<?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-2244000277894687325</id><updated>2012-02-05T19:35:35.932+08:00</updated><category term='Anime and Dramas'/><category term='Joke of the day'/><category term='Gaming'/><category term='Bitching'/><category term='The World of Two Wheels'/><category term='Speedcubing'/><category term='You just got owned'/><category term='Quote of the day'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>J. Just me, nothing more</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2595909183920655135</id><published>2012-01-28T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:01:57.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>1 x 8 + 1 = 9&lt;br /&gt;12 x 8 + 2 = 98&lt;br /&gt;123 x 8 + 3 = 987&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 9 + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt;12 x 9 + 3 = 111&lt;br /&gt;123 x 9 + 4 = 1111&lt;br /&gt;1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111&lt;br /&gt;12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111&lt;br /&gt;123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111&lt;br /&gt;1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111&lt;br /&gt;12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111&lt;br /&gt;123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 x 9 + 7 = 88&lt;br /&gt;98 x 9 + 6 = 888&lt;br /&gt;987 x 9 + 5 = 8888&lt;br /&gt;9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888&lt;br /&gt;98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888&lt;br /&gt;987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888&lt;br /&gt;9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888&lt;br /&gt;98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this symmetry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 x 1 = 1&lt;br /&gt;11 x 11 = 121&lt;br /&gt;111 x 111 = 12321&lt;br /&gt;1111 x 1111 = 1234321&lt;br /&gt;11111 x 11111 = 123454321&lt;br /&gt;111111 x 111111 = 12345654321&lt;br /&gt;1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321&lt;br /&gt;11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321&lt;br /&gt;111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, take a look at this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Equals 100%?&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have all been in situations where someone wants you to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE OVER 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about ACHIEVING 101%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What equals 100% in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a little mathematical formula that might help&lt;br /&gt;answer these questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is represented as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5 = 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, Attitude will&lt;br /&gt;get you there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2595909183920655135?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2595909183920655135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2012/01/attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2595909183920655135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Klaus: "You'll have to adjust your perception of time when you become a vampire, Caroline. Celebrate the fact that you are no longer bound by trivial human conventions. You're free."&lt;br /&gt; Caroline: "No ... I'm dying."&lt;br /&gt; Klaus: "And I could let you die. If that's what you want. If you really believe your existence has no meaning. I've thought about it myself once or twice over the centuries, truth be told&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;. But I'll let you in on a little secret. There's a whole world out there waiting for you. Great cities, and art, and music ... genuine beauty. And you can have all of it. You can have a thousand more birthdays. All you have to do is ask."&lt;br /&gt; Caroline: "I don't want to die."&lt;br /&gt; Klaus: "There you go, sweetheart. Have at it. Happy birthday, Caroline."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-7384419599668483907?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7384419599668483907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2012/01/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7384419599668483907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7384419599668483907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2012/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8777535892779221860</id><published>2011-10-30T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:23:13.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World of Two Wheels'/><title type='text'>Grease Lightning!</title><content type='html'>Well, no, I did not re-watch Grease, not yet anyway. I'm talking about actual grease, the icky goey stuff that lubricates and keeps seals tight. On with the entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS came over today, our original plan was to have a short ride at ECP on rented road bikes(!!!), but due to my little over-perception, I noticed that my travel was set at 80mm(or even less!), because the exposed stanchion on my fork was 8-9cm, meaning there's no way it was a 100mm fork. I used a rubber band yesterday and only got 6+cm of travel out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the middle of the night, I changed the suggestion to a quick look at Rodalink Upper East Coast for Polygon bikes, and proceed to my place to experiment with my fork's internals before helping with my studies. And he agreed! Lovely &amp;lt;3 CS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a shock pump at Rodalink ($54 knnccbwtfbbqomg!!), looked a little at bikes, then went home. Oh got my imba durian smoothie also ;) We used a guide I found the night before on changing the travel on a SR Suntour Epicon(almost identical specs to my Spinner Reason) as a rough guide to opening up the chassis and accessing the internal mechanisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, there was a &lt;i&gt;slight&lt;/i&gt; difference in the air spring system, but after various trial and errors, we found that the travel was controlled by 2 rubber spacers/stoppers of different size, one twice the size of the other. My deduction is that having both spacers in gave 80mm travel, removing the smaller one gave 100mm travel, and removing the bigger one(keep the smaller one tho, not remove both) gave 120mm travel. Could probably set this to 140mm if we found a rubber spacer of an extremely negligible height and replaced both spacers with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the experience was good, having taken the damn thing apart at least 4-5 times in the process to experiment. Only drawback now is having to get my headset bearings checked out by a mechanic(wheel steering seems extremely stiff now), and pretend that this rough crap feeling was not by us taking apart half the bike. On top of that, I'll have to do a few test rounds of decently hard riding to see if there's any air leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike feels much more 'suspension-y' now, from what I could tell riding 10-20 metres on my corridor, and by pushing down on the handlebars while stationary. I'll look YET AGAIN into my rebound and air pressure settings after I get my steering looked at. This will be really interesting :) The way I ride and how the bike feels is going to be significantly impacted, and I can see my riding style changing soon! For the better or worse I don't know, but I'll have to adapt to this height and angle fast to see any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a clearer picture, I'll use my next Ubin trip and comparing the lap times on that to see how much it really affected the riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and good night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8777535892779221860?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8777535892779221860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/grease-lightning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8777535892779221860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8777535892779221860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/grease-lightning.html' title='Grease Lightning!'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5930798411378894541</id><published>2011-10-09T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:14:19.102+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World of Two Wheels'/><title type='text'>Impossible? Not really</title><content type='html'>Made my way back to Ubin today, with the 2 most decent cyclist bros I know(but offroad Virgins la). Met up 9.20ish at Changi Point with Kholid and CS and took a boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTCDATygA6o/TpGQbrvtTQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/1dwDTl2YnXo/s1600/IMAG0394.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTCDATygA6o/TpGQbrvtTQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/1dwDTl2YnXo/s320/IMAG0394.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ferry Terminal&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Phc2hqzhVD0/TpGQizacQ2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/5ZE5OsF1YUU/s1600/IMAG0395.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Phc2hqzhVD0/TpGQizacQ2I/AAAAAAAAAX0/5ZE5OsF1YUU/s320/IMAG0395.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us on the boat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvhfjSxeMAs/TpGQvfpbIhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/anOwhlCPqug/s1600/IMAG0396.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gvhfjSxeMAs/TpGQvfpbIhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/anOwhlCPqug/s320/IMAG0396.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby Ashley taking the front seat :) (Yes I named my bike Ashley)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVzD4I07EC4/TpGQ1yXnX3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/KuPKOHEvl0U/s1600/IMAG0397.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SVzD4I07EC4/TpGQ1yXnX3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/KuPKOHEvl0U/s320/IMAG0397.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sea breeze&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-neC96bX6rjk/TpGQ8GklQHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OxJsIwOICR4/s1600/IMAG0398.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-neC96bX6rjk/TpGQ8GklQHI/AAAAAAAAAYA/OxJsIwOICR4/s320/IMAG0398.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pulau Ubin Jetty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0ZR5hjg5jQ/TpGRDM8RcjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dIi3-NS1kt4/s1600/IMAG0399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B0ZR5hjg5jQ/TpGRDM8RcjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/dIi3-NS1kt4/s320/IMAG0399.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The land of 2 wheels await us &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took a while to pick their poison. Understandable as all parts have to be in working condition for off-roading. Any shortfall can and will lead to serious injury. Especially since this is not exactly an easy trail for beginners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both ended up with Polygon full suspension bikes(with disc brakes! MUST MUST MUST). Kholid was doing his usual 'drifting', although it's more of a power slide. CS was well, CS; tame and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHi6S7Nafac/TpGRO9CTxVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_VOho47sdso/s1600/IMAG0400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AHi6S7Nafac/TpGRO9CTxVI/AAAAAAAAAYI/_VOho47sdso/s320/IMAG0400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice view. And Kholid with his proclaimed 'My new Polygon'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way up, some joker *AHEM* tried to do a bunny hop with the help of a road hump, and fell off his bike due to a bad landing. Try harder next time bro ;) Once the road started being filled with tiny rocks, the mood started to kick in, and adrenaline was pumping in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a wrong turn, but eventually found our way to something resembling more like a trail. Plain grass patch with a straight(or winding) 20-30cm patch of brown cutting through. This is where the difference in riders' experience and bicycle components came into play. Having my little half-fucked off road experiences, and some coaching from the folks at SMBF a couple weeks back, and the fact that my granny gear is much bigger than theirs', they were quickly out of sight. On top, I had to wait a few moments before I saw the 2 jokers pushing their bike up the little off road incline. If they thought that was hard, what's about to come later would be total madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdFJGdDVobs/TpGRVd5-4cI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zGIfjepyte0/s1600/IMAG0401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdFJGdDVobs/TpGRVd5-4cI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zGIfjepyte0/s320/IMAG0401.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even better view from the viewing point on top&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EX-inxlivK0/TpGRcEDhN0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Tqs5Zgtep3g/s1600/IMAG0402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EX-inxlivK0/TpGRcEDhN0I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Tqs5Zgtep3g/s320/IMAG0402.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pumped and ready to go&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Dropped my tire pressure to 30:28 before the ride, and I must say it felt a heck lot better than the last time. In fact, it gripped better in the wet and muddy conditions this week as compared to the totally dry run previously, in which I ran at much higher pressures. Probably keep this, or try a 28:26 ratio like the guy from L&amp;amp;T suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0_13kjNT_w/TpGRpl4jNTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/luPjInxkAv0/s1600/IMAG0403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0_13kjNT_w/TpGRpl4jNTI/AAAAAAAAAYU/luPjInxkAv0/s320/IMAG0403.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beyond that is something only the brave ventures into&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was, in my opinion, a real eye opener for the 3 of us. A first time riding in a trail for Kho and CS(Sorry your first time had to be harder than it should due to wet weather D:), and my first time riding in wet and muddy trail conditions. My favorite muscleman as usual made the ride an interesting one. Right at the first obstacle(shown above), a Black Diamond obstacle(to the left of the giant boulder; the Double Black Diamond known as 'Overshot'), he got more than what he came here for. Pushing the bike through a decently tight opening between 2 rocks, followed by a small drop, he mounted the bike and tried to ride down the rest of it. But lo' and behold, he knocked his family jewels on his bike saddle. Ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 5-10 minutes in, he was up to his tricks again. This time going down a small slope without braking, attempting to do some last minute braking and stop in style right behind my bike. Guess what? Speed too high + bad angle + too much front brake use = disaster. He flew over his handlebars and did a somersault. Thankfully it was flat ground, if there were rocks or a slope down, or worse still, a combination of both, it would be the end of the trip then and there. NEVER WEAR HELMET SUMORE, VERY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the ride was uneventful, by the second half of the trail I saw a vast improvement in both of their riding. Crazy sexy bikes from the likes of Santa Cruz, Specialized, and Cannondale went pass us(I think they weren't that fast tho *showoff*). After lots of crazy panting, pushing, and ball squeezing exciting downhills, we finally reached the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked if they were up for round 2, they both seemed to be severely against it. Haha, Kho the monster and CS the sporting person both couldn't take another round of this madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-7Nln2MFzw/TpGRzBy3IzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ESIVwqJV5Eo/s1600/IMAG0404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-7Nln2MFzw/TpGRzBy3IzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ESIVwqJV5Eo/s320/IMAG0404.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;New 'design' after 1 round. Nice right!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ0dEIWV-xI/TpGSJYGfQzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7RJFcs0UcL8/s1600/IMAG0408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Stopped at the auntie's lorry for a short drink, before heading back to the jetty for some lunch. All 3 ordered the same dish, which was served in quite a nice serving size, and tasted pretty delicious. Either that, or it was just because we were dead beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_r_4qF_LHM/TpGR5e6lbfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QVPjMRM4J7U/s1600/IMAG0405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r_r_4qF_LHM/TpGR5e6lbfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QVPjMRM4J7U/s320/IMAG0405.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Handsome seh,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ0dEIWV-xI/TpGSJYGfQzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7RJFcs0UcL8/s1600/IMAG0408.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ0dEIWV-xI/TpGSJYGfQzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7RJFcs0UcL8/s320/IMAG0408.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seafood Fried Rice!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIcRsA_BQl0/TpGSFRCcfXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6s5fucAXblk/s1600/IMAG0407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIcRsA_BQl0/TpGSFRCcfXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/6s5fucAXblk/s320/IMAG0407.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look bad here&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dueigwBtbJs/TpGR_dVFZrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FnwCtaJy8b4/s1600/IMAG0406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dueigwBtbJs/TpGR_dVFZrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FnwCtaJy8b4/s320/IMAG0406.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;^^v&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kho left shortly after, while me and CS went at it again. He was still bent against going for round 2, so I suggested he rest and wait while I solo it. Was also curious how well I'd fare solo, with nobody to wait for, and nobody to pace me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLl4-NP4HY0/TpGSQIGg3YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UbczIWnpQnQ/s1600/IMAG0409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bLl4-NP4HY0/TpGSQIGg3YI/AAAAAAAAAYs/UbczIWnpQnQ/s320/IMAG0409.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back on top. This place is like our home on Ubin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu8yFtRKkkU/TpGSduqEF7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/HMyikfNbeeU/s1600/IMAG0410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu8yFtRKkkU/TpGSduqEF7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/HMyikfNbeeU/s320/IMAG0410.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like a true MTB here. Before my solo debut&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6B1XesIGmk/TpGSmyDkJHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NT3yw5uNBx0/s1600/IMAG0411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n6B1XesIGmk/TpGSmyDkJHI/AAAAAAAAAY0/NT3yw5uNBx0/s320/IMAG0411.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;More splendid view&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-FBMwg4HIk/TpGSuSy6bwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-EgsNOtSbgA/s1600/IMAG0413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-FBMwg4HIk/TpGSuSy6bwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/-EgsNOtSbgA/s320/IMAG0413.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bright&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went a lot better than expected, completed the trail(wet and muddy mind you) in 31:33!. Not bad for newbie eh? Cleared the double consecutive uphill switchbacks, and the China Bowl black diamond without dismounting! So proud of myself :) Credits to Alex, Robin, and Fiona for imparting their knowledge to me. Especially Fiona. All inspirational people, hope to ride with them again on this trail. My shifus and shimu ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzjRCl6dU-E/TpGS8acgrxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9piox-BDJc8/s1600/IMAG0414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzjRCl6dU-E/TpGS8acgrxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/9piox-BDJc8/s320/IMAG0414.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even more mud after round 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPOgvrGt5uE/TpGTIgnmDsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zWfMILQFb1Y/s1600/IMAG0415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fPOgvrGt5uE/TpGTIgnmDsI/AAAAAAAAAZA/zWfMILQFb1Y/s320/IMAG0415.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the amount of shit I gotta clean up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Met up with CS and took a short rest at auntie's, and listened to her blabber on about how good Ang Mohs were and some fat girl she saw earlier wearing a huge dress to ride and how it was flapping all over. Eww. Went to the toilet and washed up with some disgusting tea colored non-portable water before heading back to call it a day. Didn't have a choice, there was simply too much shit on my bike D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTk6Eqmrm_0/TpGTW_9XQbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xqGc3lEGzrE/s1600/IMAG0417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tTk6Eqmrm_0/TpGTW_9XQbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/xqGc3lEGzrE/s320/IMAG0417.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;People near the jetty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Um8eKu3zjM/TpGTQza5mQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Z4QVEAtWIPs/s1600/IMAG0416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Um8eKu3zjM/TpGTQza5mQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Z4QVEAtWIPs/s320/IMAG0416.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Homebound T_T Will miss Ubin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parted with CS when we got to Changi V, I was kind of in a rush to make it back to Tampines MTB Park before 6, when it closes. Not because I was crazy for more, but because there was a washing point there for bicycles. Hosed Ashley up good before heading back. Apparently CS saw me at Tampines Library as I was heading back ooooh. I'm faster than public transport LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bdFJGdDVobs/TpGRVd5-4cI/AAAAAAAAAYM/zGIfjepyte0/s1600/IMAG0401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shall count today's trip as an 'Off Road Orientation'. Next time, my expectations will be slightly higher. The skills they learned today, and the confidence they built up, will be a huge advantage the next time if newbies come along. Must at least show the new guys the power of experience ya know? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5930798411378894541?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5930798411378894541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/impossible-not-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5930798411378894541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5930798411378894541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/impossible-not-really.html' title='Impossible? Not really'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JTCDATygA6o/TpGQbrvtTQI/AAAAAAAAAXw/1dwDTl2YnXo/s72-c/IMAG0394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3598515960389413066</id><published>2011-10-08T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:18:16.820+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World of Two Wheels'/><title type='text'>Ready to Roll</title><content type='html'>The final item needed for me to be self sufficient in the trails has been acquired! Now I have tools, tyre levers(and patches), spare tube, and finally, my PORTABLE PUMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing is a little oversized for my liking, but still an amazing device. It's literally a transformer! Haha, from a not-so-small 30cm(I think?) metal rod it can transform into a fully functional pump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIgXG2fuqk0/To_2RTtVITI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xJ6yY3zO_Zg/s1600/IMAG0391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIgXG2fuqk0/To_2RTtVITI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xJ6yY3zO_Zg/s320/IMAG0391.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fully Closed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWJKHlrif0w/To_uCFXptxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lCBn1peQkpA/s1600/IMAG0392.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IWJKHlrif0w/To_uCFXptxI/AAAAAAAAAXk/lCBn1peQkpA/s320/IMAG0392.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Opened Up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2E9CQTHTZ8A/To_uMHuCq6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/2jVtv_FAFo0/s1600/IMAG0393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2E9CQTHTZ8A/To_uMHuCq6I/AAAAAAAAAXo/2jVtv_FAFo0/s320/IMAG0393.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pressure Gauge&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chio right? Pressure gauge not needed actually, only for imba mtb riders with specific tyre pressures for specific trails or road usage.Or road riders which require extreme high pressures(100++psi) in their tires to prevent punctures. But I'm going to be great at Mountain Biking, one way or another, so I got this ^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&amp;amp;T recommended I put 28psi front 26psi back for trail usage based on my below 50kg weight. Shall see if it's any good over the next few rides I do. Was thinking 30:28, the minimum pressure for my tyres is 30psi, so at least the front half is 'safe'. Kiasu mah what to do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And also went over to my favorite mechanic Uncle Sabestian to borrow his fork pump and DIY my own pressure settings. From the initial 70psi, I released 15psi and saw a huge difference in how soft it felt. But I wanted more and dropped it further, to the bare minumum: 50psi. But must kiasu abit, leave some buffer in case of gauge inaccuracy, so the final pressure ended up 52psi :) Tweaked a little rebound settings(NABEI LIKE NO DIFFERENCE LOR, TURN FOR SHIOK ONLY. Maybe I'm too light hmm) and now my bike is super trail ready ;) Just need my hydration pack now. And maybe some wellgo platforms since my current cage ones are dented out of shape :/ Picked platforms coz' they're more comfortable for road use(and if wearing slippers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Ubin tomorrow, cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3598515960389413066?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3598515960389413066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/ready-to-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3598515960389413066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3598515960389413066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/ready-to-roll.html' title='Ready to Roll'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rIgXG2fuqk0/To_2RTtVITI/AAAAAAAAAXs/xJ6yY3zO_Zg/s72-c/IMAG0391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8568739521803083027</id><published>2011-10-02T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:32:57.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World of Two Wheels'/><title type='text'>Fine Tuning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKyCFaQN3zo/Toh0GDElK1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/jrJK56tRia4/s1600/P1020363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKyCFaQN3zo/Toh0GDElK1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/jrJK56tRia4/s400/P1020363.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never noticed how badly my bike was set up for riding. No I don't mean having good components, I mean the actual set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brake levers and shifter positions are all wrong, it's nowhere close to optimal for 1 finger braking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air fork pressure is at a wrong PSI, I need it at 50-55, not 70. That 15 psi difference is HUGE; it's for people 20 kgs higher, totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebound setup. I didn't even know that the little white thing at the BASE OF THE FORK can be turned to adjust rebound. Shall set that up after changing my PSI.