up running with his bag which had his wallet/handphone/shirt/coupons 'cause he foolishly forgot to leave it in the car. Haha. Anyway I finished with a time of 2.04.12! Yay. Actually could have been better last 5k I really really really slacked off. BC finished about 10/15 mins after? My cousin too. I shall go for the Standard Chartered Marathon at the end of the year and run the half again, this time I will aim to break 1.50! With like proper training after promos, I think I can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746640909626205?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746640909626205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746640909626205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746640909626205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746640909626205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/10/run-update.html' title='Run Update'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746636135172993</id><published>2004-09-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:23:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! This Sun is NOT the Sheares' Bridge half-marathon, it's the far more relaxing 8k Terry Fox Run. Heng arh. The half-marathon is *next* Sun. Phew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've updated my complete list of mp3s. The link to it's on the left - "Tracklist".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746636135172993?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746636135172993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746636135172993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746636135172993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746636135172993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/09/save.html' title='Save!'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746631682313321</id><published>2004-09-09T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:24:04.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Birthday"</title><content type='html'>I'm coming up, I'm rising from the flames &lt;br /&gt;I've been reborn with fire in my veins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Shona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746631682313321?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746631682313321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746631682313321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746631682313321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746631682313321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-birthday.html' title='My &quot;Birthday&quot;'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8667425.post-109746626560023521</id><published>2004-09-08T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:24:36.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Update</title><content type='html'>About 2 weeks after it hits everyone, the idea that the promos are quite close is starting to penetrate my skull. This delay should be quite unsurprising to those who know me, since they should know my skull is thicker than a castle wall (which in most cases, is at least 5 feet thick). After infiltrating past this most solid of defences, the promos have to fight with my constant preoccupation with certain important people in my life, who probably don't realize what an important and vital role they play in keeping the promos out of my already heavily burdened mind. Happily, the battle of hearts and minds has clearly swung in favour of my slacker side, which, most worryingly for my parents, doesn't give a damn about the promos... yet. Running, playing badminton and other such domestic issues continue to remain a piority in light of the upcoming elections. Both sides, Head and Heart, continue to remain locked in a statistical dead heat. The only relief for either side was the short chat with a most important person in my life. Much work remains to be done however. As of the present, no revision has been done, and both PW and SRP remain pressing issues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8667425-109746626560023521?l=duplicitas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/feeds/109746626560023521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8667425&amp;postID=109746626560023521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746626560023521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8667425/posts/default/109746626560023521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://duplicitas.blogspot.com/2004/09/holiday-update.html' title='Holiday Update'/><author><name>kenneth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01366958968761587682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://imagehost.biz/ims/pictes/6082.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
