<?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-18943431</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:59:35.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-727496138672803119</id><published>2008-02-03T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T23:41:15.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad singing</title><content type='html'>Nearing insanity, Mr Hugepincer has recently switched to looping melodies of impecabble taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/7gIZ4_bqxO0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/7gIZ4_bqxO0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/oOxsNAjeN-A"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/oOxsNAjeN-A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/YSDuw3CFyAw"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/YSDuw3CFyAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/R4cQ3BoHFas"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/R4cQ3BoHFas" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special bout the end, but the tone of swearing's always good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/S-cRB6xfhak"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/S-cRB6xfhak" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-727496138672803119?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/727496138672803119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=727496138672803119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/727496138672803119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/727496138672803119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-singing.html' title='Bad singing'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-6610549776563502573</id><published>2008-01-24T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:50:34.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipsen and Colin</title><content type='html'>"Ipsen and his good friend Colin worked at a tavern in Treno. One day, Ipsen got a letter. The letter was so wet from rain that most of the writing was illegible. The only part he could read said 'Come back home.'. Nowadays, we have airships and stuff, but back then, it was really hard to travel. He didn't know why he had to go back, but he got some time off, gathered his things, and set out on his journey home. He walked a thousand leagues through the Mist. Sometimes he was attacked by vicious monsters, but he made it, because his friend Colin was by his side. And then, after much time on the road... He had to ask Colin something:&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you come with me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Only because I wanted to go with you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-6610549776563502573?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/6610549776563502573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=6610549776563502573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/6610549776563502573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/6610549776563502573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2008/01/ipsen-and-colin.html' title='Ipsen and Colin'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-4730131979917585145</id><published>2008-01-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:54:38.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small excerpts on life</title><content type='html'>After one hectic week I think I'll post these small but nontheless heartwarming stories here to recenter myself in life. I'd like to credit every original author of these little stories, but sadly, after countless fowards, its hard to trace. So due credit goes out to whoever you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blind Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind.&lt;br /&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He's always there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying, "Just take care of my eyes dear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how human brain changes when the status changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father and Son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 86 year old man was sitting on the sofa in his house along with his 45 years old highly educated son. Suddenly a crow perched on their window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Father asked his Son, "What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son replied "It is a crow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, the Father asked his Son the 2nd ime, "What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;The Son said Father, I have just now told you "It's a crow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a little while, the old Father again asked his Son the 3rd time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time some expression of irritation was felt in the Son's tone when he said to his Father with a rebuff. "It's a crow, a crow, a crow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little after, the Father again asked his Son the 4th time, "What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the Son shouted at his Father, "Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times 'IT IS A CROW'. Are you not able to understand this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later the Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since his Son was born. On opening a page, he asked his Son to read that page. When the son read it, the following words were written in the diary :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the little child asked him 23 times "What is this", the Father had felt no irritation in replying to the same question all 23 times and when today the Father asked his Son the same question just 4 times, the Son felt irritated and annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents attain old age, do not repulse them or look at them as a burden, but speak to them a gracious word, be cool, obedient, humble and kind to them. Be considerate to your parents. From today, "I want to see my parents happy forever. They have cared for me ever since I was a little child. They have always showered their selfless love on me.They crossed all mountains and valleys without seeing the storm and heat to make me a person presentable in the society today".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Explained&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, God created the dog and said: "Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog said: "That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years, and I'll give you back the other ten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God created the monkey and said: "Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monke! y said: "Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said: "You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said: "That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. How about twenty, and I'll give back the other forty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, God created man and said: "Eat, sleep, play, marry, and enjoy your life For this, I'll give you twenty years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But man said: "Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back? That makes eighty, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," said God, "You asked for it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years, we slave in the sun to support our family. For the next ten years, we do monkey tricks to entertain the grand-children. And for the last ten years, we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is not just focusing on good feelings ... but love. What is love then?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are blind to see the goodness of our spouses and deaf to hear their kind words for us. A nice story to share......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. "Why?" he asked, shocked. "I am tired; there are no reasons for everything in the world!" I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can't even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally he asked me:" What can I do to change your mind?" Somebody said it right, it's hard to change a person's personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : "Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let's say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said:" I will give you your answer tomorrow... ." My hopes just sank by listening to his response. I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear, "I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further.." This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love travelling but always lose your way in a new city; I have to save my eyes to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have the cramps whenever your "good friend" approaches every month; I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your Tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand... and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do... I could not pick that flower yet, and die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting... and as I continue on reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favourite bread and fresh milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread.... Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone... That's life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model; it could be the dullest and boring form... Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands... and that's our life... Love, not words win arguments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A soul mate is the one with whom you could sit with without saying a word and walk away feeling like that was the best conversation you have ever had."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BILL was a big, awkward, homely guy. He dressed oddly, in ill-fitting clothes. There were several workers at the factory who thought it smart to make fun of him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, one of them noticed a small tear in Bill's shirt and gave it a small rip. Another worker added his bit and, before long, there was quite a ribbon dangling. Bill went about his work and as he passed too near a moving belt, the shirt strip was sucked into the machinery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a split second, Bill was in trouble. Alarms were sounded, switches pulled and trouble was averted. The foreman, aware of what had happened, summoned the workers and related this story:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my younger days I worked in a small factory. That's when I first met Mike. He was big and witty, always making jokes and playing little pranks. Mike was a leader. Then there was Pete, a follower – he always went along with Mike. And then there was Jake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a little older than the rest of us – quiet, harmless, apart. He always ate his lunch by himself. He wore the same patched trousers for three years straight. He never entered into the games we played at noon, wrestling, horseshoes and such. He appeared to be indifferent, always sitting alone under a tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was a natural target for practical jokes. He might find a live frog in his lunch box or a dead rat in his hat. But he always took it in good humour. Then one fall, when things were slack, Mike took a few days off to go hunting. Pete went along, of course. And they promised that if they got anything, they'd bring each of us a piece.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were all quite excited when we heard that they'd returned and Mike had shot a really big deer. We heard more than that: Pete could never keep anything to himself, and it leaked out that they planned to play a joke on Jake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike had cut up the deer and made a nice package for each of us. And he'd saved the ears, tail and hoofs ... it would be so funny when Jake unwrapped them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike distributed his packages after lunchtime. We opened ours and thanked him. He saved the biggest package for Jake. Pete was all but bursting and Mike looked very smug. Like always, Jake sat by himself, on the far side of the big table. Mike pushed the package over to him and we all waited.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was never one to say much. You might never know that he was around for all the talking he did. In three years, he'd never said a hundred words. So we were all quite astounded when he took the package firmly in his grip and rose slowly to his feet. He smiled broadly at Mike and we noticed that his eyes were glistening. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down for a moment, then he got a hold on himself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew you wouldn't forget me," Jake said, "I knew you'd come through! You're big and you're playful, but I knew all along that you had a good heart."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swallowed again, then took in the rest of us. "I know I haven't seemed too friendly with you men, but I never meant to be rude. You see, I've got nine kids at home, and a wife who's been an invalid for four years now. Sometimes when she's real badly off, I have to sit up all night to take care of her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of my wages have had to go to doctors and medicine. The kids do all they can to help out, but at times, it's been hard to put food in their mouths. Maybe you think it's funny that I go off by myself to eat. Well, I guess I've been a little ashamed because I don't always have anything between my sandwich.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or, like today, maybe there's only a raw turnip in my lunchbox. But I want you to know that this meat really means a lot to me. Maybe more than to anybody here because tonight my kids ..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wiped the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand, "... tonight my kids will have a really ..."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake tugged at the string. We'd been watching him so intently that we hadn't paid much notice to Mike and Pete. Suddenly, both of them dove at once to try grab the package. But they were too late. Jake had broken the wrapper and was already surveying his present. He examined each hoof and ear. Then he held up the tail ... it wiggled limply. It should have been so funny, but nobody laughed.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part was when Jake looked up and said "Thank you" while trying to smile. Silently, one by one, each man moved forward and quietly placed his package in front of Jake.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foreman stopped and looked around him. He didn't have to say any more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Urban Legends Section&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to solve this problem (1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When NASA began the launch of astronauts into space, they found out that&lt;br /&gt;the pens wouldn't work at zero gravity (ink won't flow down to the writing&lt;br /&gt;surface). To solve this problem, it took them one decade and $12 million.&lt;br /&gt;They developed a pen that worked at zero gravity, upside down, underwater, &lt;br /&gt;in practically any surface including crystal and in a temperature range &lt;br /&gt;from below freezing to over 300 degrees C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did the Russians do...?? They used a pencil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to solve this problem (2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most memorable case studies on Japanese management was the case of the empty soapbox, which happened in one of Japan 's biggest cosmetics companies. The company received a complaint that a consumer had bought a soapbox that was empty. Immediately the authorities isolated the problem to the assembly! line, which transported all the packaged boxes of soap to the delivery department. For some reason, one soapbox went through the assembly line empty. Management asked its engineers to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-haste, the engineers worked hard to devise an X-ray machine with&lt;br /&gt;high-resolution monitors manned by two people to watch all the soapboxes&lt;br /&gt;that passed through the line to make sure they were not empty. No doubt,&lt;br /&gt;they worked hard and they worked fast but they spent a whoopee amount to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when a rank-and-file employee in a small company was posed with the&lt;br /&gt;same problem, he did not get into complications of X-rays, etc., but&lt;br /&gt;instead came out with another solution. He bought a strong industrial&lt;br /&gt;electric fan and pointed it at the assembly line. He switched the fan on,&lt;br /&gt;and as each soapbox passed the fan, it simply blew the empty boxes out of&lt;br /&gt;the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-4730131979917585145?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/4730131979917585145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=4730131979917585145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/4730131979917585145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/4730131979917585145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2008/01/small-excerpts-on-life.html' title='Small excerpts on life'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-2245935069862842354</id><published>2007-12-31T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:33:15.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school attacks</title><content type='html'>Ok so I got a new skin. But yay, I'm too lazy to go through the code and tie up loose ends -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I need a plan to deal with VJC's O1 onslaught. I'm breaking down all modes of attack and defense. I might escape from the zombie invasion aka O1!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attacking stance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mouth&lt;br /&gt;+Bite. Effect: Does to unsuspecting OGL and OG member, 7.5 dmg.&lt;br /&gt;+Shout. Effect: You can use this to shout, make a fuss, and simply walk out of O1.&lt;br /&gt;+Swear. Effect: Bonus move when added with Shout.&lt;br /&gt;+Spit. Unlearnt.&lt;br /&gt;+Madman's holler. Effect: Surely will get you straight out of O1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Headbang. Effect: Headbang your way through the waste of O1. Deals 20 damage to anyone in your line of attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trusty throwing axes. Effect: Throw into crowd blocking your escape. Deals 45 points of damage, with an added 30% bonus to instakill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Shoes X2.