(getting the fork pump comes to mind, Can adjust back and forth before every trip for best pressure. IE 60+ psi if road use, 50ish psi for off roading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. These are the final things I will need before soloing ubin by myself after the basic tune ups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hydration Pack. Yes, the bag with the tube sticking out you can drink from. I used to think it was stupid, but heck no. It's even more retarded to bring a 1.5l bottle in your bag and refill your little puny 750ml bottle in your bottle cage every hour. Not to mention it's more hygienic, less chance of dirt getting into your nozzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Portable Pump: Aha. Yes, to change punctured tubes on the go. Off-Roading gives a ridiculously high risk of punctures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fork Pump(?): Haven't decided if I want this yet. Maybe I'll just set my fork at 50 psi and forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Platform Pedals: THIS ONE IS A MUST OMG. My $21 alloy cage ones got bent out of shape just by hitting a fucking rock wth. I want strong ones that can take real hits. Not going clipless coz I don't think it's going to be safe for roads hmm :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tools(?): Not sure if I want a small all-in-one toolkit or my allen keys+multitool(BULKY!):) Probably get one of those la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Riding Glasses: Nabei, many a time I've had some weird shit in my eye, and I don't like it. Shall scout for a cheapo one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SLX Drivetrain: This I shall wait till CNY next year to decide. Alivio is okay for now, I don' t "NEED" SLX, but of course since I'm going to take my mountain biking seriously might as well right? Was thinking of XT shifters, but read that the only difference is the click feel, performance wise it's the same =.=||!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get all these for under $200 or $250 la. Excluding the SLX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pumped up for Nov 11 2011, the big Malaysia ride. Plans are still being drafted, will release details on it soon :) Encik Sidek is sending out all 3 of his Kings, one for himself, 2 for lending out. XTR SIOL! But I shall be the best of the pack I hope, with my hydration pack, having the tools for any breakdown, and being a more experienced rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I shall own a black or white Santa Cruz \Superlight. Someday.. (and Yamaha R15. SO SMALL SO CUTEEE!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8568739521803083027?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8568739521803083027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/fine-tuning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8568739521803083027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8568739521803083027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/10/fine-tuning.html' title='Fine Tuning'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKyCFaQN3zo/Toh0GDElK1I/AAAAAAAAAXg/jrJK56tRia4/s72-c/P1020363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-7492575401227662746</id><published>2011-09-25T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:13:11.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World of Two Wheels'/><title type='text'>It's the climb</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd share what I've learnt recently about trail biking. I think it was a really good orientation ride(tho it was definitely not beginner friendly I tell you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;USE THE GRANNY GEARS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's right, the extreme smallest gears you never thought you'd ever need to use. For you folks who never been off road, you'd think it's retarded and too ridiculously light. Trust me, it's a fucking lifesaver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BODY POSITIONING MATTERS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When climbing, try to have your shoulders above the handlebars. In that position it's much easier to power through the upslope and yet maintain balance. For downhill don't lean too far forward unless you really want to know how it feels to be superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;RELAX YOUR GRIP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a time, on downhill stretches I found myself gripping the handlebars too tightly because of how scary it was. Yes, going downhill at barely above 10km/h scares me. After a while I notice that gripping it lightly doesn't make a difference in the handling. I'm still struggling to force myself to relax, and hopefully I'll master it sooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BRAKES ON STANDBY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On downhill stretches there's no need to brake too much, your natural human instincts will take over the control of the bike, have faith that you won't fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DON'T THINK YOU'RE BIKE WILL COME OUT THE SAME CONDITION&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face it, you bought a MOUNTAIN BIKE. it's purpose is for the trails. And it's inevitable that there will be dirt, scratches, and possibly dents on it when you come out. If you're a faggot loser who doesn't plan to trail with your MTB, get something from Giant hypermarket instead. Those proclaimed 'mountain bikes' really can't take a hit. a couple 1-2 footer drops and hitting a couple tree roots on downhills will probably bust the internals of the suspension. If your MTB has no battle scars, it's not a MTB, it just a piece of metal(or carbon) that says you're a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHIFT EARLY&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see an upslope, just slam your gear down as low as you can. Even of you can't see the extent of the slope due to a blind corner. Going up on a lower gear is better than having to dismount later, or finding that you can't shift in time later to meet the power requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DON'T GEH KIANG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially rock gardens and single/double black diamonds. If you see the sign, do dismount and walk over to take a look before going through. It's more malu to fall and/or damage your bike on it than to realize early you can't take it and go through it another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;IT'S ALL ABOUT THE BALLS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or for you ladies, the guts. From what I've seen, Single black diamond is mostly about your balls. They're easy to go through, it's just daring to do it. They look intimidating but really aren't that bad. It's the double black diamonds that are both scary and require technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ALWAYS PREPARE FOR THE WORSE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stress this enough, you can fall, anytime, anywhere, anyplace. Bare minimum are gloves and helmet. Knee and elbow guards are recommended too. Not necessarily the thick armored ones, just some light padding like a knee support will do to save you from abrasions. Spare tubes, pump, tools, extra water(!!!IMPORTANT!!!) are a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;GO WITH PEOPLE WHO KNOW THEIR STUFF&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case of emergency, they can help, or guide you to help improve. After all, the mountain biking community is VERY friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DON'T UPGRADE UNLESS YOU NEED IT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured this out after a while, I was stubborn but now I see it. I don't need to change to some super light handlebars or imba carbon wheels. I don't even need XTR or even SLX. I did however, need that new fork which I just bought. all those bumps take a serious toll on your wrists, especially if your wrists, like mine, were once injured. The MOST IMPORTANT thing to upgrade is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, your stamina, your balance, your power, your skill. Trust me buying a $5k frame and shoving the highest forks and XTR stuff on it will have near ZERO effect on how you ride if you're weak. If anything, it'll make you look like a bloody retard. I was totally woken up when I saw Alex's bike, it was a FULL RIGID bike, of a brand I've never even seen or heard of. It didn't even impress me one bit when I saw it. But true to what everyone says, it's the rider not the bike. Same for Robin's bike, another full rigid.(BUT SRAM X0 SEH, DIDN'T SEE ALEX'S ONE THO). Thin frame that resembles those uncle's market bike, But when riden by a lao jiao, freaking amazing. *salute*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-7492575401227662746?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7492575401227662746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7492575401227662746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7492575401227662746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-climb.html' title='It&apos;s the climb'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-7796622013203294913</id><published>2011-09-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:43:09.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World of Two Wheels'/><title type='text'>Lost Virginity</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fq3H_gYMn_4/Tn3wbiPfNKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q4eNmE4kGtk/s1600/IMAG0375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fq3H_gYMn_4/Tn3wbiPfNKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q4eNmE4kGtk/s400/IMAG0375.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kok Leong's Mongoose, my baobei Scott, &amp;amp; Fiona's Jamis&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't jump to conclusions just yet, it's not what you're probably thinking right now. Today was the first time I rode on an actual trail. Yes, I do not consider Tampines Mountain Bike Trail as an actual trail.. This is an actual one that winds and goes through the jungles. Exceptionally breathtaking! It's like meeting Silver Ang in real life haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View was awesome(sorry forgot to take pics! D:), and I met up for the first time with new friends. Alex, Kok Leong, Victor Robin, and his wife Fiona. Freaking inspirational people la! Learnt some new stuff, like how to negotiate really long steep climbs without losing momentum and balance, and that I don't really need to upgrade my drivetrain just yet! Alex also commented that my new Spinner Reason fork was a reasonable fork. Well, that's good enough for me la, if lao jiao say reasonable means got some standard right? Oh and Victor's Yeti was a damn fucking sexy looking bike, but sadly he had to go back not even half hour in due to a real deraileur problem :( Dammit la T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tried a KL's full suspension Mongoose. didn't really perform like how I expected for a $1500 bike :/ I couldn't feel the difference between his SLX and my Alivio drivetrain apart from maybe better chain tension(which I like, coz Alivio is darned noisy when going downhill). And it was darned heavy! But still an awesome bike tho! 120mm travel Tora looked pro whenever it compressed, sexy stuff. Basically I've decided not to get a full sus, a hardtail would enable me to focus more on my skill, which ultimately is the most important thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During some rests, I was watching some other bikers descend down slopes, and the way I saw their suspension compress, LIKE CHIO ONLY LA! Wish someone could video me descending, just to see if my suspension and riding looks as pro an ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, it was a crazy good 2h++ of off roading, learned a considerable bit from the guys, and Fiona! Wow she's really good, her stamina on a bike just destroys mine, and more amazing skillls too! Learned the most from her, since the lao jiao pros were pretty much far ahead, and she's the one waiting and coaching me and the other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what they say, Scott bikes are light.. Ooooh *ego boost*. But 13.9kg, like not light leh T_T Okay la console myself, my weight+bike's weight is less than their body weight alone haha *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for this entry, haven't blogged in like ages, might start blowing the dust off this place sometime if I feel like it. Till then, adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-7796622013203294913?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7796622013203294913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-virginity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7796622013203294913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7796622013203294913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-virginity.html' title='Lost Virginity'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fq3H_gYMn_4/Tn3wbiPfNKI/AAAAAAAAAXc/q4eNmE4kGtk/s72-c/IMAG0375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4568329966884599258</id><published>2011-09-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T20:43:03.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess</title><content type='html'>You really think you're a perfect princess don't you? Everything and everyone must be perfect or at the very least, amazing to be around you, the only exception being yourself. You have a couple guys liking you and hey, suddenly you get big headed. Oh I can't stand being with you, you're not good enough, I have guys that like me! Do you honestly think that if, or when you find this perfect prince charming, he'd want to be with you? If he exists, he's probably attached since he's that wonderful, or that you're not good enough for him. Or that there's something imperfect him that you don't like and decide he's not good enough either. Wake up, the chance of those little loser guys being with you, is pretty much the same of you being with mr knight in shining armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're quite a spoilt brat I must say. I might be wrong but I believe you didn't pay for your own driving lessons, or your little laptop. While I see people all around saving up money to get stuff, you have them spoon fed to you. You can't doll up to look amazing without help even if your life depended on it and have a slightly odd fashion sense. Heck, you can't even get into the school you wanted even after working your ass off for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you in my life *kick*, I don't want you *throw*. Feels good doesn't it? Putting others down like that. Reading your blog recently makes me sad, sad for you; because you're indeed a female version of me. Yes it feels good, to bend everything to your will at the expense of their feelings, just so you can feel perfect. I know, I do it all the time. We're both secretly attention seekers that fail at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell I see in you, I can't just stop liking you even if I wanted, not that I have any plans to change my relationship status for now. If you're reading this, why? Why the hell did you come into my blog when I'm not worthy of being even a tiny little part of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gut feeling you'll end up with a foreigner that knows how to talk his way through everything, with some sick fetish for asians. That, or being married to a guy with regrets, or even remain an old &lt;strike&gt;maid&lt;/strike&gt; princess. If I'm wrong, I'll be genuinely happy for you, but if I'm right, I can't say I'm surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, not trying to be offensive, just throwing it out there, you're direct and cold with words, they pierce like poisoned arrows. But newsflash, so do mine, and it's about time I stopped protecting you from the ugly truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind vs Heart. Heart says I like you, and I can see myself pulling miracles out of thin air to make things work amazingly. But Mind says you're not even worth my time, no matter how pathetic I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4568329966884599258?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4568329966884599258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/09/princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4568329966884599258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4568329966884599258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/09/princess.html' title='Princess'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8217189499802216972</id><published>2011-09-04T02:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T20:09:38.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The World of Two Wheels'/><title type='text'>Two wheels and fat tires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KJlbhE3f9A/TmJt3klN0ZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WKyfRBmaZlA/s1600/IMAG0342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KJlbhE3f9A/TmJt3klN0ZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WKyfRBmaZlA/s400/IMAG0342.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get away from all this, and all that. Away from what's civil, and into the world I've recently gotten back into. Two wheels and fat tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a bit of shit going on in my head recently, and the easiest way to drown myself is not alcohol; I'm better than that. It's just flying through everything on my bike. Be it bus stops, Orchard Road, a singletrack trail through trees in nowhere, going through all this takes all the stress and pain away. I've got 50 days to my exams, and frankly I've neither the mood nor motivation to open books and dive into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently rode 40km across Singapore. It was an experience not many have had the pleasure of experiencing, and I'm glad I tried it. I climbed sloping patches of grass higher than a flight of stairs at a 45 degree angle, jumped off pavements in bursts of speed, weaved through Orchard Road. Yes, many a time I've come closed to traffic accidents, but avoiding them says something; I'm not ready to die yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is what makes me, what makes me better than the rest. I dare, and I accomplish. Humans are stupid creatures, they're always in their own world, one where they are Kings and Queens, nobody tries to venture out. I said I wanted to cycle to camp, everyone looked at me strange and doubted me; but I did it without much effort. I dropped out of school, but yet I make people look like total idiots all the time. I do stupid things, but that, believe it or not, is what makes people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I hope not to have to rely on my bike to take my mind of things. I'll find a wonderful girl whom I can share everything with, the comfort in knowing that I have her will be enough to get me through my lowest points.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8217189499802216972?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8217189499802216972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-wheels-and-fat-tires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8217189499802216972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8217189499802216972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/09/two-wheels-and-fat-tires.html' title='Two wheels and fat tires'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_KJlbhE3f9A/TmJt3klN0ZI/AAAAAAAAAWs/WKyfRBmaZlA/s72-c/IMAG0342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6971308509544143684</id><published>2011-08-28T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:25:36.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 28 August '11</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6971308509544143684?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6971308509544143684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/08/quote-of-day-28-august-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6971308509544143684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6971308509544143684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/08/quote-of-day-28-august-11.html' title='Quote of the day - 28 August &apos;11'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-9187061526198368526</id><published>2011-08-27T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T21:06:46.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix it</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;..life is god damn short and you can't waste a minute of it... If there's even a chance that she could be it, you'll fix it&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible to fix everything with a girl that won't even think twice before shattering me into a million pieces? With that, this other line from the movie 'Friends with Benefits' just speaks to me. I can totally relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Look, I can live without ever having sex with you (again); it'll be really hard. Hey, I want my best friend back, because I'm in love with her.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-9187061526198368526?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9187061526198368526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/08/fix-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/9187061526198368526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/9187061526198368526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/08/fix-it.html' title='Fix it'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2533291334078226115</id><published>2011-08-05T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:45:20.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what drives you?</title><content type='html'>During my FFC interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SGT Desmond(I think?): So why do you want to become a Firefighter?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because a friend whom just ORD'ed once told me, in Civil Defence, it's better to pick something CD is known for, that the other forces don't have. And I think if I want to do something, I should aim for the best. And being a FF is the best I can go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was slightly rephrased, because I don't remember the exact words, but it's something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2533291334078226115?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2533291334078226115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-what-drives-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2533291334078226115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2533291334078226115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-what-drives-you.html' title='So, what drives you?'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5598249129259991739</id><published>2011-07-30T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T01:38:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training in sales was not meant for this</title><content type='html'>Remember the days during the first month of school, where they have these little fairs, with representatives from each CCA(or ECA for you ancient people) setting up their little booths? You walk by, and they just grab you, and talk a whole load of bullcrap to you, and won't let you off till you've put your name down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Churches are pretty much exactly the same, but to a more extreme level. Brochures with join this church or call so and so number for more info, mad people who keep persuading you to join them, walking facebooking and tweeting advertisers all over with their I heart Jesus T-shirts. The asswipes in those churches trying to talk you into becoming christians(coz they want donations and to show off their member count) are like trained to be a sales promoter. OH THIS HAND WASH DAMN GOOD AR CAN CLEAN YOUR DEAD SKIN YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Final year examinations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part I: Choose 1 question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 'This expensive product is good, you should buy it' Expand this statement into a full 2000 word essay. (30 marks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Christianity is good, you should become one, but not in any church you like, you should join OUR church' Expand this statement into a full 2000 word essay. (30 marks)&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, there's that internal battle between the churches, members from XYZ church persuades his friend from ABC church to hop over so they can hang out, or hijack donations or something, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm racist? I possibly am, probably even. But you christian idiots who post about god are pretty much the same. Allow me to explain:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-&lt;br /&gt;christian: jeezuz blah blah so awesome so suckable his tits are so juicy&lt;br /&gt;free thinker: jeezuz does not exist*&lt;br /&gt;christian: omaigawd you so offensive so inconsiderate of my obsession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-&lt;br /&gt;free thinker: there is no jeezuz or god, i make mai own beliefs and destiny! i iz jedi mastah i use ze force&lt;br /&gt;christian: oh there iz a god*&lt;br /&gt;free thinker: omaigawd you so offensive so inconsiderate of my beliefs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* both are disagreeing with the others' beliefs, some even arguing that their side is right. THEY THE SAME RIGHT?! Before you say I'm racist, take a look at yourself. Look at the crap you posted that caused my retaliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck is wrong with you people? Have you seen Muslims, Hindus, or Buddhists doing that sort of crap? No. Perhaps Muslims do that once in a very rare blue moon, acceptable. But seeing your christian crap in my feeds every day, is retarded, just like you(if you're the moron guilty of praising god all day long).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you might be thinking.. DUN LIKE UNFOLLOW LA, UNFRIEND LA!&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you this, as a free thinking trying-to-be-neutral-but-you-wankers-are-pushing-it person, I respect whatever the shit you believe. You have commitments, you need to go to church, you have friday prayers, you have to ask for blessings at a temple, say grace before meals.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, go ahead, I'm not saying anything, I fully understand. But if you fucking think I'll sever friendships because of your religion, you probably underestimate the importance of friends to me, and you probably think you're so damn good you can make do with 1 less friend in this world. Sad bastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you have to fucking erase that line between normal life with friends of ALL WALKS OF LIFE, and your own religious beliefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More case study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to church now, excited!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd is mighty god is powah **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am googling worship songs coz im interested to learn to play them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god so absolute he will show you ze light **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This is about YOU, what YOU're doing. Perfectly normal. Benson does this all the time and I have no problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** For the pieces of shit guilty of this, this is about you carrying balls for your god or jesus. Smell your hands, how do his balls smell? good anot? If you're guilty of this crap, I recommend you write love letters and stick it on your church wall. Spare a fucking thought for people who don't believe, or believe in something else please. Do this stuff only in front of 100% christian audiences, not in places where non christian friends can see, especially twitter and facebook. YA I GET IT YOU LOVE YOUR GOD, YOU CAN SHUT UP NOW KTHX, YOU SHUT UP, I SHUT UP, WE BUDDIES AGAIN. Simple concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I only tweet/blog about you pieces of crap when I see multiple carry-ball updates/tweets in a short time frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5598249129259991739?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5598249129259991739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/07/training-in-sales-was-not-meant-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5598249129259991739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5598249129259991739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/07/training-in-sales-was-not-meant-for.html' title='Training in sales was not meant for this'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3945104391444545340</id><published>2011-06-25T19:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:04:40.