&lt;br /&gt;+Melee. Effect: 5-10 damage + stink effect.&lt;br /&gt;+Range. Effect: 15 damage, but loses 1 shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Raw fists. Effect: 30 damage and 45% chance of concussion effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fencing swords, dual wield. Effect: Does 40 damage per hit. Apprenticeship in this field grants an additional +75% to hit, as well as +50% instakill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Call an enlightened friend. Because you just can't kill a horde on your own. Effect: Comes with advanced raw fists and mouth training. Your perfect buddy for dishing out real damage! +100 damage when buddied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Hair-pull.&lt;br /&gt;+ On yourself. Effect: Activates crazed bloodlust. +25% damage dealt.&lt;br /&gt;+ On zombies. Effect: Frustrates opponent for 5 sec.&lt;br /&gt;+ On your enlightened friend. When you run out of hair. Effect: Nothing, but hair is lost anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defensive techniques:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chest of Valour. Ironically for those who know. Effect: +15 fortitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mind from Hell. Effect: Practically immune to OGL's incessant requests for you to go back and be an enthupig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tongue of Truth. Effect: Repels OGL's attack with the stinky truth of O1's fun value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gloves of faith. Face it, you didn't have a shield. Effect: Protects main attacking arm. +5 defence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Fleetfoot footpad. Effect: Allows flee/escape rolls with a +25% bonus of succeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Body smells. ATTENTION: Only available after 4 hours of OGL zombie slaying. Effect: 25% chance to repel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Anti-enthuness recruitment drive. Effect: Turns undead/fallen ones over to the side of supposed goodness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Cups of corn. Effect: Knowing and seeing it all, you're granted +75% protection against corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Forgetting.You already forgot the name of the OGL that called you, as well as the name of your OG zombie-fying body part house. Effect: Effectively forgets everyone in your OG. Bonus therapeutic effects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping the rest as a secret =p Some things you just can't put on blogs. Either way, I'm looking foward to being back in my safehouse by 12pm noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape the terror, those still awake! Here it comes!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I always had my secret weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A359nkMAGRk/R3i3S6YCCXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LGUVPUDfjB8/s1600-h/steampunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A359nkMAGRk/R3i3S6YCCXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LGUVPUDfjB8/s320/steampunk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150067709433743730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-2245935069862842354?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/2245935069862842354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=2245935069862842354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/2245935069862842354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/2245935069862842354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-to-school-attacks.html' title='Back to school attacks'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A359nkMAGRk/R3i3S6YCCXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LGUVPUDfjB8/s72-c/steampunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-536488377002728593</id><published>2007-12-28T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:31:09.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Hell, I mean School</title><content type='html'>Oh crap going back to school again. What a big bummer -_- Sigh apparently I'm in Valour (how *cough* unoriginal!) and the smaller group or whatever u called it was ginsych/ginseng w/e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I just watched the worst movie ever, aka I Am Legend. Ok interrupted by gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;u? theodore?&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;haha i'm gonna be so bored and alone...&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;no lah u gt rhoda..&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;well orientation sux&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;btw wad u think of her??&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf us wrong with u lol?!&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;u want the email i give u make u happy&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;i have liao&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;...where from haha&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;she gif lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALSO,&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;btw u noe edward rite??]&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;edward which one?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;loke?&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;loke kar chun&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;a lot of gals say he is despo&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahax&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;damn despo some more&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;er who say one?&lt;br /&gt;one more week to sch... everything passes so fast... btw i am in theodore!!! yay!!!. says:&lt;br /&gt;a lot of ppl&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hugepincer || says:&lt;br /&gt;haha like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway as I was saying, I Am Legend sucks. The storyline went like this:&lt;br /&gt;Ima in ma red cool car drivin' down the road. And shootin stuff...Then I go home.&lt;br /&gt;Before ma red cool car, then suddenly became black van, i lose my wife and kid (i 4get his/her sex) in helicopter crash. Me colonel man, wtf this happen?! I very sad...very sad...&lt;br /&gt;Then I become pro at the lab man ya know? I catch one not-fcuking-scary-at-all rabies human shit and put her in the lab. And ya knoe, I keep doing the experimentin, cuz its cool. I also like ma guns if u didnd notice em shit all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;Then this Ana biatch and her personality-less SOB came alone man. She very irritatin, I toss her food on the floor. Then at night, those not-fcuking-scary-at-all zombies/rabies shit come knox on me door. Then wtf man they climb the roof and break into house! Then lyke that, I dieded. &lt;br /&gt;Later, serum with Ana biatch, she take it to a sanctuary in the mountain. Totally cool man...NOT! Like WTF that such bad ending man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're looking for a tear-jerker and a horror-thriller, you're hitting the wrong movie. Try Million Dollar Baby for drama, or 28 Days Later for zombie apocalypses. Ok look, what the magic ingredient is is not what's in the movie, but how's the movie presented. That totally makes the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-536488377002728593?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/536488377002728593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=536488377002728593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/536488377002728593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/536488377002728593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-hell-i-mean-school.html' title='Welcome to Hell, I mean School'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-5932847871392067014</id><published>2007-11-21T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:40:54.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 89% Tortured Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/genius-5.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You totally fit the profile of a tortured genius. You're uniquely brilliant - and completely misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;Not like you really want anyone to understand you anyway. You're pretty happy being an island.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouatorturedgeniusquiz/"&gt;Are You a Tortured Genius?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; 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And it's a feeling you've learned to like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest power: Your superhuman brain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your greatest weakness: Your lack of empathy - you just don't get humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play well with: Zombies&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmonsterareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Monster Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Centaur&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/centaur.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you are a very cautious and reserved person.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are also warm hearted, and you enjoy helping others in practical ways.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great teacher, and you are really good at helping people get their lives in order.