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser like Me</title><content type='html'>This goes out to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, am epic failure in all ways, never being able to stand proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; All the vain guys who drink protein all day and live in gyms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; All the girls who camwhore all day long, with shitloads of pictures of the exact same look each with the camera tilted 1 degree away from the previous shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The Christians who love spamming quotes from the bible on your news feeds, statuses, tweets and whatnot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The sluts who ignores messages from people, then when you see their facebook, they're talking to everyone else and leaving you hanging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The whores who block people out of their lives just because they don't like them and think they're so amazing and friendly and nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The failures in life, the girls who lose their virginity 2-3 years below the legal age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The players who think they're the shit coz they get laid every other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The hopeless romantics who can make the perfect soulmate yet are forever single because nobody gives them a chance, instead going after prettier girls and richer guys and whine about them(you asked for it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The idiots who club and drink all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The smokers with no brains who know smoking is bad, but still do it anyway and would rather pay $300 a month than put in an effort to quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The sad fatsos who feel sorry for themselves for being fat, feeling depressed while holding a triple decker burger in his hand and an extra large drink in the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The skinny bitches who keep saying their fat when they're not, partially because they enjoy hearing from people that they have a nice body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The act smarts who try to advise me on stuff where I'm more knowledgeable than them, making a fool out of themselves *cough headphones*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The bengs with the tattoos and the ridiculous looking long hair with slopes at weird places who think they look cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The fags with amazing girlfriends but do not appreciate them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; The gullible people who think that their iPhone is the best phone out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are the same, fucking losers who fail at life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3945104391444545340?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3945104391444545340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/06/loser-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3945104391444545340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3945104391444545340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/06/loser-like-me.html' title='Loser like Me'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3068054086310818546</id><published>2011-06-24T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T23:59:53.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Fullstop</title><content type='html'>Daoing fatgots, friends that are too busy, I've lost all my gaming kakis. I'm quitting Initial D, I may quit NFS. Fullstop, no questions asked. I'm not going to bring my Initial D cards out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub 3 Irohazaka on Rx8 accomplished&lt;br /&gt;15 star Akina(snow) done, at least on Evo 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much godlike milestones everywhere. I've proven to be able to 15 star every map, and do a '59 on Iro(13 stars). Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3068054086310818546?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3068054086310818546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/06/fullstop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3068054086310818546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3068054086310818546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/06/fullstop.html' title='Fullstop'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4870467022077097965</id><published>2011-06-14T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T00:49:33.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Pushing Boundaries</title><content type='html'>Super time attack hax today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rx8-&lt;br /&gt;Irohazaka DHD - 3'00'9xx!! Finally 3 min omg T.T&lt;br /&gt;Irohazaka RD - 3'10'xxx Godlike man&lt;br /&gt;Akagi DHD - 2'23'xxx Broke by a tiny bit&lt;br /&gt;Usui CCWD - 2'47'9xx SUB 48 BIACH! Can break abit more&lt;br /&gt;Bunta - Irohazaka now at 13 stars! Wall tech hax la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo IV-&lt;br /&gt;Irohazaka DHD - 2'59'4xx Broke by .5 from the last one woah&lt;br /&gt;Irohazaka RD - 3'07'4xx Weee broke again, finally a rank in JP Zone X arcade T.T&lt;br /&gt;Akina Snow - Very low 3'26, BUT my last time attack saw a -1.4s by end of CP3, so it's easily a upper-mid 3'24. Enough for 15 star Bunta!&lt;br /&gt;Bunta - Irohazaka 13, Akina Snow 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I wanna try Benson's Rx8 so badly. His parts are better for Irohazaka than mine, skarli can sub 3 Irohazaka with it eh. Or make Usui even easier than mine hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4870467022077097965?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4870467022077097965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/06/pushing-boundaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4870467022077097965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4870467022077097965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/06/pushing-boundaries.html' title='Pushing Boundaries'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-795429684995635321</id><published>2011-05-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T19:05:36.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Back to basics</title><content type='html'>The FD is known as  beginner's car, since getting my FD, it seems that I'm learning to play Initial D all over again. With it I better understood the feel of a properly done TST. Using this, I broke my Usui and Akina times on Rx8, and running 3'02 on both FD and GC8V on Akina; achieving exit speeds I've never been able to do. It's learning the basics all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this girl, she's nothing I've encountered before. An amazing sense of humour, cute in a way, extremely lovable. The only other time a girl has left such an amazing first impression on me was C. I don't know, but she probably has all the traits I desire in a soulmate. Long distance will be a bitch, but I like her enough to give it a good shot. Heck, I wouldn't mind spending a bit just to see her a weekend per month or two. That's how devoted I am. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting over my ex isn't easy, I still love you, you know who you are. Us not meeting up often is just temporary, I promise. When enough time passes, and it hurts less, I shall avoid you no more. After all, our friendship is something I cherish and will not let go of easily :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on basics, it's time to start learning again. Driving, and O's. Once my pay and confirmation slips come in, I'm going to study seriously(or so I hope), for the first time in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-795429684995635321?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/795429684995635321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/795429684995635321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/795429684995635321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to basics'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8430240901767459904</id><published>2011-05-07T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T00:09:34.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infatuation</title><content type='html'>Whether I like it or not, or you like it or not, it's not infatuation. I'm deeply and unconditionally in love with you, and it's not something I can control. Sigh, fml, loving a girl I cannot be with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What must I do for this madness to stop? It's killing me inside day by day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8430240901767459904?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8430240901767459904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/infatuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8430240901767459904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8430240901767459904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/infatuation.html' title='Infatuation'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8877998119247517364</id><published>2011-05-06T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T02:15:35.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Initial D To-do list 6 May '11</title><content type='html'>This is a SHORT TERM to-do list. Nothing to do with my eventual TA goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rx-8&lt;br /&gt;- Akagi mugging, both DH and UH&lt;br /&gt;  target 2'22 and 2'30 respectively(current 2'23 and 2'32)&lt;br /&gt;- 15 star Akagi bunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo IV&lt;br /&gt;- Irohazaka mugging, both DH and R&lt;br /&gt;  target 2'58 and 3'06(current 3'00'026(WTF OMG T.T) and 3'07)&lt;br /&gt;- Bunta spam&lt;br /&gt;  target 15/15/10/8*/13/15/15&lt;br /&gt;  *10 if possible&lt;br /&gt;- Akagi DH mugging&lt;br /&gt;  targer 2'25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GC8V&lt;br /&gt;- FT&lt;br /&gt;- Bunta spam&lt;br /&gt;  target 15/15/12/10/10/13/15/12&lt;br /&gt;- Akagi mugging&lt;br /&gt;  target 2'24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd and 3rd runs of LotS on Evo IV and GC8V to be done when I can be fucked ~.~ LOW PRIORITY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8877998119247517364?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8877998119247517364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/initial-d-to-do-list-6-may-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8877998119247517364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8877998119247517364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/initial-d-to-do-list-6-may-11.html' title='Initial D To-do list 6 May &apos;11'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-477592704649030215</id><published>2011-05-01T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T02:16:37.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Defying limitations</title><content type='html'>Screw what I posted in my last timings post, all of it. Here's them revised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myogi&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;Both directions 2'54'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usui&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;Both directions DRY - 2'47'xxx&lt;br /&gt;CCW WET - 2'52'xxx&lt;br /&gt;CW WET - 2'50'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akagi&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;DH - 2'22'xxx&lt;br /&gt;UH - 2'30'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akina&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;DH - 3'02'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo IV:-&lt;br /&gt;DH - 3'02'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irohazaka&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;DH - 2'58'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo IV:-&lt;br /&gt;DH 2'57'xxx&lt;br /&gt;R 3'06'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akina Snow&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;DH - 3'24'xxx&lt;br /&gt;UH - 3'38'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo IV:-&lt;br /&gt;DH - 3'23'xxx&lt;br /&gt;UH - 3'35'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happogahara&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;IB - 2'24'xxx&lt;br /&gt;IB WET - 2'26'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shomaru&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;OB - 3'00'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo IV:-&lt;br /&gt;OB - 3'05'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuchisaka&lt;br /&gt;Rx8:-&lt;br /&gt;OB - 2'39'xxx&lt;br /&gt;OB WET - 2'47'xxx&lt;br /&gt;IB - 2'42'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evo IV:-&lt;br /&gt;OB - 2'41'xxx&lt;br /&gt;IB - 2'44'xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't that far fetched, I hope to achieve these by the end of this year.. The harder ones are just the 15 star Bunta times ;)&lt;br /&gt;p.s. snow looks fucked up, seriously =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-477592704649030215?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/477592704649030215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/defying-limitations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/477592704649030215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/477592704649030215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/05/defying-limitations.html' title='Defying limitations'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6644866144950445977</id><published>2011-04-17T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:32:13.240+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Limits</title><content type='html'>I think I've reached it again, totally cannot break my Tsuchisaka Outbound timing anymore x.x I'm now at a loss, really peaked my Bunta Challenge mode; totally can't beat anymore Buntas. I really should grind Happo and get that 15 stars. And.. I haven't touched my Story mode like I had planned to &gt;.&gt; Ugh so lazy; maybe I should just suck it up and do it today eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Bunta stomp on Akina is annoyingly hard, probably need to cut 2s more on Happo for 15 stars.. Sigh, neverending T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6644866144950445977?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6644866144950445977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/04/limits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6644866144950445977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6644866144950445977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/04/limits.html' title='Limits'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-441776082474827162</id><published>2011-04-10T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T10:23:37.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminding the world who Jt is</title><content type='html'>I'm considering returning to AO for about 2 months, we shall see ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I have the license supplies which I don't want to waste, and I'm bored ;o Lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-441776082474827162?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/441776082474827162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/04/reminding-world-who-jt-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/441776082474827162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/441776082474827162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/04/reminding-world-who-jt-is.html' title='Reminding the world who Jt is'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6662199782663600502</id><published>2011-04-06T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T08:50:03.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to see you</title><content type='html'>This is my theory. You've been hurt by guys in the past, failed relationships etc, that's why you're doing this. Playing with guy's feelings, then leaving them to bleed like how you bled in the hands of your ex. Doing and saying things in hopes of twisting guys around your little finger, manipulating them, and their feelings. At the end of the day, you can't deliver the love you promised, because you heart is still not healed. There are people out there that truly care and want to love you, but you doing these things, will only stop you from finding true love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the crappy state you're in, I want to be part of your life in some way, and be there for you tough times. But you're just making it so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6662199782663600502?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6662199782663600502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-to-see-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6662199782663600502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6662199782663600502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-to-see-you.html' title='I want to see you'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8590214860761041134</id><published>2011-03-27T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T00:18:22.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You just got owned'/><title type='text'>Underestimated</title><content type='html'>There I was, another Initial D day at Dhoby Zone X. Machine no 4 had a off calibrated steering wheel, so I made use of the fact that I'm one above average in terms of skill, to 'fish' myself some noobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing on machine no 3 when some dude with cool dyed hair came along. Looks of a lao jiao. The way he challenged me looked pro too. He tapped his TAPZ card, and sat down on the seat, adjusting the seat slowly, turning the wheel to 'CHALLENGE', and basically giving a smile to his friend. Must have been his lucky day eh, finding some dude playing the slowest CPU on Akagi in story mode, accepting challengers(I was not playing seriously too, noob CPUs don't require much effort to win). Level 4(I think) some more! Easy kill right? Can show off to the few people watching also how 'pro' he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, he finally hit the pedal, and my screen froze. The words 'Challenger Appears!' in Japanese flashed across my screen. I looked over to my right. The stranger slowly took out his stack of 5 or so Initial D cards from his wallet, and began slowly browsing through them. While he was talking and laughing with his friend beside him, I could see that his cards all had story mode cleared. Must be quite good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally settled on a car, and inserted the card into the reader. It's data appeared on my screen. WOAH IMBA, LVL 16 RX7 SIOL. I pressed the view change button to display his Time Attack records. It was then, my face changed, from a serious look, to struggling to hold back laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the timings were:&lt;br /&gt;Akina 3'08&lt;br /&gt;Iro 3'1x&lt;br /&gt;Tsu 2'58&lt;br /&gt;Usui 2'59(I think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIDDAT CAN LVL 16 AR? Just by glancing at the few time attack records he had, and his car choice, and knowing that he's a noob, I knew what map he was going to select. Yes, Akina. Noobs LOVE this map, because it's the one they see in movies, and the anime. Where else to play other than the all famous Akina?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, he knew how to play with boost off. Even better, raises my chances of winning, turning the match to a battle of pure skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match soon began, with a blue fiery aura appearing atop his car. Startup wasn't much of a fight, My Rx-8 was plain superior in raw speed and easily took the lead. First corner came, Because of the weak cornering of my car on this map, I took a more primitive approach, down-up-down gear 5 cornering. The Rx7 follows closely behind. Next corner came, and the match was over. The advantage rose up rapidly, he plain sucked. The rest of the match went like a Time Attack, no other cars to disturb my sunday drive through the mountains. The match ended with a 300+ meter advantage. Being a gentleman, I showed some sportsmanship by shaking his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed to be in denial, and challenged me once again. The match started exactly the same, and I pulled away after the second corner. He was slightly better this time, advantage was between 100-200 metres(lol fail). I shook his hand again, and it seemed he finally saw that my skill level was way beyond a normal lvl 4 player, so he withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cleared off the stupid fatsos from Akagi, and changed mode to Bunta challenge, while he was still watching me from that machine. Boy oh boy did his expression change when I slowly scrolled through the maps. He probably has never seen so many Bunta stars in his life haha! I then proceeded to select Irohazaka, and with quite a bit of difficulty, earned my 12th Bunta star on that map by overtaking him at the final grass jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people challenge me, there's only 5 reasons:-&lt;br /&gt;1. He's pro and wants to eat me&lt;br /&gt;2. He's a total newbie and didn't know which option to select&lt;br /&gt;3. He THINKS HE'S PRO, and forgot to say his prayers and eat his vitamins that day, for he was unprepared to get severely smoked.&lt;br /&gt;4. He just likes racing for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;5. It was under my request, the 'Bunta Rescue'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day? Watch your opponent before challenging them, don't think you're better because you have some stupid wannabe aura that you earned by defeating 'Player 1's'. Because, people like me, the ninja kind running around with noob cars, exist to fuck morons like you, who think you're so great because you have a battle aura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8590214860761041134?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8590214860761041134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/03/underestimated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8590214860761041134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8590214860761041134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/03/underestimated.html' title='Underestimated'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-7829949344622258709</id><published>2011-02-27T17:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:23:55.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this on a TVD fansite haha. Hilly Hindi is freaking gorgeous lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2aidhwtzR2s"&gt;Link here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-7829949344622258709?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7829949344622258709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-found-this-on-tvd-fansite-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7829949344622258709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7829949344622258709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-found-this-on-tvd-fansite-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2650583448496199570</id><published>2011-02-27T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T02:32:42.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Race to the Finish</title><content type='html'>New goals since I lost my Initial D cards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to make 3 cars:&lt;br /&gt;Rx8 - White - A Tune(Change to N tune at inspection) - J&lt;br /&gt;Evo IV - White - A Tune - xOxO&lt;br /&gt;GC8V - Grey - N Tune - xOxO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conditions - Current best - Rx8 Target - Evo IV target - GC8V Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myogi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCW - 2'55"xxx - 2'55"6xx - 2'57"000 - 2'57"000&lt;br /&gt;CW - 2'26"xxx - 2'55"8xx - 2'57"000 - 2"57"000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usui&lt;br /&gt;CCW - 2'48"2xx - 2'47"800 - 2'48"xxx - 2'47"xxx&lt;br /&gt;CCW Wet - 2'52"xxx - 2'52"400 - X - X&lt;br /&gt;CW- 2'49"xxx - 2'48"xxx - 2'48"xxx - 2"48"xxx&lt;br /&gt;CW Wet - 2'51"1xx - 2'50"2xx - X - X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akagi&lt;br /&gt;DH - 2'24"xxx - 2'22"xxx - 2'24"xxx - 2'23"xxx&lt;br /&gt;UH - 2'35"xxx - 2'34"xxx - 2'32"xxx - 2'32"xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akina&lt;br /&gt;DH - 3'05"xxx - 3'04"xxx - 3'04"xxx - 3'00"xxx&lt;br /&gt;DH Wet - 3'07"xxx - 3'06"xxx - X - 3'05"xxx&lt;br /&gt;UH - 3'15"xxx - X - X - 3'12"xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irohazaka&lt;br /&gt;DH 3'02"200 - 2'59"xxx - 2'58"xxx - 3'03"xxx&lt;br /&gt;DH Wet - 3'07"xxx - 3'06"xxx - 3'05"xxx - X&lt;br /&gt;UH - 3'09'997 - 3'12"xxx - 3'08"xxx - X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akina (Snow)&lt;br /&gt;DH - ? - 3'28"xxx - 3'26"xxx - 2'26"xxx&lt;br /&gt;UH - 3'3x"xxx - 3'35"xxx - 3'30"xxx - 3'30"xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happogahara&lt;br /&gt;OB - ? - 3'27"xxx - 3'29"xxx - 3'29"xxx&lt;br /&gt;IB - ? - 3'24"xxx - 3'26"xxx - 3'26"xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shomaru&lt;br /&gt;OB - ? - 3'05"xxx - 3'08"xxx - 3'08"xxx&lt;br /&gt;IB - ? - 3'05"xxx - 3'08"xxx - 3'08"xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuchizaka&lt;br /&gt;OB - 2'43"xxx -2'42"xxx - 2'43"500 - 2'44"xxx&lt;br /&gt;IB - 2'44"xxx - 2'43"xxx - 2'43"xxx - 2'45"xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks damn hard, and expensive T_T Getting those times is one thing, tuning the car is another&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2650583448496199570?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2650583448496199570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/race-to-finish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2650583448496199570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2650583448496199570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/race-to-finish.html' title='Race to the Finish'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-508389552768054059</id><published>2011-02-12T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:58:27.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to the ears</title><content type='html'>English - State of Shock - Money Honey&lt;br /&gt;Japanese - M.O.V.E - Rage Your Dream&lt;br /&gt;Korean - DBSK/TVXQ - Crazy Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are probably my favourite songs of all time :) &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-508389552768054059?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/508389552768054059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-to-ears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/508389552768054059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/508389552768054059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-to-ears.html' title='Music to the ears'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4063818304440017251</id><published>2011-02-10T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:39:47.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>Perfect lines</title><content type='html'>I'm back to Initial D, Arcade Stage V3 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke my old Akagi timing of 2'25"xxx by a lot yesterday, WITHOUT TST! To think I had problems breaking that time just before I quit so long ago. My Usui CCW Dry timing was also smashed, from 2'49"xxx to a low 2'48. Damn orgasmic, imagine taking the corners so wide and sharply, at imba speeds, the thrill and excitement of knowing whether you will hit the outside wall is just.. WOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost my Evo 4 tho =( That's my second Evo lost I believe. Going to make a new one tomorrow, if Benson comes that is. BUNTA LIANG LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to create the Evo, clear the game, then clear 15 stars of Usui Bunta by tomorrow. Then I shall proceed on to trying to break my Akagi times further on my baby Rx8. Maybe try a couple time attacks on the Evo, if I feel like it hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Initial D :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4063818304440017251?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4063818304440017251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/perfect-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4063818304440017251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4063818304440017251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/perfect-lines.html' title='Perfect lines'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4467311147909777489</id><published>2011-02-06T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:39:58.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>Mindless</title><content type='html'>Fucking mad right now thanks to my sis turning off the modem, and causing me THREE easy free league matches. VERY GOOD. Now I'm just gonna rant off some crap on my mind. There's so much right now, but I think ONE PERSON worth of crap is enough, don't want to make my blog scrollbar scroll down indefinitely do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson, you're screwed up in the head. You're not stupid, just a fucking moron that doesn't bother thinking. Or rather, shut out any attempt at rewiring that brain of yours which obviously have most, if not all of the plugs in the wrong sockets, and screws lose here and there. I'm not even going to tell you this directly because it appears, only when I blog you actually absorb somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your I-want-to-quit-coz-i-suck-yet-i-dont-want-to-quit bullshit. Fine it's understandable, AO is a hard game to let go off. I know it, a lot of players know it. so many have quit and come back. But look, you want to improve, the nice sweet way of teaching you with cherries and whipped cream on top does not work obviously. Because of your nature, harsher approaches must be adopted. I offer that to you, and you fucking ignore me. VERY GOOD. I assure you, gear up and can achieve your division 1 fantasy. If that's your goal, you don't need to learn anything more about PvP. With some luck and persistence you will get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is this what you really want? Do have that stupid number, but unable to win at least HALF the matches in there? Div 1 by title, Div 3 or 4 or whatever by skill. Like so many crap asses who frankly can take that number one beside their name, and shove it down his throat, because no real div 1 players play me and are unable to kill more than 3 mercenaries. Face it, I'm undergeared and you can't even put up a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the losers, I'm talking about you. As I've said before, you are full of crap. You so wanted me to teach you, yet you don't fucking listen to a thing I say. I told you not to use minstrel, you don't wanna. You give me that bullcrap 'Oh I'll still lose anyway' excuse. So what if you lose? At least with an empress you, however slowly, will eventually grasp the logic of controlling and shutting down your opponent, and the match flow. The minstrel is for comebacks, and why must you comeback? To regain control. Fucking hell you don't even know how to control how the fight flows, yet you want to learn to comeback and turn the tide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't make the match flow your way with an empress, there's no fucking way you can do it without her. Unless of course, your opponent outshines you in the ability to make observers facepalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see your eagerness to actually learn to pvp right, all I see is your desperation to hit division 1, by hook or by crook. To think I was actually opening up to teaching you, even if it's a little.What do you do? You fucking ignore me. Well fine, I'm giving up on you. Unless you put down that stubbornness and pride of yours, and learning to appreciate what people are trying to impart to you, you can forget about being remotely good at PvP within the 3 month time frame that you've set yourself. Forget me, you won't even get close to CS, who in my opinion, isn't all that fantastic despite all the advanced theories he can talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me to mentor you, stop your bullshit and show me some dedication and enthusiasm to learn. No I don't mean grinding my team up for me, or giving me massive amounts of gold, I don't really need you to accomplish such minor feats; figure something out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you couldn't care less whether I taught you or not, you can try the second option; learn everything from CS. He's much more tolerant to your bullshit than me. Heck, he's managed to tolerate even my bullshit, which is applaudable. But you won't really learn much. You've been working closely with him for the past 2 months yeah? Yet there's no difference in your playing tactics. I don't see anything, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS may or may not be able to defeat me, not that I'm trying to make excuses for myself, but if he does, it's probably due to gear differences. Only if he's able to consistently outplay and counter my strategies will I admit defeat. Call it denial if you want, but this is my way of seeing things. I do not give two hoots to match black-and-white results, I call it by the display of skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metaldog will always be better than LH, win or lose. Habu will always be better than Darigaz, Xargrr will always be superior to &lt;tries any="" beaten="" before="" but="" can="" him="" i="" of="" s="" seriously="" somebody="" t="" think="" to="" who=""&gt;. Raphangelo will always be superior to Metaldog(I think). Sharingan will always be better than SarahPhoenix. It's all skill to me.&lt;/tries&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I didn't fully quit the game, yet I'm not playing either. I consider myself an observer ^^; And you, mr. Tyleriko, are just a wannabe, a blatant copy of me. You can copy my team, you can outgear me eventually, but you can not replicate my movements, not without my help. Heck, I doubt there's anybody out there more capable than myself in using this team. Only person who can probably do it, is Metaldog himself, the first master of the minstrel :3 And I believe, I am the third. The second person being Mycenae's Virven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4467311147909777489?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4467311147909777489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/mindless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4467311147909777489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4467311147909777489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/mindless.html' title='Mindless'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-7233225437884430441</id><published>2011-02-01T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:40:20.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>I am Legend</title><content type='html'>I was half god in AO, remember that, bitches! Underleveled, 75% DG, 25% nix, 90% +0, and having 5 past Titan Championships winners defeated by me before, and lots of tier 0s &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Harari&lt;br /&gt;2. Ks2A&lt;br /&gt;3. Virven&lt;br /&gt;4. Proudmore&lt;br /&gt;5. Primalrage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I'll never be able to beat Habu and Kaijin =( Close fights maybe, but not win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;:) Randomness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-7233225437884430441?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7233225437884430441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7233225437884430441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7233225437884430441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-legend.html' title='I am Legend'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6741210647995889372</id><published>2011-01-27T11:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T13:37:33.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>Total darkness</title><content type='html'>My life kinda sucks right now really. Imagine being stuck in a control room, approx 3m by 4m, 3.5m tall. Now imagine being there there 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Half the time doing nothing, 90% of the time alone. The walls will close in on you, inching you away to depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then imagine not being able to do nuts with your right hand, with the thumb pretty much fully immobiilized. Daily basic things become chores. Let's list some of them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Putting on your clothes, the damn belt, the fucking shoelaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eating. You can't lift the plate, or bowl. No chopsticks for you, fork and spoon are a problem as well, since you can barely use your master hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Using your computer, you have to adapt to using your left hand to control the mouse. Typing speed is also reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Strange looks from people, as if you're a freak for being injured, when in fact you're better than them, pussies who never step out of their comfort zone to try new and exciting things, even if it might be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kaypoh people who ask, then don't care. It's none of their business anyway. What happened to your hand? Where? Wtf stfu already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Peeing, showering, pooping. Not much I can say other than it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm also on the verge of getting charged for AWOL. Some useless guy who always stays in the office to do admin work, can't even do it right. When I left camp early, WITH PERMISSION to go for my medical appointment, he did not put thr remark accordingly. As a result, admin is having issues tallying my attendence and payroll. Good job, very worthy of being a sergeant of 1k+ pay eh. Good, if I get charged I won't be able to be promoted and get my $50 pay raise.$790 would be so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of sergeants, See RH is going to ORD in a week :/ In STC, he has been the one who taught me the most, and although I'm capable of doing things without much of his guidance now, I'm still going to feel so lost without him. sigh There goes another capable SGT. New guys coming in next week, 2 chinese in fact. Hope they will be of more use than this past new guy. Never seen such a blur sergeant.. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize what's happening here is similar to what I'm putting Benson through. Losing your mentor when you're ready-but-not-quite-imba-yet. But screw the idiot and his fatty fury. He got what he wanted, reaping what he sow. He can enjoy and make friends with his crap d6 buddies for all I care. Even in such a shit division he's having problems winning. Not much of a smart thinker too, scrolling on weekdays. Doing this bullcrap, with expensive mount and wings, still can tell me his team has no proper rings and necklaces, and always feeling sorry for himself for low might. Of course la cock, all your money is in your damn luxury items, and waste of scrolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAY return to AO, but if I do, it'll be to just level a prinny and up my druid skills. Maybe an empress. And fuck that gearwhore of a durian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my 2011 so far. How's yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6741210647995889372?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6741210647995889372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/total-darkness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6741210647995889372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6741210647995889372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/total-darkness.html' title='Total darkness'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-7796978621745604756</id><published>2011-01-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:24:43.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming again</title><content type='html'>Dad will be back on Jan 28 -.- Damn it.. 1-2 weeks of bullcrap. Questions that he just asks for the sake of meddling in my life and making it miserable while he's here, then he's gone for the rest of the year. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I'll be a good boy and not care about my single status for this year, but I can't seem to suppress the fact that I want a girlfriend. In fact, I think I may NEED one. It's eating me up; the feeling of having nothing to live for, nobody to really look forward to seeing every day(or every few days), the lack of somebody I really want to talk to on a daily basis, tell her what's happening, ask her how her day went.. Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked Crystal out today, nothing to do with the above paragraph whatsoever though. Of course it didn't go too well, kinda expected. After all, I had quite a bad reputation during my Secondary School days, with both my peers and the teachers, heh =P I think that if we gave it a try, we could click quite well, maybe not in a romantic way, but as good friends; we do have some things in common. Quite miss May too, really fun girl. Can see that she's grown and matured so much since I last saw her years ago. Not forgetting MZ! Another fun girl, just not as hyper as May. I think it's safe to just admit that I had a crush on the two of them at some point before, since it doesn't matter anymore.. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I have one of my Sec School juniors on Facebook, don't remember who added who, only found out that she was my junior when I asked her; we had a few mutual friends but I couldn't put a finger on who she was. Anyway, she's like, freaking cute omaigawd *_* Just saying, not like I'm going to chase her; even if I do, I'll fail, because I suck when it comes to girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side of things, my NS pay is now officially S$740 ^_^ Only a Lance Corporal some more hahaha. It rocks being a Fire Fighter. The pay, the respect and pride I gain from being one.. Ahhh :) If all goes well I'll be promoted to a Corporal in May/June and rock close to S$800 muahahaha. Not as high as a Section Commander, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I've decided to start working on getting my driving licence starting Q1 this year, but I'm not sure which centre to take my lessons at, Bkt Batok or Comfort? Suggestions anyone? :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-7796978621745604756?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7796978621745604756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-coming-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7796978621745604756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7796978621745604756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-coming-again.html' title='It&apos;s coming again'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5263872456069688895</id><published>2011-01-03T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:03:22.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intellect?</title><content type='html'>Since young, primary 4 to be exact, starting with my teacher. I've had so many people tell me what I'm so smart, intelligent, and whatnot. One even said I'm too smart for my own good. Not trying to brag here, but am I really? Sometimes I think that they might be right, I constantly find myself having to explain the simplest things(to me) to people who just don't get it. While sometimes I think I'm a blur cock. I forget things so easily, and sometimes I get frustrated about not being able to grasp a certain concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take an IQ test, not some fake online one which claims to be so damn accurate, but some certified one. To see if I'm that smart, or if it's an illusion I tend to give people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5263872456069688895?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5263872456069688895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/intellect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5263872456069688895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5263872456069688895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/intellect.html' title='Intellect?'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-672647151485008383</id><published>2011-01-02T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:32:06.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The solution to me</title><content type='html'>I don't give a damn who you are, what gender you are(ok maybe I do this one), what race, what size, what religion, what interests you have, whatever. If I find something funny, I laugh at it. I have my beliefs, and I don't really give a crap to going all out to make fun of whatever monkey god you believe it. The solution to me, is simple, STFU. You don't like it, STFU, simple; it will blow over and we'll all move along with our sad little lives. If I see that you're offended, or disturbed by me, I will eat you alive; because your unhappiness excites me. No it does not derive me sexual pleasure(you sick bastard), but I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that one person, if you're reading this. I haven't seen your blog in over a week(or 2? idk I don't give a fuck anymore, you're a sad excuse for a follower of god, from the way you behave). I have hidden all your fb posts from my wall feed as of last week, nd you blocked me off your twitter. There is no real way for you to ruin my mood with your bullshit 'he this he that', I'm talking to you yet I'm not talking to you thingy you do. Your 300lb hunk of i-love-god-so-much-i-can-orgasm-just-by-thinking-of-him can go suck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-672647151485008383?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/672647151485008383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/solution-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/672647151485008383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/672647151485008383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/solution-to-me.html' title='The solution to me'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2423001341093586484</id><published>2011-01-01T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:16:25.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Spent my New Year's Day sleeping for 18 hours, watching last year's Grammy awards, going for a 2.6km run, a 4.3km cycle, half hour of fitness corner workouts, basically making myself sweat, for once, because I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I will become more tame, hopefully. I will not be as 'social' with girls. I will regain my silver standard for IPPT(c'mon, it's just 17s more on my 2.4 and I got it). I will start looking into my education path, and choose my O level subjects. I will get my Beats Solo HD WHITE headphones(please no more color decision changes :x). Lastly, I will either get closer to Cheryl again, or finally be able get over her, hopefully by this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell myself this. She deserves better, I don't deserve her. At the bare minimum, she deserves someone who can make her swoon just by telling her he misses her. If he buys her gifts, he has to take into consideration that she loves red, prefers white over black. but always wears black. Someone who accepts her past, how nerdy she looked, and loves her for what she is, what she was, and what she will be. This someone has to not frown upon, but instead see her strange habits as cute, and can go 'that's so Cheryl' and smile when he sees her doing any of them. He has to be able to help her take her mind of everything just by a few comforting words, make her feel loved and wanted, someone who she can see herself marrying. Someone who can make her take a chance on love; penetrate her unbreakable walls of her no-love policy. He has to be able to keep up, or even help pace her in her half marathon runs. He has to share her interests, and have a sense of perfection, to see the world through her beautiful Virgo eyes. She doesn't like speaking Mandarin, so he has to be used to speaking English more than any other language. He has to accept that he'll be a virgin for at least 6 more years of his life, when she decides her career is stable and decides to get married and settle down. This person has to do things for her, things that he'd never do for anyone else, like traveling across Singapore just for a simple short McDonald's meal with her, because seeing her makes everything worthwhile. If he gives her a ride on his bicycle, he has to be skilled enough to not fall at all costs. This someone, must appreciate long heart to heart walk/talks as much as her, because it can very well make her day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do all that, and more. So whoever this lucky guy is, had better treat her with the love and respect she deserves, and outdo me, or else I won't be contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the lovely lady, back to my New Year's mambo jumbo! Thinking about her always makes me get carried away, heh. I really hope 2011 will be a good year for me. Last year wasn't so great, I hope this year will be waaaay better. New friends, new ambitions, goals achieved, closer bonds, and being thankful for what I have, what I don't have, and what I no longer have. Hello 2011 ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2423001341093586484?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2423001341093586484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2423001341093586484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2423001341093586484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3321623900473483987</id><published>2010-12-28T20:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:24:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could do anything..</title><content type='html'>Well, as an answer to 'If you could do anything, what would you do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would go back to November 2 years ago, and I would fall in love with you all over again. This time, it'd be the perfect fairytale we both always wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3321623900473483987?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3321623900473483987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-i-could-do-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3321623900473483987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3321623900473483987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-i-could-do-anything.html' title='If I could do anything..'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4706142158943966349</id><published>2010-11-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:32:15.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>What I've done</title><content type='html'>Through the 2 years I've been on AO, I've..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaten tier 0 players, and given others a good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grinded a B grade mercenary from lvl 1 to 121 in 3 weekends(6 days).&lt;br /&gt;Become guild leader for one of the top guild names in the server.&lt;br /&gt;Reached lvl 130&lt;br /&gt;Beaten an ex Titan Grand Championship winner&lt;br /&gt;Made a name for myself being the div 1 who beats people who have so much better gear than him.&lt;br /&gt;Known awesome people from the other side of the world&lt;br /&gt;Had people look up to me as an inspirational PvPer&lt;br /&gt;Gotten near full Dragon God equipment +0 for my PvP team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much left to do, +10s, lvl 130s, evil gears.. There's really not much point in them anymore, now that I've reached this level of play. I'm not the best, but the best of players on the server have recognized me as someone who can not be underestimated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time is almost up; when I leave, people will remember me. I am the player who uses his lithe strengths to overcome much stronger opponents. I am the one who turns tables and wins when it looks like all hope is lost. I am the one who inspired the next generation of Div 1 players. I am the leader of the Serenity guild...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Jt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4706142158943966349?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4706142158943966349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-ive-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4706142158943966349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4706142158943966349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-ive-done.html' title='What I&apos;ve done'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1229659502168177195</id><published>2010-11-24T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:42:58.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am what I am</title><content type='html'>Cheryl once texted me. It said 'serve the nation well!'. It was when I decided to become what I am, to put myself through hell on earth, to surpass my limits, and do what nobody expected a little kid to be able to do; to become a Fire Fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can't help but miss her so much. At least I've let go now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1229659502168177195?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1229659502168177195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-i-am-what-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1229659502168177195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1229659502168177195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-i-am-what-i-am.html' title='Why I am what I am'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6131097624972952199</id><published>2010-11-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:53:20.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If..</title><content type='html'>If 'somebody' asks me to quit Atlantica if I want to be with her, I'd do it.. Seriously.. I'm willing to throw the 2 years I've spent accomplishing so much just like that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6131097624972952199?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6131097624972952199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6131097624972952199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6131097624972952199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/if.html' title='If..'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3756047941841443208</id><published>2010-11-19T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:04:11.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first..</title><content type='html'>This was the first time we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/TOaIdCYVONI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EwW5_9srG5U/s1600/20100807-359-Esplanade-Couple-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/TOaIpPkX3TI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zfuv00XKi48/s1600/IMAG0069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/TOaIpPkX3TI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zfuv00XKi48/s320/IMAG0069.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time we where we had a heart to heart talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/TOaIdCYVONI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EwW5_9srG5U/s1600/20100807-359-Esplanade-Couple-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/TOaIdCYVONI/AAAAAAAAAR0/EwW5_9srG5U/s320/20100807-359-Esplanade-Couple-1.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I held your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/TOaIxDlogfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vaG8eZ_KKCQ/s1600/IMAG0070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/TOaIxDlogfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/vaG8eZ_KKCQ/s320/IMAG0070.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we didn't really have it going. Oh well :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3756047941841443208?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3756047941841443208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3756047941841443208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3756047941841443208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/first.html' title='The first..'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/TOaIpPkX3TI/AAAAAAAAAR4/zfuv00XKi48/s72-c/IMAG0069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-183409991363323828</id><published>2010-11-16T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:31:54.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>The End? Possibly, but not just yet..