&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive, and you go with your gut. You make good decisions easily.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who Should Paint You: M.C. Escher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/mc-escher.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open and raw, you would let your true self show for your portrait.&lt;br /&gt;And even if your painting turned out a bit dark, it would be honest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartistshouldpaintyourportraitquiz/"&gt;What Artist Should Paint Your Portrait?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Rule Saturn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/saturn.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturn is a mysterious planet that can rarely be seen with the naked eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are perfect to rule Saturn because like its rings, you don't always follow the rules of nature.&lt;br /&gt;And like Saturn, to really be able to understand you, someone delve beyond your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not an easy person to befriend. However, once you enter a friendship, you'll be a friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;You think slowly but deeply. You only gain great understanding after a situation has past.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetshouldyourulequiz/"&gt;What Planet Should You Rule?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Pessimist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/pessimist.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things are going good, you can always imagine how they will turn for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;And when things do happen to be bad, life is like a dark pit you can't crawl out of.&lt;br /&gt;One bad moment can ruin your day, and you think one bad week can ruin your life.&lt;br /&gt;Things are much better than they seem. Just take time to see everything that's going right.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/"&gt;Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 68% Politically Radical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouapoliticalradicalquiz/radical-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're political views are just plain weird. A little far left, a little far right, and a whole lot of radical.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapoliticalradicalquiz/"&gt;Are You a Political Radical?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-5932847871392067014?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/5932847871392067014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=5932847871392067014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/5932847871392067014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/5932847871392067014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-quizzes.html' title='More quizzes'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-6279293587243370374</id><published>2007-11-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:32:14.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizilla</title><content type='html'>Boredom Killer: Quizilla. Especially when you've a boring project on hand, this site's the perfect excuse for slacking -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much of a DORK are you?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a HUGE dork! Completely adorkable! Rock on! Being a dork is so much fun! Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Son of Pork!! (Dork))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your destiny?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your destiny is to write things that will inspire people. The way you possibly write touches life itself. Maybe because since you were young you've always loved to read. You may very well be the next John Steinbeck or Nathaniel Hawthorne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Are You Destined To Become?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is in your future!You love to learn and share a whole new world of learning with others!You most likely will become an English Teacher. Thats awesome, it's my favorite subject.I hope i have you as a teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How mature are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICEBERG: 90% of your mass is below the surface...and, no, i'm not saying that you're fat. you have deep thoughts and understand the meaning in life. you are wise beyond your years. it sometimes annoys you when people act immature...you wish you could find someone as mature as you...someone that understands everything going through your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Perhaps its so. No company beats bad company anyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How 'Weird' Are You??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definetly...out there. No offence to you, but I am guessing that you are not classified as normal and are a very original person. You probably are very creative or have a different way of looking at things. Overall, you would be a 8-10 on the 'weird' scale.This isn't really a bad thing, unless you were hoping to get 'extremely normal'...if you did...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you a goody goody or a rebel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try hard, but you don't always give things your all. You know when to pull up your socks though and you know when to have some time off. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you low, medium, or high maintenance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're low maintenance. This can be a good thing, but it can sometimes be a very thin line between low maintenance and TOO low maintenance. So be careful and maybe spend a little more time in the mirror, and a little more money on clothes to make sure that you don't fall into the TOO low maintenance category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your dream vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brrrr! Did it get chilly in here? You don't care. You'd love going to a ski resort for a vacation and snowboard, ski and just sip hot chocoa by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you really hiding inside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are hiding your sadness with apathy. all those tears are bottled up and are waiting to come out, but you don't want anyone to see you cry. my suggestion is cry at night silently when you are the only one awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's a really good suggestion! I'm sure to keep that in mind...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What obsolete skill are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 'Gregg shorthand'. Originally designed to enable people to write faster, it is also very useful for &lt;strong&gt;writing things which one does not want other people to read&lt;/strong&gt;, inasmuch as almost no one knows shorthand any more.You know how important it is to do things efficiently and on time. You also value your privacy, &lt;strong&gt;and (unlike some people) you do not pretend to be friends with just everyone; that would be ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt;. When you do &lt;strong&gt;make friends, you take them seriously&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;faithfully keep what they confide in you to yourself&lt;/em&gt;. Unfortunately, the work which you do (which is very important, of course) sometimes keeps you away from social activities, and you are often lonely. Your problem is that Gregg shorthand has been obsolete for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I like the bolded parts. The italics...well I be still working on it =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Power is Compatible With You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power is: Clairvoyance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation: Your power is that you can look into the future and see what is coming. How far and long you can look is all depending on your skill level. This can, as all powers, be used in both evil and good. Even if it may seem like a boring ability it is a huge responsibility for the carrier, becase they are constantly tempted with doing the wrongs deeds (e.g. cheat on a test). It takes high morals to not be brought down with it. Therefor you fit with this power quite well. You take responsibility and do what is the right thing to do. This does not make you a saint, since you're only human after all. But it makes a trustworthy person and you are loyal to camrades and/or team mates. In school you were probably a good student. If you were social varies from person to person, but most clairvoyant people tend to prefer their own company or that of close friends and family. That is because you are wise and knows how to treasure the reliable in your life, since you know popularity can be a false element. You are also not that big on taking risks and prefer what is already explored. That is because you don't like suprises, they can turn out bad and then you won't be in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative aspects: Since you're always doing the right thing and being trustworthy all the time you can become frustrated. Also, all that you carry on your shoulders may stress you out. You need to relax to be in good mental shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-6279293587243370374?