</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to hope for anymore.. I've waited so long for you to level and do everything with me, and helped you reach the high levels in a fraction of the time you would have done by yourself. Hundreds of millions of exp with my assistance, so much that it became routine, that you knew exactly what I would do, and what you should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked to me as a benchmark. Fine, it's good to aim high. Now you've nearly caught up, and bypassed in several areas. The betrayal begins. You do stuff that makes billions of gold monthly, with a third party. NEVER ONCE with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This third party, happens to be someone who's supposedly my 'best' friend. Fine not as 'best' as before, but was supposed to be someone I can always turn to. Awesome, you took her away from me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benson comes into play. Promising, eager to learn, fast leveling. Just like you were. But how long must I wait till he's ready to spam TBS? I actually stopped my insane leveling rate so you can catch up. And now I must hold even longer for a second person? I don't really mind, but getting a nice good stab by you every single TBS or whatever hax stuff you do without me(and didn't even try to invite me, might I add), raises my blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes 130 upgrade, which I've been holding back for you; we've even talked about it. Awesome, you don't even have the exp to hit 130 yet, and you already made plans to do it with her and another guy. The best part, you kept it from me. I had to remind you of our arrangement before you told me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hop to their guild. Fair enough, but if you have any sense of loyalty to me or the guild we've kept alive for so long, I hope you'll wait till I've finally given in and quit the game before jumping ship. Because making me bear the responsibility of an entire guild on my own(being not able to quit or jump guild because if the guild falls, it's all my fault).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stick around for now, and make decisions after I've settled my debts with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-183409991363323828?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/183409991363323828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-possibly-but-not-just-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/183409991363323828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/183409991363323828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-possibly-but-not-just-yet.html' title='The End? Possibly, but not just yet..'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-105332664848425831</id><published>2010-11-14T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T14:53:20.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technically a Virgin</title><content type='html'>Saw this somewhere and found it rather interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A supposed "loophole" way for Christian girls to have anal and oral sex but remain "pure" and still call themselves a "virgin". Ridiculous and hypocritical, some girls who are only technically virgins themselves look down on other girls who have vaginal sex before marriage, even though they have let a guy put his penis in their ass.&lt;br /&gt;"My friend Christian is a technical virgin, she only lets guys put it in two out of three of her possible holes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your friend is an idiot; if a penis touches your naked body, you aren't pure anymore."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, how many of you are really virgins?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-105332664848425831?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/105332664848425831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/technically-virgin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/105332664848425831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/105332664848425831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/technically-virgin.html' title='Technically a Virgin'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3409341344550907125</id><published>2010-11-14T05:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:27:22.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A stuntastic look into the future</title><content type='html'>You need to remember not only the stun counters your opponent has on you, but also what you have on your opponent. Your hardwired style of this goes here, that goes there every turn won't be able to utilize the power of the pink circles effectively. This is the cause of a lot of your losses from what I've seen. Overcome this and you will be able to take down the opponents that you have difficulty against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your inability to foresee and counter critical moves from your opponent to carry out your 'plan' is also something that can be worked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g scenerio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to seal his monk next turn,&lt;br /&gt;your exorcist is in the frontline,&lt;br /&gt;your opponent's viking is in the frontline,&lt;br /&gt;you can utilize your viking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the possible chains of events that will happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: He stops you by freezing your frontline, you waste an activation holy guarding so you can seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. You freeze his viking this turn, to create an opening next turn to seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. You freeze his front, he holy guards his front, and freezes you back. You counter with a holy guard of your own, then seal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little complicated, and hard to see during an actual timed match. But you'll get it soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my lesson for you today, my apprentice :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3409341344550907125?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3409341344550907125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuntastic-look-into-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3409341344550907125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3409341344550907125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/stuntastic-look-into-future.html' title='A stuntastic look into the future'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6419468451565318228</id><published>2010-11-03T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:17:05.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love..</title><content type='html'>Today's Horoscope for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Lords of Karma are acting powerfully on you now so be prepared for important, life shattering lessons in the area of Love. If you've been wondering about the concept of true love, you're shortly about to learn the truth about the deeper significance of what it is all REALLY about. The Love Guru is closer than you think at present and will teach you all about it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6419468451565318228?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6419468451565318228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6419468451565318228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6419468451565318228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/11/true-love.html' title='True Love..'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-9124862088049129152</id><published>2010-10-30T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:37:28.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No. Just,.. No</title><content type='html'>I know, you saw something on my facebook news feed and wild thoughts are running thru your head. Don't just to conclusions, I'm not in love; not with her anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-9124862088049129152?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9124862088049129152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-just-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/9124862088049129152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/9124862088049129152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-just-no.html' title='No. Just,.. No'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8343238876018834846</id><published>2010-10-07T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T00:37:31.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dodging bullets</title><content type='html'>Dad was back in Singapore this past week, for 4 days; Monday thru Thursday. And guess what? I pretty much dodged him all the way! As we all know, he &lt;s&gt;acts like a bitch&lt;/s&gt; is a bitch. Old fashioned ways of thinking and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Stayed in camp(air con suite sumore woo)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Wasn't home when I came back, slept early&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Saw him right before he went to dinner, hid in my room before any shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - HE'S GONE! Muahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8343238876018834846?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8343238876018834846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/10/dodging-bullets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8343238876018834846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8343238876018834846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/10/dodging-bullets.html' title='Dodging bullets'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4312244747342824313</id><published>2010-10-02T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:45:37.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkmate</title><content type='html'>My horoscope for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;October 2, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Love life is sometimes more like a game of chess than anything else. You have to outmanoeuvre your opponent, in this case the person you wish to captivate. Making the right moves will result in the checkmate you’re after if you exercise a little patience.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this will be interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4312244747342824313?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4312244747342824313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/10/checkmate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4312244747342824313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4312244747342824313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/10/checkmate.html' title='Checkmate'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5800497262600477007</id><published>2010-09-05T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:19:56.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day - 5 September '10</title><content type='html'>A boy asked his mother, "Why is my big sister named MoonChild?"&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, "Because she was conceived when the first man landed on the moon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son continued, "Why is my other sister named CornFlower?"&lt;br /&gt;The mother said, "Because she was conceived in a corn field."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is big brother named ThunderStorm?" he asked. She replied, "Because he was made during a storm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother asked, "Why are you so curious, TornRubber?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5800497262600477007?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5800497262600477007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/09/joke-of-day-5-september-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5800497262600477007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5800497262600477007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/09/joke-of-day-5-september-10.html' title='Joke of the day - 5 September &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5384402289847226918</id><published>2010-08-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T22:16:13.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh?</title><content type='html'>http://www.astrology.com.au/daily/virgo.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;August 28, 2010&lt;br /&gt;For a moment you will feel as if you have met someone who offers you not only passion but a way out of your humdrum situation. That won't last however so be careful not to act upon your impulses on the first date. It's best also not to say too much about yourself and especially secrets that involve you and others. The person you reveal information to may not be quite as loyal as you think. Opening your mouth could fuel rumours.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Where is she then? :/ I really need someone like that right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5384402289847226918?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5384402289847226918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5384402289847226918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5384402289847226918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh.html' title='Oh?'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3786295794802153303</id><published>2010-08-07T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:25:53.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No I'm not tired</title><content type='html'>Last night was something I won't easily forget :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3786295794802153303?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3786295794802153303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-im-not-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3786295794802153303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3786295794802153303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-im-not-tired.html' title='No I&apos;m not tired'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-456996575414356718</id><published>2010-07-21T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:54:19.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day - 21 July '10</title><content type='html'>A Japanese girl was having sex and accidently farted. they said " Oh me sorry, you make front hole so happy, back hole blow you kiss!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-456996575414356718?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/456996575414356718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/joke-of-day-21-july-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/456996575414356718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/456996575414356718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/joke-of-day-21-july-10.html' title='Joke of the day - 21 July &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6110788411820481942</id><published>2010-07-15T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T13:25:01.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 16 July '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A pussy has a sad life. Her hair is a mess, her neighbour is an asshole, her boyfriend is a dick and her owner makes her bleed every month!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6110788411820481942?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6110788411820481942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote-of-day-16-july-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6110788411820481942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6110788411820481942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote-of-day-16-july-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 16 July &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6928279724028150827</id><published>2010-07-14T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:25:57.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 15 July '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A foolish man tells a woman to shut up. A wise man tells her her mouth is extremely beautiful when closed.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6928279724028150827?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6928279724028150827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote-of-day-15-july-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6928279724028150827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6928279724028150827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote-of-day-15-july-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 15 July &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5563786241777787823</id><published>2010-07-09T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:13:52.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 9 July '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The SCDF shut down Mustafa not just for overcrowding, but also because there were 'toxic gases' inside. 1 whiff can knock a person out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5563786241777787823?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5563786241777787823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote-of-day-9-july-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5563786241777787823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5563786241777787823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/quote-of-day-9-july-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 9 July &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1880401125442497763</id><published>2010-07-06T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:55:00.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>Yalam</title><content type='html'>This is not a racist post, its just that a large number of malays are getting on my nerves. I am not racist. As a matter of fact, I have a lot of malay friends, and I consider them to be really awesome people. But face it, a large number of them just are downright retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malays cant diam worth nuts. In diam position they can still talk, move, and fool around. When told to shut up they just keep talking. Even when being punished they cant stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They MUST be the first to eat. They cut queues like nobodys business, as if they have never seen food in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bloody encik half righted me today, because i didnt know stretchers have holders. He was wrong. Let me give you a mini english lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 'holder' HOLDS THINGS. e.g cup holder&lt;br /&gt;A 'handle' IS SOMETHING YOU HOLD. e.g door handle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. this clown carries a stretcher by the HOLDERS. Good job, you fail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1880401125442497763?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1880401125442497763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/yalam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1880401125442497763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1880401125442497763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/07/yalam.html' title='Yalam'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3223041405003944238</id><published>2010-06-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:23:12.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The toughest people to argue with are childish ones. Not because they don't make sense, but because they don't back down and are not afraid to attack from all angles. People who are oh so mature will just back off thinking that they're superior and arguing with such people is not worth their time, when in fact they know they'll have a hard time winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strategy game, and whoever is able to maintain consistant pressure always wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3223041405003944238?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3223041405003944238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/toughest-people-to-argue-with-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3223041405003944238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3223041405003944238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/toughest-people-to-argue-with-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3486195382179195035</id><published>2010-06-27T09:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:14:04.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 27 June '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;It's better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3486195382179195035?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3486195382179195035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-day-27-june-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3486195382179195035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3486195382179195035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-day-27-june-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 27 June &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1683465289552123721</id><published>2010-06-26T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T12:11:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tay ah oh ah sabo king ah</title><content type='html'>You're a worthless piece of shit, you always talk back, even when you're in the wrong. You're dumb, blur, and slow. You're always amongst the last 5 people to fall in everyday, every time. You've caused the entire rota, AND entire FFC so much misery. You're disgusting; you wipe your mucus with your bare hands, and then wipe it on the floor, walls, and even the bunker gear shared among the whole rota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the trainees of Rota 3, have done countless pushups, running, and other shit thanks to you, and you don't even have the slightest sense of remorse. Even the whole FFC have gotten pumped thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does a large guy with 2 diamonds on his shoulder look like an encik to you? If not, then tell me why the fuck did we get our bookout delayed by a whole 2 hours during the first few weeks in course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does hygiene mean anything to you? If it does, then why do you wipe your damn mucus all over the place? Have you ever heard of something called a handkerchief? Or tissue paper perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder why you're always being scolded by everyone and anyone? Huh? You have 5 O's, one of the best in the entire FFC. But you're a stupid blur cock. You can't even set up the breathing apparatus set without air gushing out of the cylinder, and when people tell you how to do things right, you just tell them to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know how to wear bunker gear properly! What kind of dumb idiot tries to squeeze his boot on when there are velcro straps on the side? Is it so hard to un-velcro it, wear your boot, and velcro it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fairly large guy, but why the fuck am I, the lightest guy in FFC, able to outperform you? A 100kg dummy should be so much easier for you to carry than me doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You brag about your qualifications, but why are you nowhere near the top in theory tests? Oh I know, you're too smart aren't you, thats why you ALWAYS sleep in class. When people ask you to stand, you just go 'I'm not sleeping'. And 20s later, you doze off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't give a shit don't you? You make people with mental disabilities look like geniuses. And frankly speaking, if I could hit you without any consequences, I would. Your attitude sucks, you're disgusting, and you're pathetic. All you do is cause us misery, and it's so damn hard holding back shouting at you. Brainless fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that after the 28th this month, I don't ever have to see you again, for whatever reason. The only exception being, I become an instructor, and you a recoursee. If that happens, I'll have my way with you, and you're not going to enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1683465289552123721?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1683465289552123721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/tay-ah-oh-ah-sabo-king-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1683465289552123721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1683465289552123721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/tay-ah-oh-ah-sabo-king-ah.html' title='Tay ah oh ah sabo king ah'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4166189600328531228</id><published>2010-06-18T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:14:13.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 18 June '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If you can explain why you love someone, its not called "Love"... its called "Like"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4166189600328531228?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4166189600328531228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-day-18-june-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4166189600328531228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4166189600328531228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/quote-of-day-18-june-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 18 June &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-407398020733852776</id><published>2010-06-12T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:23:46.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days</title><content type='html'>So like, I have to go to Suntec for 3 days in a row, just for my HTC Desire =.= Just because my mom can't make time to go down for me, and it's going to be one heck of an annoyance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-407398020733852776?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/407398020733852776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/407398020733852776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/407398020733852776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/06/3-days.html' title='3 days'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8602915479134600609</id><published>2010-05-30T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T14:34:05.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again, same old shit again..</title><content type='html'>Book in day.. A hell not more dreadful now that I'm in FFC, not simple slack BRTC :( On another note, 2 more weeks to endure till I can get Desire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8602915479134600609?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8602915479134600609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-we-go-again-same-old-shit-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8602915479134600609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8602915479134600609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-we-go-again-same-old-shit-again.html' title='Here we go again, same old shit again..'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4457073141434745465</id><published>2010-05-27T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:40:09.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive.. somehow</title><content type='html'>Over the past 4 weeks,&lt;br /&gt;I've seen grown men cry.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen people collapse.&lt;br /&gt;I've run in the hot sun wearing a 3 layered jacket and leggings over my long sleeved clothes.&lt;br /&gt;I've held a 2000 degree flame in my hands and used it to melt metal.&lt;br /&gt;I've utilized a power saw to cut iron.&lt;br /&gt;I've been wheeled into an ambulance on a stretcher.&lt;br /&gt;I've been pumped over 300 at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I'm still standing. I don't know how long I'll last, but God, is this your plan for me? Becoming a Fire Fighter wasn't in my ambition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4457073141434745465?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4457073141434745465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-still-alive-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4457073141434745465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4457073141434745465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-still-alive-somehow.html' title='I&apos;m still alive.. somehow'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2696660701405541951</id><published>2010-05-16T14:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:17:14.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fork in the road</title><content type='html'>I'm torn really, whether to try my best to finish FFC and pass out, or to keep pushing for OOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I really like the benefits of completing FFC, but at my current physical state, it's extremely difficult for me to do so, especially getting the Silver award for IPPT. 11 weeks is just not enough, my 2.4 being the main killer. On top of that, my size renders me unable to carry the workload Fire Fighters have to do during their training. I've already hurt my back once during the 2-week Pre-Course, and I'm worried it'll happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, OOC is the easy way out, if I do get OOC'd, I'll be able to directly pass out into a not-so-good vocation, with crappy pay(like now), but relaxed. Hopefully I can still get a chance to become a driver if I do. Yet, it's also very hard to OOC unless you have a valid medical reason. Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2696660701405541951?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2696660701405541951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/fork-in-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2696660701405541951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2696660701405541951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/fork-in-road.html' title='A fork in the road'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-9120764566082473722</id><published>2010-05-07T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T00:00:28.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I extinguished a flame</title><content type='html'>My motivation to complete FFC is all gone. CDA is living hell. While outside, your determination is up and you think you can endure, but once you put on the fucking bunker gear, your mindset takes a complete U-turn. 5 minutes of standing there in the shade, and you start sweating. 5 minutes of standing in the sun in that, you feel faint. A 1km slow jog in it, and you feel like collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even started running around with hoses yet, and I can't stand it. There's no way in hell I can stand any more of it. Hopefully I can OOC and return to the peanut life that is BRTC next week. The 20 pushups they get there is nothing to the 3 digit numbers they make us do daily. Hell, on my first day in CDA I already tasted the pain of approximately 500 pushups, 300 of which were done at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire and determination to finish FFC I had within me when I entered is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The everlasting flame of my devotion to Cheryl is still there though. But it's quite tormenting. I really want to make up for lost time with her, and I'll get right on that once I finish all my training and have more free time. Jogging, movies, eating, shopping, whatever; I'll do them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea that's about all for this week, will update this post if I remember anything. Might blog again next week as well. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-9120764566082473722?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9120764566082473722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-extinguished-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/9120764566082473722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/9120764566082473722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-extinguished-flame.html' title='I extinguished a flame'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-530850486709959895</id><published>2010-05-01T18:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:46:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new chapter</title><content type='html'>PTP phase is finally over, and I got posted into the Fire Fighter Course(FFC). Now begins a new chapter, even tougher training, more sadistic instructors, and a hell lot more push-ups to do for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt about it I'll miss my current platoon mates whom I have bonded so closely with in the last 8 weeks, but we'll keep in contact yeah? Furthermore, a good number of them are going over to CDA with me. I'm afraid of getting OOC(out-of-course) due to my sub-par physical fitness, but I won't go down without knowing I did my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I shall do my best to endure, for the sake of a posting to an East-Side fire station, and that Fire Badge. It's a pretty nice thought to know that as a private, my pay could be more than a Sergeant in BRTC. No matter what, I must not OOC, I must last till the end, when that badge is placed upon my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not my only goal, I want not just that Fire Badge, but an IPPT Badge. Gold is far out of my reach for now, so I'll aim for Silver. 2 pullups more, half a second off my shuttle run, a small handfull of situps more, and like 30+ cm more on my SBJ. Not forgetting the 2.4km run, that one will be hard. 4 minutes 24s to shave off my current timing for Silver. Julian, you need to run more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that by the end of this 3 months(if I manage to last that long), I'll hit 50kg(I put on 4kg since enlistment, 6 more to go). Have nice cutting on my arms(:D), and a faint outline of 6 packs(I don't like well defined ones, it'll make it look like I'm some sort of fitness freak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least, I want to be closer to Cheryl. If she doesn't want to be with me, that's perfectly fine; nobody can force love right? I tried forcing it before, and didn't like the outcome one bit. All I want, is to be someone she knows she can rely on, and talk to when she's down, or hang out with when she's bored, or even share the joy with when she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently texted her, and was so happy when she replied. At least she's not totally shutting me off like before. Yes, it's not a welcome with open arms into her life, but rather a tiny opening I can crawl through to get in. However, I'm glad. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. I've taken that first, hardest step; to put down my pride and apologize. And now, I'm determined to finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-530850486709959895?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/530850486709959895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/530850486709959895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/530850486709959895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-chapter.html' title='A new chapter'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2694765466049510900</id><published>2010-04-10T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:42:04.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must endure!</title><content type='html'>Just a summary of my 5 weeks so far during my PTP(physical training phase).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger's path cross, seeing unknown faces occupying the beds beside one another, the homesickness made them us all feel lost. We meet Encik Thong for the first time, the devil himself, the one who has held his reign of terror over Bravo company for decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things start getting serious, the training starts. Platoon mates start getting to know one another. The bonding begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More training, more fucking, people start talking about others. Some forged new bonds, some made enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting used to the shit, get fucked even more. Noticed I gained a kilogram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed a total of 4 extra guard duties(FML), chosen to be dormitory I/C, which will undoubtedly lead to more punishment, and more extras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far no enemies made(yay), but a certain somebody(not naming names, if you think it's you, then you're paranoid, or just feel some guilt :P) is getting on my nerves. You think you big ar, can order other platoon mates around. Just because you think you know more, and have higher paper qualifications, you think you're better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gained my 2nd kilogram this past week too. Selected to go for FFC(Fire Fighter Course) interview, but definitely not able to get in haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Jeremy this Friday, and figured out what vocation I really want. It's not Fire Fighter with the big muscles and $300 extra income, it's not driver with it's slack life and driving experience, it's not SRB happily marching and singing everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided, I wanna be a medic! Right in the middle, not tough, yet not super slack, and I get to learn some useful skills! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I must endure, is the wait for the HTC Desire! For the past 3 weeks I have been waiting for payday, to finally get my HTC HD2, but now that it's finally here, I have found 2 alternatives to it; the HTC HD Mini(smaller HD2!), and the HTC Desire(Yes I want to own a HTC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week, the local telcos have started carrying the HTC HD Mini. I've always liked the HD2, except that it's way too big. The HD Mini is a HD2 with a smaller size. It's really tempting, but I'd rather try the mobile OS that's the talk of the town right now; Android. That leaves Google Nexus One(made by HTC), and HTC Desire(The N1 with HTC Sense!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another 1.5 months to wait till it arrives in Singapore. By then, I'll have received my 2nd allowance, and should be able to afford it. M1 please bring it in faster, so I can recontract and get that sexy thing, with a data bundle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2694765466049510900?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2694765466049510900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/04/must-endure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2694765466049510900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2694765466049510900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/04/must-endure.html' title='Must endure!'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4579146785080044020</id><published>2010-04-04T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T23:24:48.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 4 April '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Fuck you! Get back in your line!"&lt;br /&gt;-LCP Firdaus @ some guy trying to cut queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the coolest thing I've seen an instructor do so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4579146785080044020?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4579146785080044020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/04/quote-of-day-4-april-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4579146785080044020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4579146785080044020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/04/quote-of-day-4-april-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 4 April &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-579107869831703221</id><published>2010-04-01T21:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:40:48.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling bling</title><content type='html'>I think I've been spending too much in the past few weeks zZz.... like over a hundred on random crap like clothes at penin, and more puzzles I didn't really need.. Sianded.. 2 weeks to payday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-579107869831703221?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/579107869831703221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/04/bling-bling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/579107869831703221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/579107869831703221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/04/bling-bling.html' title='Bling bling'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4678636912682449725</id><published>2010-03-27T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:42:47.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy brand!</title><content type='html'>Spent quite a sum today T_T No more shopping for me for at least 2 months man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up pretty late today, and went for haircut. Fucking cheebai must cut no.1, the shortest of all haircuts. Now it feels like if you put velcro on it, it will stick. Gay ass short =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with CS at 3+ at City Hall and went to Peninsula. Jalan jalan for a few hours, bought a plain long sleeved shirt, 2 $2 plain T-shirts(Happy brand! lmao), 2 pullovers(1 as a belated sister's b'dae present), and lastly, a plain white cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed over to plaza to order embroidery on the cap, ex like fuck, $15 for my 'J' on it, tomorrow must go Pasir Ris collect zZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Funan McD for dinner, and walked some more at Suntec. Bought a super hax(and cheap) mirror blocks there :D Then parted with CS at the bus stop at 10+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do pics tomorrow or some other time if I'm free and feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4678636912682449725?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4678636912682449725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-brand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4678636912682449725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4678636912682449725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-brand.html' title='Happy brand!'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5255989398480528438</id><published>2010-03-20T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T11:38:22.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 20 March '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Trying to understand more about the human with penis. Not only women are hard to understand / complex. The human race with penis are as equally hard to understand. I think that is the reason why it is said that Women are from venus and Men are from mars. Because women finds it hard to fully understand the theory and logic that men came up with while it does the same for men trying to understand a women."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koped from somebody's blog o.O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5255989398480528438?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5255989398480528438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote-of-day-20-march-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5255989398480528438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5255989398480528438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote-of-day-20-march-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 20 March &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1189995480449557727</id><published>2010-03-07T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:21:37.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 7 March '10</title><content type='html'>Play scissors paper stone with doraemon sure win, paper all the way - CS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1189995480449557727?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1189995480449557727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote-of-day-7-march-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1189995480449557727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1189995480449557727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/quote-of-day-7-march-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 7 March &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5462581091908654258</id><published>2010-03-07T09:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:09:39.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>While I still have hair..</title><content type='html'>Final blog entry before I enter NS.. I'm tired, stressed, worried, nervous, excited, and pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enlistment date is on Tuesday, which is less than 48 hours away. And I can't find the fucking god damn medical screening result thingy. I'm pretty fucking sure my mom kept it somewhere 'safe' for me, so safe that even she herself forgot that she kept it for me. I'm getting pissed at myself for not remembering exactly what happened to it, or where it is(if I indeed misplaced it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not fucking gone out to shop for the little necessities that I will/might need while in there, and I'm frankly too worn out to even think about it. Even if I do manage to scrape through and prepare all that crap, there's still adjusting to NS life. No hot water, severely reduced privacy, crazy whacked up daily routines, and to top that off, I have to worry about fitting in and seeing what kind of people I will end up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, the past few days have been shit really. the final all night session which was supposed to happen on friday got splattered all over the wall. CS fell sick, alright fair enough, at least he gave some notice. But what bout Benson? UNCONTACTABLE, or rather CONTACTABLE BUT REFUSE TO SHOW SIGNS OF LIFE. What the fuck is this? Text no reply, call no pickup, msn no reply, tweet no reply*, skype only got a 'talk to you later'. Fine you were busy I'll wait patiently. But you just fucking had to totally dao people for hours right? What's so hard about just informing somebody that you can't make it, or last minute don't want to go? You think what, sitting there wondering whether to get ready to suddenly rush out very fun issit? [sarcasm]Oh yeah it's damn fucking thrilling. Do it more pls thx [/sarcasm].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*you can still tweet within 10 minutes of me leaving you a message on twitter, using ECHOFON, which tells me you bloody damn well know I'm looking for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've become totally different, I'm sure you noticed. From your point it's probably 'YESS I IZ CLOSER TO GOD NAO, I KAN FEEL HIS LURVE!'. That's good yeah, no doubt, good for you. But from my point of view, and I'm sure people will agree with me, you've become distant, breaking away from the people whom you used to talk with all the time. There are other things I'll keep to myself on this subject, since you'll probably get upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya that's about it for this entry. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5462581091908654258?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5462581091908654258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/while-i-still-have-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5462581091908654258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5462581091908654258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/03/while-i-still-have-hair.html' title='While I still have hair..'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3489089648467747404</id><published>2010-02-22T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T20:56:08.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 22nd February '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Porn website why must subscribe, got free one why don't want watch? - CS aka durianana&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3489089648467747404?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3489089648467747404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day-22nd-february-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3489089648467747404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3489089648467747404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day-22nd-february-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 22nd February &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2008300116014662410</id><published>2010-02-12T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:32:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back... As usual</title><content type='html'>12th to 23rd feb.. Dad's back in Singapore for CNY. Going to be fucking annoying. Not helping that I have exactly 11 days of Blessing License left on AO.. Gone to waste =.=" Can't even enjoy my last sub-1 month of AO'ing before NS.. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Blessing License - expensive item that lasts for 30 days, basically without it, you can do shit at higher levels. Yay waste my time and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: 12th to 23rd*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2008300116014662410?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2008300116014662410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-back-as-usual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2008300116014662410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2008300116014662410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/hes-back-as-usual.html' title='He&apos;s back... As usual'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4202299074290925822</id><published>2010-02-11T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T03:23:53.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 11 February '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Never underestimate the stupidity of idiots"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://blogs.phoenixnewtimes.com/valleyfever/2010/02/pizza_sauce_leads_police_to_at.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4202299074290925822?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4202299074290925822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day-11-february-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4202299074290925822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4202299074290925822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day-11-february-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 11 February &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2391614466557422684</id><published>2010-02-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:01:23.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day - 2 February '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A teacher was teaching a class, when she noticed that little Johnny had brought his pet cat to class. So she asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Johnny, why did you bring your cat to school today?".&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Johnny picked up the cat stroked it gently and replied&amp;nbsp; "because I need to protect her, it will die!"&lt;br /&gt;Now the teacher was getting curious. so she asked. "Now why would she die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because..Because.." Johnny started..&lt;br /&gt;"Because my sister's boyfriend said to her"..&lt;br /&gt;"What did he say to her?"&lt;br /&gt;"He said.. I will eat your pussy"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot where I heard this, but meh, It's a good one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2391614466557422684?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2391614466557422684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-2-february-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2391614466557422684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2391614466557422684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/joke-of-day-2-february-10.html' title='Joke of the day - 2 February &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5387969480734103598</id><published>2010-02-02T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:01:33.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>Anti Redemption</title><content type='html'>Ranting post about the guild of faggots in AO called 'Redemption', a (almost) pure Singaporean guild. Why? Simply because they're.. well, them. Arrogant, cheap, rich, idiotic pack of noobs. What they have in common is their love for their guild, and the fact that they suck ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They have asked me over multiple times, and each time I rejected, they just had to make some sort of retarded remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Your guild sucks'&lt;br /&gt;'Your guild leader sucks'&lt;br /&gt;'Our guild better'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guild(Serenity), at the time, was amongst the most powerful guilds in the server, and of one of the highest leveled. With EVERY past leader they had, being closed beta players, with vast connections. While little noob redemption was left in the dust, following a crap ass leader who did nothing but item mall all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They are rich players, yet are often seen doing cheap shit, like trying to buy stuff waaaaaaay below the market value. If you want to rip off noobs, do it secretly, don't tell the world how cheapskate you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've conversed with a bunch of them, and most of them didn't give off the slightest impression that they'd be cool to hang around with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, they just had to step on my toes more. The Wanted Board is which require killing of 4 bosses, that reset everyday. It gives decent experience and a nice amount of gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came to one of the bosses, someone had already engaged it. No problem there, I'd just wait till it's been killed and respawned somewhere else. So when it respawned, a redemption nub took it before I did. Again no problem there, fastest first right? So I observed their fight. It went rather decently, them being in a party of 3. Two of them was okay, the other had a totally fail team with fail gears and fail levels, with a fail mindset(he build an exact replica of a famous team, and he used 2 monks in pve).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while down the line, mr. fail died. As expected, he'd be squished.&amp;nbsp; The best part was, he wasn't able to teleport. So he had to run a fucking hell long way back from the nearest town, while his teammates stalled and hogged the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job, you're a pathetic weakling, and you left it till the last minute to do this quest as if you could speed through it easily? Because of that, everybody who were powering through to finish this quest on time(before the daily quest reset) would fail. Oh, I failed 3 minutes too late today on the WB quest. How wonderful, because somebody just HAD to die, and waste some donkey shit amount of time getting back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Somebody said it's been overtaken by Malaysians. Now it's a MY guild. Nice, more negative points to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5387969480734103598?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5387969480734103598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/anti-redemption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5387969480734103598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5387969480734103598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/02/anti-redemption.html' title='Anti Redemption'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3077662279240098403</id><published>2010-01-27T04:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:48:46.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of J and T</title><content type='html'>It was just another day in Highstreet, I was just getting used to the place, having moved in about a month ago. The folks here were really nice to me, and fitting in well wasn't hard with a community like that. I had gotten to know a girl too, and I had a strong feeling she had taken a liking to me. She was always following me around, like how a dog would his owner, and trying to strike up conversations. But after a while, it got annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to just sit around school, where the cool kids were, but she somehow managed to persuade me to go to the beach with her. Women.. For some reason I always soften up to them, and she being somewhat cute, made it even harder to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in the mid afternoon as planned, and noticed that there was a decent number of people there, most of them were dancing with a partner, but some were sitting by the sidelines watching, with a lonely look in their faces. So, as if it were the natural thing to do, we found a spot in a corner, near the volleyball court, and starting dancing along to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God she was a really awful dancer. I wasn't that good either, but still much better than her. Our steps weren't in sync, and we kept tripping over one another and even occasionally falling! Deep inside I was praying for a miracle; for somebody, or something to save me from this tragedy. My new shoes were having it worse than me, being covered in sand and stepped on by her every other minute. I never knew a slim girl such as her could be so heavy. Despite all she was putting me through, all I could do was just smile and encourage her to try again, I couldn't bring myself to be mean and stop, seeing as she was enjoying herself. Alas, I needed a bathroom break, so I told her to give me a moment while I visit the gents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The washroom was a much better place to be than outside with that shoe-stepping monster. In there, I was taking my own sweet time; too much time in fact. Doing stupid things like pushing on the tap, and seeing how long it takes before it shuts off again, or complaining to myself aloud on how my feet hurt from her weight. After a while, I had a feeling that I was being watched. I spun around, and true enough, there was a man about an arms length away from me, watching me with a strange look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You okay buddy?" he asked, still having that strange look on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stoned for a moment, then nodded my head slowly. He probably thought I was mad. I felt like slapping that stupid look off his face for making me feel so awkward, but didn't, I just flashed a grin and sprinted out before he calls a mental institute or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once out, I slowed down my pace and glanced back to see if he was after me. I let out a sigh of relief when I saw that he wasn't there before turning back and accidentally bumping into another stranger in my haste. He was a tall and large bespectacled guy, pretty much towering over me, wearing baggy pants and a plain looking shirt. I've seen him around before, and if I'm not mistaken he was quite famous around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woah there fella, the matchmaking event hasn't even started. But registration is closing soon, you better be hurry along now. The booth is just over there" he said as he pointed a plump finger to a yellow table nearby. I could still see the remains of his booger on the nail of his pinky. Disgusting guy probably just picked his nose, tried to flick it off but failed, and is now going to try and wash it off. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I directed my attention away from the gold digger and back to what he said. What? Matchmaking event? Well, if it's going to save me from getting my feet stepped on again, why not? And if I might get to know a cute girl, all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign ups went smoothly, and soon the guys in the stupid looking hats that said 'crew' told me to go over to a girl wearing a name tag that says 'Tazzie'. "Who the heck is Tazzie?" I thought to myself. Must be one of the newbies. Highstreet is a relatively new place, and lots of people have come to visit. And some, like me, are moving in to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted my target quickly through the crowd, and shoved and pushed my way through towards her. Half afraid, half excited.&amp;nbsp; What kinda person is she? Does she step on people's shoes? Questions questions questions. Soon I'll have my answers. I stepped forward to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tazzie was quite a normal looking girl, looking to be about 20. With somewhat long black hair, and a cute T-shirt. She seemed to be enjoying the music being played, and was probably waiting for me to come along and join her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi' was all I managed, with an awkward smile. I was tongue-tied. What was I supposed to say? I'm was never a hit with the ladies, so I wouldn't know what to say the first time. Matchmaking is not my thing, never is, and never will be. So I awaited in bated breath to see what her reply would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bubbly 'Hiie" was her reply. Okay fine, it was more like 'Hi' with 10 i's at the back, like "Hiiiiiiiiii". Our hands met, and we started a couple dance like the rest were doing. There wasn't really any romantic chemistry, and I didn't think that I would&amp;nbsp; see her again after that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we hit it off really well, and that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Neither of us knew what laid ahead of us, and how close we would become in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait! What happened to the shoe-stepping monster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was having too much fun hanging out with my new friend, and totally forgotten about her. After I saw Tazzie home(she recently just moved into Highstreet yay!), I suddenly remembered. No wonder I felt something was missing; there was nobody annoying me and blabbering on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurried back to the beach, seeing as it was nearby, she was no longer there. Can't say it was my fault, I did tell her I'll be back, I just didn't say it was going to be 7 hours later! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3077662279240098403?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3077662279240098403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-of-j-and-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3077662279240098403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3077662279240098403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/story-of-j-and-t.html' title='The story of J and T'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8280970566650751794</id><published>2010-01-19T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T18:56:23.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>Bitching about whiners</title><content type='html'>I seriously hate the fag whiners I see all over preaching that staff characters in AO is OP, being able to tank, and having some powerful AoE and have healing powess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hell, I've been arguing with some of them, and it's ALWAYS the same ol thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fag: omigawd hi im nub, i want to whine today about staffs, they are CASTERS! whai can they stand in ze frontline liek pro melee tankers?&lt;br /&gt;J: Mana Seal them and you can spike them to death or critical hp in 1 turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this goes two ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) fag: noes cuz he'll switch his main away &amp;lt;- If you think they such fucking good tanks then why the fuck is it hiding at the back now? And it's probably not moving to the front again for the rest of the fight?! Gay ass imbecile contradicting himself&lt;br /&gt;2) fag goes on to the 2nd reason why they think staffs are OP(see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fag: omaigawdwtfbbq flame blow fuxed my pussy shit up it overpowered nerf it or i QQ moar and cry myself to sleep every night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to use FB, you must not have casted any magic with your main for the past 4 turns, and when you do, your main will be disabled for another 2-3 turns. The usual scenario when facing an opponent with brains is, they anticipate your FB, they seal you the turn before, and delay your AoE by 1 turn. Then probably you'll cast it when the seal wears off, and get sealed again by your opponent before you have the ability to cast any shit again(FB has high cooldown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, first 4 turns no magic, 1 turn of being sealed, 1 turn casting FB, 2 more turns of not being able to move, 1 turn of being sealed again. If you decide to use healing, you delay your next FB by 2(possibly 3 if opponent times his seal). More or less, you're playing 6-7 turns without able to use any healing at all if you want to use it.(that's 50% of the fight, average match length being 10-12ish rounds, less if somebody has serious damage dealing). I'm sacrificing my defensive healing(i'm supposed to be able to heal every 2 turns dammit) to do an offensive AoE spell. SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fag: you too powahfool u can heal heal heal at near end of match cuz you healer main and i dai cuz i kanot heal!&lt;br /&gt;J :dude, learn to heal your healer herself and keep her alive? Staff mains heal (a lot)less than a dedicated healing mercenary anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fag: staff main no skill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;read above=""&gt;&lt;/read&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does having to play without healing, and having to always worry about your main getting spiked, on top of remembering stun counters, and looking ahead into 1-2 of your opponents turns really require no skill? It's just some way of consoling themselves I think. Like 'it's not that I suck ass(but i really do), i have more skill than him. He only won because he's playing an overpowered character'. Idiots in denial, really -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your fucking brain, the time you spent whining about your shit could be used to train your skills in PvP or do something to fix the intellectual handicap that you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.45am now, kthxforreadingbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8280970566650751794?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8280970566650751794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/bitching-about-whiners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8280970566650751794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8280970566650751794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/bitching-about-whiners.html' title='Bitching about whiners'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-391508078937254845</id><published>2010-01-14T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:41:14.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 14 January '10</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;People will forget what you said, but they will never forget the way you made them feel.&amp;nbsp; -Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year 2 months and counting.. I have forgotten most of the stuff we talked about, but can never forget the way I felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-391508078937254845?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/391508078937254845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day-14-january-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/391508078937254845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/391508078937254845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day-14-january-10.html' title='Quote of the day - 14 January &apos;10'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-3557184405460264255</id><published>2010-01-09T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T18:00:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is being stalked o_o</title><content type='html'>A certain huge guy is reading through my blog nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu &amp;gt;_&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The new salt flavored toothpaste my family uses SUCKS! Lord have mercy that thing leaves a weird taste at the back of my mouth for the entire day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-3557184405460264255?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3557184405460264255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-is-being-stalked-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3557184405460264255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/3557184405460264255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-is-being-stalked-oo.html' title='I is being stalked o_o'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-7164748106309890905</id><published>2009-12-20T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:59:47.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squat, now!</title><content type='html'>Just thought of this while I was shitting earlier. Figured it was somewhat worth sharing, and hope to convert some people :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 reasons why squatting on the toilet bowl is better than sitting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The positioning makes it easier to poop to come out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Higher butt elevation, so when you drop atomic bombs, the water is less likely to splash all over your ass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Legs are open, meaning easier access to the asshole for wiping after, as compared with sitting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Face it, at home, your feet aren't so dirty as to dirty the bowl rims so much that it's rendered unusable by the next person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And outside(guys only), guys and girls have different toilets, and everybody wears shoes, stand to pee, and squat to shit. Think about it, even if the dirt from your shoe is on the toilet bowl, who cares, if the next guy comes, and he squats too, nevermind one what, since he's also wearing shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo Jt strikes again, nonsensical facts of life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out the crush vs fold debate of toilet paper, will let you guys know when I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-7164748106309890905?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7164748106309890905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/squat-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7164748106309890905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/7164748106309890905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/squat-now.html' title='Squat, now!'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1902127789482469559</id><published>2009-12-11T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T02:01:59.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 11 December '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;The pen is mightier than the sword. But the keyboard is mightier than the pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1902127789482469559?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1902127789482469559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-of-day-11-december-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1902127789482469559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1902127789482469559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-of-day-11-december-09.html' title='Quote of the day - 11 December &apos;09'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5311951815776445806</id><published>2009-12-09T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T16:08:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My current AO stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/Sx9a2rXqADI/AAAAAAAAARk/7vo5-Qtv6x4/s1600-h/AOcompiled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/Sx9a2rXqADI/AAAAAAAAARk/7vo5-Qtv6x4/s320/AOcompiled.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gogo moar hax pl0x! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5311951815776445806?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5311951815776445806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-current-ao-stats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5311951815776445806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5311951815776445806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-current-ao-stats.html' title='My current AO stats'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/Sx9a2rXqADI/AAAAAAAAARk/7vo5-Qtv6x4/s72-c/AOcompiled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1163416738484543459</id><published>2009-12-08T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:33:38.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update or so</title><content type='html'>Sorry to the frequent readers(if I have any) that I haven't been updating in a while, I've been taking my AO up a notch to keep ahead of CS. Gosh he's insane. I'll try to get the frequency of my posts back to what it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The category 'Adventures of Benson Liang' has been deleted. Better late than never I suppose. Entries can still be seen in the archives, but I've removed the category to make the posts in it a bit less easily found. It's about time I discontinued posting that kind of stuff. Although funny and a good interesting read for most, it was really mean of me to ask for Benson's opinion on me doing that. Hence, I'm letting them fall far deep into the depths of my archives, and only be found by the seriously hardcore readers(if any even exist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post up some AO updates within the next couple days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, me and CS(aka durianana) now skype pretty much all day long every day. Join us :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1163416738484543459?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1163416738484543459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-or-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1163416738484543459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1163416738484543459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-or-so.html' title='An update or so'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-6220663163589032668</id><published>2009-12-08T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:23:10.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>Marcoroni.. Zzz</title><content type='html'>Random ranting. Read if you want, if you don't, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over a week, NO instant noodles left at home, BARELY any snacks left, you RARELY cook, NO allowance for food, fridge is RUNNING LOW on stuff to cook. I've been cooking marcoroni for all 80% of my meals, and that's running out soon too. What kind of a mother are you? You fail, epicly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get Charlene(my sis) and HER FRIENDS to work in your restaurant, BUT NOT ME. So her bunch of friends take priority over your own son eh? No excuse for that, I'm more capable in manual labor than a bunch of under 16yo girls. Don't pull the stupid O level excuse on me, they don't have it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the world read this blog entry, and judge whose fault it is, yours or mine. The boy who had totally 0 interest in studies, or the mother who kept saying 'if you not interested drop out lah, save money on school fees", then begged me to stay in school when I got sick of it and took up your challenge to drop out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's hard on you with little financial aid from dad, who's overseas 90% of the time. But the extremes you go to to tighten your wallet are sad. Because of the shit you give me, I have to adapt myself and be super stringent on my wallet as well. You may never come to know the existance of this blog, much less read this entry, but I'll say it here. I hate you as much as I love you, and I hope you'll come to severely regret this, with or without reading this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm rude or disrespectful, so be it. It's much better for my mental health to let it out somewhere than to keep it all in and get some sort of random mental condition later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-6220663163589032668?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6220663163589032668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/marcoroni-zzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6220663163589032668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/6220663163589032668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/12/marcoroni-zzz.html' title='Marcoroni.. Zzz'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-9112015277797421951</id><published>2009-11-25T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:57:41.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><content type='html'>Did a clean download and install of Windows 7, and am currently downloading and reinstalling every single thing. Singnet fucking sucks, like seriously. My bandwidth is like throttled somehow, it NEVER goes above 130ish kb/s in total. I seriously doubt that this is the max for their 3mbps plan. In fact, this kind of max download speed is EXACTLY THE SAME as the previous 1500kbps we used to have here at home. Now I'm here trying to patch my AO, and re-download a crap load of programs at the same time, and it's depressing to see that they're barely moving since they're sharing the 130kb/s total download speed limit. Seriously must go fuck those wankers at singnet up -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my cash balance is getting a little low again, sigh. Really need some quick boost, I'm hoping that there will be some workshops for me to do, and seriously put in 101% effort to teach. I mean like, I think I did quite good on the third day of the previous set of workshops yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then also there's the DOTS thing. I'm really having serious doubts that the target is reachable. 40 pieces in 3 days, assuming 9 hours a day. Looks like I'm going to need to sell almost 2 pieces an hour on average to hit that. And to be honest, it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, this product is interesting, YES it is fun, BUT only for a while. Quite the same case as Rubik's Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buy*&lt;br /&gt;*twist twist*&lt;br /&gt;eh, quite fun ar&lt;br /&gt;*twist twist*&lt;br /&gt;ok sian. Waste my $15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I as a puzzle enthusiast, feel that this is not something worth playing in the long term, what makes Siva think the general public will? It's not as if it's $5 or something(which I think is it's actual value), it's fucking $20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 pyramid shape things with dots printed on them, in a plastic sphere.(they can fit and make a cube shape if you had 6 of them, but 1 is excluded so you can move(shake) the pieces around.\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm not the only one who thinks this product is unsellable. It's just that nobody voices it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already become my reputation. 'Jt ar? that fucker always speak his mind, he want to die or wat? abit(alot) attitude problem one'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the case on Rubik's Sg forum, where I said something has to be done about the solutions, AT LEAST make it white cross? The method is teachable, but it's the fucking CROSS COLOR! See the signs, nobodyy agreed with me, BUT nobody opposed me either, with the exception of 'her'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because why? They do agree with my opinions, they just are afraid that something bad might happen if they voice it. Like lose the job of being a helper or something. Or they just want to suck up to Eric, if he says something to reject the suggestion, they'll all stand up and agree with him like dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, think of it this way: $19.95&lt;br /&gt;Would you spend it on this ball of dices that you'll get bored of within half an hour?&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;Go ask the girl your like out for a movie, complete with popcorn and drinks and stuff. And FULLY ENJOY your time spent with her? Who knows, she might even let you walk her home, or something might blossom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-9112015277797421951?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9112015277797421951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/9112015277797421951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/9112015277797421951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8125405078331526203</id><published>2009-11-21T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:38:13.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot dot dot..</title><content type='html'>Went to that new shitty mall near bugis today for the 'training' for that DOTS promoter job. Aaron was a damn cool guy, siva doesn't seem to know how Singaporeans think, Crystal(sp?) was quite pretty o.o Had some ice cream which I thought was cake, then it just melted all over while siva was blabbering on and on :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be starting at either Century Square or White Sands comics connection every friday-sunday in December, after next week's competition. A little low pay tho, $4 an hour, approx 9 hour a day. $1.50 commission per puzzle sold IF we meet our target(40 pcs per weekend). So it could range anywhere from like $100+, to $160'ish a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you guys, the target will be hella hard to hit. $19.95 for a puzzle in a plastic ball, that can probably entertain you for a few hours tops. An absurd rice really. Probably good for X-mas presents that some people can give to their nephews/nieces, and entertain them for a while, but that's pretty much it. But it's not like those people will actually patronize CC in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope everything goes nicely, and I get 4/4 weeks sales target done, and get to help out in all cube workshops. At least make a couple hundred in this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this job affect me rather negatively in AO. No goonzu farming, no time to take advantage of weekend 150% bonus exp. I'll be taking a huge blow to my AO income, both wealth and exp wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8125405078331526203?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8125405078331526203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/dot-dot-dot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8125405078331526203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8125405078331526203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dot dot dot..'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-2696944327355051110</id><published>2009-11-20T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:06:11.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>AO Goals for December '09</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: If you're not interested in AO, you can fuck off by clicking &lt;a href="http://wowomg.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (link recommended by neroflux, don't look at me; I'm innocent!), or just close this tab :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some update on my accomplishments over October/November in AO, and more goals for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merc - Current level -&amp;gt; Goal level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main - lvl 120 -&gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Lady Knight - lvl 120 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Spartan - lvl 120 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Prophet - lvl 120 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Exorcist - lvl 120 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Witch - lvl 114 -&gt; 116&lt;br /&gt;Viking - lvl 120 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Monk - lvl 119 -&amp;gt; 120&lt;br /&gt;Oracle - lvl 116 -&amp;gt; 120&lt;br /&gt;Cannoneer - lvl 118 -&amp;gt; 120&lt;br /&gt;Inventor - lvl 117 -&amp;gt; 120&lt;br /&gt;Archer - lvl 117 -&amp;gt; 120&lt;br /&gt;Janissary - lvl 113 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Minstrel - lvl 101 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Beast Master - lvl 114 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Second Monk - lvl 100 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Spearman 1 - lvl 100 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Spearman 2 - lvl 100 -&amp;gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Hwarang - lvl 94 -&amp;gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafting goals:&lt;br /&gt;Instrument - 85 -&gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Spear - 85 -&gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Staff - 85 -&gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Bow - 85 -&gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Cannon - 86 -&gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Gun - 85 -&gt; Done&lt;br /&gt;Axe - 56 -&gt; 85&lt;br /&gt;Sword - 59 -&gt; 85&lt;br /&gt;Book - 60 -&gt; 66&lt;br /&gt;Scroll - 8 -&gt; 51&lt;br /&gt;Mana stone - 1 -&gt; 51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done = No goals, either because there's not much point, or they're already high leveled, or the goal is already achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Goals:&lt;br /&gt;7x Perm Merc Room License - Done&lt;br /&gt;4x Perm Inventory License - 0/4&lt;br /&gt;+8 or above Phoenix's Lance - Not done&lt;br /&gt;Michael's Wings - Not done&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix's +2 Armor+pants for 3x Melee mercs - 6/6 Pieces - Done&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix's armor+pants for 4x ranged mercs - 0/8 Pieces&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix's Gauntlets for 3x melee mercs - 0/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 4/5 of the mercs which I've set the goal at lvl 120 mercs(oracle being exception), it would require about 11 runs of the Hwarang questline. Currently I'm limited to only a few runs because of the lack of collection points needed for it. But I should have enough by end December. When I'm done with that, the oracle should be 119, tho sadly not 120.