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/6279293587243370374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=6279293587243370374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/6279293587243370374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/6279293587243370374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/11/quizilla.html' title='Quizilla'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-1872009462313047788</id><published>2007-11-12T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:53:32.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday work</title><content type='html'>Sigh good holiday work's few and far between T.T My cousins seem to be having a swell time though, and they're working at the same mall! Marina Square Charles &amp;amp; Keith and Suki Sushi's Yuki Yaki (or Yaki Yuki I don't know xD). But seriously what am I expecting in working only for 4 months except data entry and flier-issuing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a good long talk with Andrea and she's telling me all the fun things at Yuki Yaki. Damm u lol got Chinese paper tmr and didn't tell me! See la talk until its 1.30am already -_- And I got that stupid stupid Nanyang Research Programme report to hand in tmr (more -_-). Anyway how I yearn to go back to humanity, to interact with NORMAL 16-19 year olds again...And not to mention meet cute girls in smexy uniforms =P Sorry I never really change haha! But really, I'm considering working as a part-time waiter, but being in VJ doesn't really give me this opportunity. Even working on Sat/Sun alone will be a BIG problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* Why do I even give a damm about scholarships. Then and now they're still looking for people who ace the grades and participate in "legitimate" and "goody-goody" CCAs.And who otherwise live with no life or with the false pretense of having everything in the world. Why? Because you need to be president of a CCA to be "successful", because you need to win 1st place in the 'wtf the name is' competition to be exemplary. Because you need a full set of distinctions to be superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I'm so sick and tired of this world we live in. &lt;strong&gt;Aren't you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always envisioned a world of near-perfect equality and harmony, yet its something I can never feel in this short life. Perhaps its something I still believe in yes? At 16 I already feel life is boring. Perhaps your sub-display message was right. "I live only for my family, anime and frens!" Haha then mine would be "I live only for my family and books". Aww I have no friends haha! xD That's cause I don't consider my closest friends as friends anymore. I elevated them to family yeah! And don't get me wrong I fucking hate studying. Books refers to the manga and literarary story books that I don't mind spending time with =p Especially those with dark humor eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have been skewed if not twisted life this two years in IP. Seems I've lived a double life here sigh. And so my IP years end just like this, without a bang and without a single true friend. Oh what a total waste of time -_- Perhaps its also my fault, since I don't know why I became so cynical towards people. Bad vibes, competitive atmosphere; I assimilate and replicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm going back to the library to enjoy solitude, though the VJ library holds no significance for me. No company beats bad company anyday. I still want to return to those days with you in the most peaceful and quiet places, but it seems I am cursed to lose the ones whom I really care for and those who understand who I am, myriad of personalities aside. There are so many ways for people to leave, but so little to return. But I will tolerate what ever shit you wish to pile on me, even as you tear those I love away from me time and time again. Because what I have now I shall treasure and protect with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I've had enough of this narcissistic tool called blogging, where people keep talking about how many "friends" they have, the "cool" and "wholesome" life they have. Oh sry cynical again.. (And its time I turned this place private. No use anyway haha no1 close blogs anymore) And I seriously dunno why the fuck I took economics instead of my beloved literature. I rmb this programme on CNA with this young guy making lots of money on En-bloc speculation lol. Not to mention I was thoroughly bored. What the fuck man! Sounds so dead compared to the universe in a single classic (I'm starting again haha nothing beats Classics, cheap and the best of all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah when did rattling bout having no jobs turn into a rant tirade? And my bad English again haha. I don't know when I put on this hardened shell. I don't know when I suddenly became introverted and cynical. I still don't understand why success is measured by the $$$ and the @.@! (sorry I dunno how to represent glamour and attention). Ever wonder why the keyboard has $ but no *heart*? There's only &lt;3, which seriously looks like a fat lip. Its broken in the center anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent seen people who are able to see beyond a hundren surfaces, only people who pride themselves of having a "very mature" world view. Anyway here's two songs that I like, both in lyrics and in style, as a small reward should u ever read till thus far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/oPAzZEQtf4/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/oPAzZEQtf4/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/LiRT9_Ibe1/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/LiRT9_Ibe1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-1872009462313047788?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/1872009462313047788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=1872009462313047788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/1872009462313047788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/1872009462313047788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-work.html' title='Holiday work'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-9148705200582258768</id><published>2007-11-08T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:38:36.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soothing melodies</title><content type='html'>Hmm Japanese Michelle Branch/Sheryl Crow? Haha sounds quite the same, and finally, no more broken English :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Life is Like a Boat' by Rie Fu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/n5G80qbgRNA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending 1 of Bleach. Eh sometimes I wonder whether I watch anime for the story or the OPs and EDs. 'Nobody knows who I really am'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But if I ever need someone to come along, I know you will follow me and keep me strong.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'The reason where you are here' by Rie Fu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/rGmR-T8W8SI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending 5 of D.Gray Man (at EP 55 I'm getting bored, with the main plot haha! Tad draggy). Simple video, but beautiful nontheless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'2 cm' by Rie Fu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/MGA7DcD7aaU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one really sounds like Michelle Branch I guess. But I don't get what the songs about. 2cm? Egg? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'5000 miles' by Rie Fu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/oP8UHJwCgR0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird video but the animals are rather cute haha. Speaking of animals and weird videos, Toybox comes to mind. Haha smoking a party-blower and the attention-seeking seagull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Toy-Box: The Sailor-Song &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/NDErgD9YNyc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-9148705200582258768?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/9148705200582258768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=9148705200582258768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/9148705200582258768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/9148705200582258768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/11/soothing-melodies.html' title='Soothing melodies'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-3875522113514791733</id><published>2007-11-08T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T01:05:14.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Music</title><content type='html'>Sigh this holiday. Why isn't it like the rest, why did you have to lose your allure? Anyway how much do you really know about Singapore English music? Not that S-Pop crap, since SG chinese music is already quite successful. It just figures, the money they pump into the industry. Anyway name this 3 songs offhand and hurrah(!), at least you know the local music scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song 1 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/3K2r3pqXEYw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, the title and band name is already there -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song 2 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/N-0a5R6i_Go" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least they're based here? That's kinda enough, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Song 3 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/f59ATP8-jNc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can never stop walking aimlessly. Sigh as usual this one shows the title, so not much of a challenge there is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-3875522113514791733?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/3875522113514791733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=3875522113514791733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/3875522113514791733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/3875522113514791733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-music.html' title='Singapore Music'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-9082208031439229782</id><published>2007-10-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:50:09.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the IP2 EOYs</title><content type='html'>Haha finally back here after a super long hiatus and initial decision to abandon this blog. Sigh, its always the same after the End-Of-Year exams, and I'm losing my motivation to study hard and all. After all if you really know me, my dreams are simple and have totally nothing to do with money...I think its quite easy to deduce this eh? Here, a nice present to those who like to compete like its the only thing you all have in life. Because I already think this world has gone to hell and is never coming back. So far I'm a whole 15 marks below my full potential for almost every subject. Do the math and its 15 X 5 = 75 marks. Congrats, you just lost a whole A1 -_- But such whining's getting me nowhere. Watch out for next year then =p &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A359nkMAGRk/Rxd3HAKMb6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QXkb0fIQoxk/s1600-h/faceless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122694063342776226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A359nkMAGRk/Rxd3HAKMb6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QXkb0fIQoxk/s320/faceless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Meanwhile I'll blog bout sth else I guess. Sadly D.Gray Man's coming to an end, at 52/62 subbed episodes T.T Overall a rather good anime I guess, though in many ways it reminded me of FMA (Full-metal alchemist), like how both Allen Walker and Edward Elric all tried to resurrect someone close to them and turning them into monsters. Even the organisations they work for haha in a way, the Black Order and the state military. But anyway, this series produced quite a few openings and endings. I'll list some of the better ones =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yume no Tsuduki He &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/UHPvEa22LPE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Innocent Sorrow &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/wxwILNNGQLo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this one's performed by Abingdon Boys School, if u rmb that crap LiveEarth concert, think they performed on the Japan one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Brightdown - Tamaki Nami &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/qbdT2gtQjbU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pride Of Tomorrow - June &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/vPNaACcjeGc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's one of the most stupid semi-filler episodes =p "emo fag =p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; D. Gray Man Episode 44 (1/3) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/dRxw3eHsW3o" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-9082208031439229782?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/9082208031439229782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=9082208031439229782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/9082208031439229782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/9082208031439229782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-ip2-eoys.html' title='After the IP2 EOYs'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A359nkMAGRk/Rxd3HAKMb6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/QXkb0fIQoxk/s72-c/faceless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-117033815630895702</id><published>2007-02-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:55:56.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Damm another backdated post! Proves how busy IP life can get -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th January 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Survivor Singapore today.&lt;br /&gt;Haha for $6 its rather good with the more lowbrow stuff to laugh about :) Obviously effeminate reporters are still the bulk of laughter lol. But the cast this time was much better than the last one...which was...Silence of the Kittens? I came out with a headache after that lol. Btw I think Phin Wong has a wry addictive smile haha, you know, the front critic on Arts Central?&lt;br /&gt;Haha since VS Literature's module encompasses plays too, saw some very familiar faces there =) Si Cheng, Brian, Jh, Ju Lian, Hassan, Suren etc etc. Heard they went to Army Daze too! Probably different day last year :( Onli Cheng, Brian and Andrew were left following us lol. Got abandoned by the rest aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Er here's some random pics that Jill took :) (I'm missing from some pics cuz as usual, I was late to meet up before plays haha!) Erm at least I look SLIGHTLY more photogenic now lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In totally random disastrous order...&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/320/517944/CIMG2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/1600/39390/CIMG2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/320/28103/CIMG2016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/1600/608227/CIMG2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/320/257725/CIMG2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/1600/53852/CIMG1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/320/780291/CIMG1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/1600/904131/CIMG2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/320/302009/CIMG2015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-117033815630895702?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/117033815630895702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=117033815630895702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/117033815630895702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/117033815630895702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/02/survivor-singapore.html' title='Survivor Singapore!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116791733201336523</id><published>2007-01-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:51:54.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary class</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Take That - Patience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/txtq29e7KQo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/txtq29e7KQo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP sent us to some culinary school today at Fort Canning Park. Kinda sad since SHATEC sort of changed management which in turn spiked the prices. Roy-kor's there in the afternoon today :( Hmm I didn't even know that old place had such a thing; kind of nice to have a school up there eh? Got to drink a few glasses of lemongrass tea. Tasted ok though, perhaps because I'm with tea and not coffee? Wine and not beer :) EARL GREY!! Wasted the afternoon on food carving -_- Ended up chopping the ingredients up instead. What fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience...is it what I need at this point of time? I...don't really know what I need...Where does your life lead you when you really want nothing out from it at the moment? When you think you're riding on one of the highest points in life and you decide that its not what you want at all...Where do you go from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wanna start over again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you wanna be my salvation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The one that I can always depend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll try to be strong. Believe me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm trying to move on, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's complicated but understand me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I...need time... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is numb has no feeling,&lt;br /&gt;So while I'm still healing,&lt;br /&gt;Just try...and have a little patience...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116791733201336523?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116791733201336523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116791733201336523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116791733201336523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116791733201336523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/01/culinary-class.html' title='Culinary class'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116783271491630273</id><published>2007-01-03T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:58:34.