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material farming for the few pieces of Phoenix gear I need would stretch take as long as mid December, and then some more weeks for the crafting itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the the high +'d Phoenix's Lance goal, by my estimate it'll cost me &lt;b&gt;at least&lt;/b&gt; 600+ Atlas Ores, which is about 2.4 billion gold, or $90 sgd(2.4b seems easier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crafting goals aren't that important as of now. I'll just analyse slowly for the 2 big ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-2696944327355051110?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2696944327355051110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/ao-goals-for-december-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2696944327355051110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/2696944327355051110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/ao-goals-for-december-09.html' title='AO Goals for December &apos;09'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1502992496209545334</id><published>2009-11-19T07:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:41:35.426+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke of the day'/><title type='text'>Joke of the day - 19 November '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;A blonde was having a holiday in Florida, where it's famous for alligator skin products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fine morning during her stay there, she was trying to bargain for more favorable prices. But to her dismay, there seemed to have a no-haggle policy; all of their prices were firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'm not paying that much for a pair of alligator shoes! I'll just go to the swamp and catch one myself and get myself some shoes!" she yelled, enraged at the absurd prices of the shoes the merchant was selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be my guest! Maybe if you're lucky you'll catch a big one and get more shoes outta it!" he yelled back, annoyed at her idiocracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, while the merchant was driving by the swamp, on the way home after a day of work, he spotted the blonde. She was waist deep in the water, with a shotgun in hand, hunting alligators like she said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a 9 foot swam towards her from behind at alarming speed, ready to strike! But the blonde was alert, she turned around and took aim, then proceeded to kill the beast in 1 shot! With quite a bit of effort, she pulled the dead alligator onto the shore, where there were many more dead alligators; trophies of her hunting powess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a big push, she flipped the creature over onto it's back, then exclaimed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it! This one is also not wearing shoes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Muttons to Midnight&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1502992496209545334?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1502992496209545334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-of-day-19-november-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1502992496209545334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1502992496209545334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/joke-of-day-19-november-09.html' title='Joke of the day - 19 November &apos;09'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-821350221182759743</id><published>2009-11-07T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:08:19.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you want</title><content type='html'>Somewhere there's speaking&lt;br /&gt;It's already coming in&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's rising at the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;You never could get it&lt;br /&gt;Unless you were fed it&lt;br /&gt;Now you're here and you don't know why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But under skinned knees and the skid marks&lt;br /&gt;Past the places where you used to learn&lt;br /&gt;You howl and listen&lt;br /&gt;Listen and wait for the&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of angels who won't return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's everything you want&lt;br /&gt;He's everything you need&lt;br /&gt;He's everything inside of you&lt;br /&gt;That you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;He says all the right things&lt;br /&gt;At exactly the right time&lt;br /&gt;But he means nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;To put you together&lt;br /&gt;You're waiting for someone to push you away&lt;br /&gt;There's always another wound to discover&lt;br /&gt;There's always something more you wish he'd say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll just sit tight&lt;br /&gt;And watch it unwind&lt;br /&gt;It's only what you're asking for&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be just fine&lt;br /&gt;With all of your time&lt;br /&gt;It's only what you're waiting for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the island&lt;br /&gt;Into the highway&lt;br /&gt;Past the places where you might have turned&lt;br /&gt;You never did notice&lt;br /&gt;But you still hide away&lt;br /&gt;The anger of angels who won't return &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am everything you want&lt;br /&gt;I am everything you need&lt;br /&gt;I am everything inside of you&lt;br /&gt;That you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;I say all the right things&lt;br /&gt;At exactly the right time&lt;br /&gt;But I mean nothing to you and I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-821350221182759743?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/821350221182759743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/821350221182759743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/821350221182759743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/everything-you-want.html' title='Everything you want'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-4158609904749970358</id><published>2009-11-06T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:52:27.379+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the day'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day - 6 November '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"People believe in lies because they want it to be true, or they are afraid they might be true." - Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A quote from the wizard in the show 'Legend of the Seeker'. It's damn spot on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-4158609904749970358?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4158609904749970358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote-of-day-6-november-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4158609904749970358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/4158609904749970358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote-of-day-6-november-09.html' title='Quote of the day - 6 November &apos;09'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1728498260681000152</id><published>2009-11-06T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:38:53.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just me</title><content type='html'>I'm going back to being me. To stop thinking about things that won't happen, to become the pro slacker I always have been, where it takes more than some crazy riddles to fog up my head. I'm not going to think so deeply into things anymore when it's unnecessary. If someone wants me to know something he/she will tell me, and not leave puzzles and hints right? Yes yes.. Must be it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just me, nothing more. The slacker, gamer, drama lover, procrastinator, sadist and whatever I always have been. The kid with a problem with authority. Unless you're a girl who can win my heart, don't bother trying to change any of that. Kthxbai shoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1728498260681000152?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1728498260681000152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-just-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1728498260681000152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1728498260681000152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-just-me.html' title='I&apos;m just me'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5159571431933870126</id><published>2009-11-04T21:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:47:48.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Land of Smiles</title><content type='html'>As most of you may know, I was away to Bangkok, Thailand from the 28th to 31st of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, on with the pictures! I'll just post the more interesting ones here, the rest will be uploaded onto Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changi Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF4TGk62RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c7O_SnJimms/s1600-h/PA280587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF4TGk62RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c7O_SnJimms/s320/PA280587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis's glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF4m1huh9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/__9isC-wMTM/s1600-h/PA280589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF4m1huh9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/__9isC-wMTM/s320/PA280589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wearing sis's glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF4-zLDbLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2RyZ7lkdw9M/s1600/PA280588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF4-zLDbLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/2RyZ7lkdw9M/s320/PA280588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's attempt at looking goofy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGBmNnKRII/AAAAAAAAAKs/hjSpdjSlJcg/s1600/PA280602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGBmNnKRII/AAAAAAAAAKs/hjSpdjSlJcg/s320/PA280602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF_F6MhDjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/x9BCSBQlCVE/s1600-h/PA280603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF_F6MhDjI/AAAAAAAAAJw/x9BCSBQlCVE/s320/PA280603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF_SEDy9dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7KowQKNIoH0/s1600-h/PA280605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF_SEDy9dI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/7KowQKNIoH0/s320/PA280605.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF_gk-oYgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gchnp3lS0K4/s1600-h/PA280614.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF_gk-oYgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/gchnp3lS0K4/s320/PA280614.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGDoc7LuTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Q6Ne-FxakYA/s1600/PA280636.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGDoc7LuTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Q6Ne-FxakYA/s320/PA280636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special room for smoking in the airport o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGEBbtW59I/AAAAAAAAAK8/0ACD2ypLrBM/s1600/PA280644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGEBbtW59I/AAAAAAAAAK8/0ACD2ypLrBM/s320/PA280644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left was our cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGEFThquPI/AAAAAAAAALA/VGIuIDORO-0/s1600/PA280653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGEFThquPI/AAAAAAAAALA/VGIuIDORO-0/s320/PA280653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Centre Point LangSuan, serviced apartments! &amp;lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGFZGDV8BI/AAAAAAAAALc/pZIMjvIqTuI/s1600/PA311144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGFZGDV8BI/AAAAAAAAALc/pZIMjvIqTuI/s320/PA311144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGFgC_pm3I/AAAAAAAAALg/03dLh6DsnQo/s1600/PA311147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGFgC_pm3I/AAAAAAAAALg/03dLh6DsnQo/s320/PA311147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were greeted warmly with glasses of fruit punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGMcGU-drI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/x8XweEmuffc/s1600/Photo258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGMcGU-drI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/x8XweEmuffc/s320/Photo258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGMf43fgsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/unC8JkQPOWk/s1600/PA311119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGMf43fgsI/AAAAAAAAAOY/unC8JkQPOWk/s320/PA311119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGMhjcGC3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/0OnZ57QJ7Ew/s1600/PA311121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGMhjcGC3I/AAAAAAAAAOc/0OnZ57QJ7Ew/s320/PA311121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room(Ok fine this wasn't taken on the first day, so the sheets are crumpled up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGIUZlpNkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Zum5YC7qjyQ/s1600/Photo243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGIUZlpNkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Zum5YC7qjyQ/s320/Photo243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy glass shower, and bathtub! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGIhoAvVLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T4hHKvHY5p8/s1600/Photo244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGIhoAvVLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/T4hHKvHY5p8/s320/Photo244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGIsNX-cDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/slyITFnETyQ/s1600/Photo245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGIsNX-cDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/slyITFnETyQ/s320/Photo245.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to next morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant next to the reception lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGLAcoeqWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B9YYckerhPQ/s1600/PA280670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGLAcoeqWI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B9YYckerhPQ/s320/PA280670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having buffet breakfast everyday ^^ Quite a decent spread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGSs7hZ8LI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dgNoIvFt_0c/s1600/Photo205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGSs7hZ8LI/AAAAAAAAAQg/dgNoIvFt_0c/s320/Photo205.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNhsxvq7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/1Cp3UQltT4M/s1600/PA300955.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNhsxvq7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/1Cp3UQltT4M/s320/PA300955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNl4SiyzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tk_BF8FmM3w/s1600/PA300957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNl4SiyzI/AAAAAAAAAPY/tk_BF8FmM3w/s320/PA300957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the carving on the watermelon(Oh btw, the watermelon seeds there can't be easily swallowed.. I was spitting out like 4-5 seeds everytime I took a bite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNdSWbsWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/f87kXnd38PE/s1600/Photo259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNdSWbsWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/f87kXnd38PE/s320/Photo259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the stuff I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNuzbfWjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TdyPkmPsvHA/s1600/Photo247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNuzbfWjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/TdyPkmPsvHA/s320/Photo247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disturbing looking omelette that tasted pretty awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGOJolQBlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1WkXQVMnFmE/s1600/Photo250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGOJolQBlI/AAAAAAAAAQA/1WkXQVMnFmE/s320/Photo250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNz61QokI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gMbJjxAMkw8/s1600/Photo248.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGNz61QokI/AAAAAAAAAPg/gMbJjxAMkw8/s320/Photo248.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGN6h8xgfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/QhQuw03pZ0w/s1600/Photo249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGN6h8xgfI/AAAAAAAAAP8/QhQuw03pZ0w/s320/Photo249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- To be continued --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;=== Ignore the stuff below this line, I'll sort it out tomorrow after I get my beauty sleep =) ===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGTmuFLQVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/w45o2zegMRY/s1600/Photo273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvGTmuFLQVI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/w45o2zegMRY/s320/Photo273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5159571431933870126?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5159571431933870126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/land-of-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5159571431933870126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5159571431933870126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/land-of-smiles.html' title='The Land of Smiles'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SvF4TGk62RI/AAAAAAAAAI0/c7O_SnJimms/s72-c/PA280587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5124106689912564763</id><published>2009-11-04T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:55:46.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>Change is the only constant</title><content type='html'>Goderic getting mad today woke me up. It's time for a change. All the crap I've been doing for so long, has been for my own pleasure; flaming people, gaming during ANCS, slacking whenever I get the chance. All that seriously needs improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'll leave the house 2 hours early instead of 1.5, and make sure I move about the workshop room instead of keeping myself dedicated to a row. Screw the stubborn fuckers who refuse to move on and catch up with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, if they want to take their bloody time solving the first layer OVER AND OVER AGAIN and not let me do it for them, and instead ask me the same question over and over again due to their short term memory,.. leave them, and move along to the people who are actually practicing the step the instructor is teaching. And then go back IF there's no one else that requires help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE, YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW WHAT EACH TURN DOES, JUST DO IT! Each workshop is only 1.5h, there is already barely enough time to go through and show you how to do each step, and you still want to know all the specifics?! Why can't you people just make things easy, and learn how to solve the cube with that piece of paper, then figure out how it works by yourself at home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, I've been accused of flirting by Goderic just now. And in the online world, some people have labeled me as a 'player'. That has got to change also. Maybe talk less to girls? I don't flirt, I socialize!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent ANCS's have pretty much turned into gaming sessions instead of cubing sessions, leaving poor Benson all lonely. In all future ANCS's, for a start, I shall do at least 1 average of 100, and 5 other average of 12's. At least not let the poor belly boi feel left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bitching about SOME people]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that won't be changing anytime soon though, is my problem with people who have power and authority(Yes, not all, but a good percentage). You fucking pieces of shit scheming behind my back are shameless. If you have a problem with me, voice it out, and tell me where improvements can be made. God damn it, (the two of) you know who you are, telling others not to invite me to help in such events just because you notice that I'm lazier than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just assume everybody knows how to do this, how to do that from the get go, like some sort of pre-programmed computer. Instead of trying to make the damn thing work, you return the goods, or kick it aside like trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't name names, but you know who you are. Just to clarify, I'm NOT referring to Goderic and Malvin. At least they've been supportive and helpful in some way. Hmm I wonder who else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for your information, your reputations are not as clean as you think. There are people that dislike you. I've already suspected you two masterminds have been plotting against me long ago, and today I just confirmed it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this? I'm openly voicing my opinions for everyone to see, not scheming and badmouthing you behind your backs. I don't give a fuck how popular you are with everyone around you, but if you're to do such crappy things, I suggest you do some self reflection like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll figure out some other ways to improve my character, as a person later on. And hopefully, you guys will see me in a better light, and maybe I'll see you two in a better light as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Bitching about SOME people] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, if I myself don't think that I did better than this morning, I'll seriously think about retiring from all cubing workshops, demos, and competitions, and only go to outings and ANCS's. Be a pure casual cuber and screw all these serious mambo jumbo stuff. If I can't be of help, or people think it's not enough, then maybe I'm better off sidelined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I 'might' have wronged one of the 2 people, he doesn't seem that anti-me now, but the other one is still a disappointment&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5124106689912564763?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5124106689912564763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-is-only-constant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5124106689912564763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5124106689912564763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/11/change-is-only-constant.html' title='Change is the only constant'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8211495631414566396</id><published>2009-10-28T03:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T18:22:39.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Bangkok, Thailand!</title><content type='html'>I'll be gone for 4 days starting today, October 28, till the 31st on a vacation to Bangkok. Don't miss me too much :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8211495631414566396?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8211495631414566396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/off-to-bangkok-thailand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8211495631414566396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8211495631414566396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/off-to-bangkok-thailand.html' title='Off to Bangkok, Thailand!'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-8511511542498577657</id><published>2009-10-27T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:30:47.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><title type='text'>Why didn't you...!!!</title><content type='html'>Damn pissed already, I handed a RuneScape account over to SOMEBODY(over 1900 total level mind you), and all he does is whine about how some stats are not high enough and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 3's have this, lvl 3's have that, that guy has 99 in this stat, that guy has 99 in that stat. This guy has money, I am poor. Are you so damn fucking good, and better than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, PROVE IT, and I'll respect you more for that. Outdo the standard I set over a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no, SHUT THE FUCK UP. That account has like what, 100x the total amt of exp of all your RuneScape characters added together, or close to it? If you wanna whine about a low skill, how bout you go train it up to the level you want and stop bitching at me? FYI pretty much every single skill in that account is way higher than what you originally had, and is much more effective in making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No money? What puts you in the position to bitch about it? You didn't do shit, and got to play on it for nothing. You have an account with 1 year of semi-hardcore playing worth of stats FOR FREE, and you want more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me questions about that stupid game day in, day out. I've quit that game, I don't (want to) know about it, and I don't give a damn. You want to ask me questions, ask me about AO or stuff I care about(genuine questions only kthx). If it's RS, I don't want to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a computer with nice specs, and you waste it on a java game.. Sheesh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-8511511542498577657?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8511511542498577657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-didnt-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8511511542498577657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/8511511542498577657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-didnt-you.html' title='Why didn&apos;t you...!!!'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-5218975048239378249</id><published>2009-10-24T16:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:37:38.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum Ting Wong</title><content type='html'>Learn Chinese in 5 minutes! Wait, there's sum ting wong with the stuff this picture is teaching o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SuK8MLKpzKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZOAJJy2Dypk/s1600-h/my6BR.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="367" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396082220885200034" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SuK8MLKpzKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZOAJJy2Dypk/s320/my6BR.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-5218975048239378249?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5218975048239378249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/sum-ting-wong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5218975048239378249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/5218975048239378249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/sum-ting-wong.html' title='Sum Ting Wong'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yVweuaOFL0/SuK8MLKpzKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZOAJJy2Dypk/s72-c/my6BR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2244000277894687325.post-1569680157370404508</id><published>2009-10-16T08:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:39:45.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gaming'/><title type='text'>East Coast Dreams</title><content type='html'>Found this really nice song while playing JamLegend earlier, and found that it was not really hard, so I tried taking a video of a perfect score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTzwJiFvyj8"&gt;Video here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with before, not going to embed because it'll stretch out over the sidebar on the right :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2244000277894687325-1569680157370404508?l=life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1569680157370404508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/east-coast-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1569680157370404508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2244000277894687325/posts/default/1569680157370404508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-love-and-lies.blogspot.com/2009/10/east-coast-dreams.html' title='East Coast Dreams'/><author><name>Jt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03118709756641983239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xOSFQYx__Y4/Tp7MkGq0POI/AAAAAAAAAcg/gMvHsoKDydM/s220/P1010677.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