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school and Jun Han's naughty sister!</title><content type='html'>First day of school is a slack day as usual. Listened to some boring announcements and it was all over, just like that -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some great miracle, the internet speed seems faster than usual, finally, no more 10 second loading time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to see how Jun Han was doing and got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;=[Hugepincer]= hey&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= u ok?&lt;br /&gt;jun han- hii&lt;br /&gt;jun han- This is jun han's sister&lt;br /&gt;jun han- are you cute?&lt;br /&gt;jun han- sorry&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= o.0&lt;br /&gt;jun han- i can't control myself&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= ahaha nvm how is he?&lt;br /&gt;jun han- not as good as me&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= ok :P&lt;br /&gt;jun han- let's not talk about my bro&lt;br /&gt;jun han- let's talk about US&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= whee lol&lt;br /&gt;jun han- so how huge IS ur pincer?&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= big enough&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= u naughty gal :P&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= naughty naughty naughty&lt;br /&gt;jun han- im naughty, u wanna spank me?&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= maybe?&lt;br /&gt;jun han- I like decisiveness in my man&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= fickle-minded me, dirty-minded you;)&lt;br /&gt;jun han- u got webcam?&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= i'm not cute la&lt;br /&gt;jun han- never mind la&lt;br /&gt;jun han- i just saw your picture&lt;br /&gt;jun han- quite okay la..&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= mmm consolation&lt;br /&gt;jun han- tell me more abt urself&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= what aspects do you wish to know?&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= and don't u have sch today?&lt;br /&gt;jun han- im waiting for a level results&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= omg an old lady!!!&lt;br /&gt;jun han- waa, don't liddat lei&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= haha sry just had to do tt&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= i thought u were still in pri sch or sth&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= oops&lt;br /&gt;jun han- that's my youngest sis la toopid&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= say i stupuid :'(&lt;br /&gt;jun han- ok la sorry&lt;br /&gt;jun han- i had to do tt too&lt;br /&gt;jun han- hey don't be angry lei&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= eh i'm not angry wad&lt;br /&gt;jun han- play play only mah..&lt;br /&gt;jun han- Haha&lt;br /&gt;jun han- hey i gtg&lt;br /&gt;jun han- my bro having fever&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= ok see you&lt;br /&gt;jun han- ok&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= tell him on my behalf to get well soon :)&lt;br /&gt;jun han- Byebye hugepincer&lt;br /&gt;=[Hugepincer]= byebye wild scandalous girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Han's sister is...tsk tsk... haha. Wished someone else was as straightfoward in the sincere sense yeah? Silly me, that will never happen anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Haha bored people, crazy convos. Wanted to disguise myself as someone round and cute haha. Like:&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/1600/425306/PICT1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="191" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/320/243080/PICT1012.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, my table hasn't changed at all! Kind of sad to have a chopping board for a table mat haha. Its the green thing next to the telephone underneath the com game. And as usual, IT'S BOOKLESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that sotong drawing my brother gave me. Its that blue thing stuck on the chipboard. Sigh, how time flies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passed by Rivervale Plaza today and there was some gang fight going on with around 10 boys behind the KFC outlet. Heard that one got stabbed with a scissors real bad..There was some van-like paddy wagon there (Actually I kinda forgot the two words that means riot truck but heck). Sigh, but its already happened, so there's nothing to fret about... I don't think this will come out in the news anyway. Actually, why do such incidents even need to be reported?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116783271491630273?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116783271491630273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116783271491630273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116783271491630273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116783271491630273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-day-of-school-and-jun-hans.html' title='First day of school and Jun Han&apos;s naughty sister!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116757889769355408</id><published>2006-12-31T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:31:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Flying Duck by Cherry Filter &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/d9UpU44MMzY"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/d9UpU44MMzY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116757889769355408?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116757889769355408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116757889769355408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116757889769355408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116757889769355408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/12/flying-duck-by-cherry-filter.html' title=''/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116740464757710019</id><published>2006-12-29T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T23:28:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the holidays</title><content type='html'>How sad to see that the holidays are gonna end so soon. There's just 4 more sweet days... for homework -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework list:&lt;br /&gt;-Read the goddamm chinese book that has 98 pages lol&lt;br /&gt;-Do a book review on that book&lt;br /&gt;-Do that extra chinese paper because your chinese sucks and needs more brushing up&lt;br /&gt;-Work on some powerpoint group presentation for the chinese book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll rather do 5 times the workload on ANY other subject, but well, some things are just meant to be, with just one more year of Chinese :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrashed Andrea and Jun Jie on AuditionSEA! Haha not realli cuz I lost 2 rounds and besides, I'm not a regular there. Forgot a screenshot but got one that my brother took a long time ago. Ignore the name of the other guy lol. Its kinda like PercussionFreaks or Dance Dance Revo. , just that its all finger work. Quite easy game to master, but not when the song revs up to 165 bpm -_- Quite nice songs too, just that they censored one song and changed it to an instrumental lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there was this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get pissed on, shited on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we now know that although sex sells, disturbing images obviously does not haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/1600/26554/2006_8_19_11.24.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1883/1865/400/625702/2006_8_19_11.24.43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Broken Shards, Empty Hearts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You sit there, all dressed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiting for him to come along&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wait five, then another ten&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For what you believe is your godsend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when you see him there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your dreams and desires&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill your mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And purge all the senses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go through a night together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of just sitting there and staring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You find a thousand sweet dreams, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He finds you're wasting his time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even in your best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All out looking to impress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He walks out, not giving a shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even though the sky's devoid of stars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make your own, out of glitter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They prance with your surreal shimmer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The glitter falls, falls back to the cold Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're left there, solemn and devoid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like the dreams you've tried to live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stars fall down on that lonely field,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fragments that you just can't heal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But always know, when it falls away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't really...have to start from zero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116740464757710019?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116740464757710019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116740464757710019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116740464757710019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116740464757710019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-of-holidays.html' title='End of the holidays'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116697177735458775</id><published>2006-12-24T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T22:49:37.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2006!</title><content type='html'>Hmm its been a rather long time since I tended this place. Fixed the tagboard (thought not really I just reused the old one oops) and gonna work on those old links next. Looking at my last post, which was way back in November, its time to blog and get rid of the lazy inertia of not bothering to type anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet this year was ok generally, and luckily there was no rain during the BBQ :) The aeroplane game got boring after a while, with me just able to fly around and escape and getting shot down. Haha and that on the Xbox seems a bit of a letdown with the drab graphics and repetitive soundtrack. And yes, more ranting on the Zone-X at downtown east. I wasted a dollar on this dumb game whereby the gun was totally off target. You fire left and the bullet goes totally to the right of the screen. Great...so we just watched the guy getting shot by some dumb skeleton (which for your infomation was the SECOND enemy to appear!). Haha Zone-X and their old machines tsk tsk. Too bad the old bowling alley's gone now, good memories then sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my grandmother's place yesterday to visit. It was just my mom, brother, auntie Connie and andrea visiting but lovingly as they are, they cooked mee siam, yong tao foo and curry!! Haha and its really good too, so much that we brought home to eat today. Andrea kept playing this dumb fighting game where the character's attack sounded like: " Ah-AH-AAAHCCHIAO". Haha listened to that for about a whole half hour -_- Oh ya, and my uncle subscribes to EVERY SINGLE channel on cable!! (except the demandTV thing and crap) Since they've already gone to America (why do I lose so many people to America?), my grandparents got the whole TV to 'emselves. A jolly good life eh? Nintendogs were on their DS-es the whole day lol, and apparently although my brother played for a longer time, his trainer rank is so so much lower than andrea's! I brought books over to read but ended up slooping over the TV. Now, whatever happened to that Chinese holiday project book? Probably resting on the table lol. Honestly I can't even read the author's name. Is it &lt;em&gt;youyou &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;hanhan?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking for some e-cards when Cheng suddenly popped up with his webcam, then started introducing his cousins over at Malaysia lol. The thing shook so much that it kinda gave me a headache, but his auntie mm yee seems rather cool lol. And then he was off again... Probably having a party there or something, and a drink too much perhaps? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end off here for now. Justin asks me whether I have a girlfriend now. Well of course the answer is 'no'! Eh you sick little chubby bugger, wonder what you're up to tsk tsk =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing too look foward to is that school starts on wednesday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116697177735458775?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116697177735458775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116697177735458775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116697177735458775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116697177735458775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-2006.html' title='Christmas 2006!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116455214528872740</id><published>2006-11-26T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:42:25.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>1 whole month of holidays is finally coming to an end and I'm at odds whether it was good or bad. I shall summarise how recklessly I burned time over these past few weeks. Random order, as always..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Slack and chat on MSN&lt;br /&gt;-Rakion lvl 45, quitting at 46&lt;br /&gt;-Prepare for fencing competitions every 2 days of the week (lol so slack, and they put me in the team lol!)&lt;br /&gt;-Watch old, repeated animes and other late night programmes just because I dun want to sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Sing with a horrible sounding voice of totally uncompatible songs (hmm this is embarrasing...)&lt;br /&gt;-Stare and daze around&lt;br /&gt;-Go for occasional outings, gatherings, reunions etc. (I keep forgetting them till the last moment sigh, too much staring into blank space and dazing?)&lt;br /&gt;-Go to the arcade. Hey they fleeced me of at least $100 already. Especially tt X-Zone/Zone-X that took $5 and gave us 5 minutes of arcade time -_-&lt;br /&gt;-Read only 1 book. Actually that was a third of a book that I stopped since August. Oooh I still have this book on my table. Let me see hmm...Reader's Digest March 2005!! Guess I slacked off for a long time haha&lt;br /&gt;-PLAY POKEMON EMERALD!! Lol I got through the Hoenn Elite Four in about 3 days. Quite a bore now, since my pokemon are too weak for the Battle Frontier challenges, if you know what I'm talking about. Let me try to recall my line-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blaziken, lvl 60&lt;br /&gt;2. Aggron, lvl 59&lt;br /&gt;3. Ludicolo, lvl 59&lt;br /&gt;4. Rayquaza, lvl 75&lt;br /&gt;5. Flygon, lvl 45&lt;br /&gt;6. Wailord, lvl 40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know they're weak. But seriously, if you're that free to take them through the Elite Four dozens of times, they'll all be lvl 100 in about 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna train these two to replace the weaker ones above:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ralts, lvl 4&lt;br /&gt;2. Beldum, lvl 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Got a new blogskin. Lol this one was rather messed up when I ripped the codes. Took half an hr to get everything right.&lt;br /&gt;-Go swimming at least once a week. Exercise is a must :)&lt;br /&gt;-Oversleep. I'm seriously trying to cut down here, you know how it eats up life? 8 hours exactly! Well 2 days ago I slept 7 and a half. Yesterday it went back to 10 hours. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;-Cycle with a flat tyre. Hey I didn't know that the tyre burst ok? I had to cycle that old bike for at least 2km to get back home. Was good exercise though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December's gonna get real packed up, not like drab november. Then its back to drudgery for another whole year... Haha I can't stand the IP workload. For a person who didn't even lift a single textbook for PSLE and always studied 1 day before the exams, its really not something you want -_- Still, it MIGHT just kill the slackerism in me. It just might, because slacking is so frowned upon eh? Haha Nano, how'd you get that much enthuness and be able to sustain it? I should learn ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116455214528872740?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116455214528872740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116455214528872740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116455214528872740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116455214528872740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116386159651820521</id><published>2006-11-18T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:18:53.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicko justin lol</title><content type='html'>Hmm I think I shall blow Person 1's cover. Dun worry the rest won't be revealed, anw its no big deal :) Haha most of you should know him la, tt Justin Lim. Well let's see how going to the US can change a person :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-US quotes:&lt;br /&gt;-Eh what is a wet dream?&lt;br /&gt;-I just installed MSN (on 11th November 2005 -_-)&lt;br /&gt;-And the usual: You play Silkroad/WoW/Civilizations 4/GunZ/Rakion&lt;br /&gt;-Eh please stop calling me 肥油!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Btw GunZ and Silkroad sucks. You can't kill someone with 18(!!) shots in the first and I can't even register on the second (apparently I already registered 5 accounts lol?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US MSN convo picks:&lt;br /&gt;-Koreans girls are so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;-I remember Miss Lyana as one of the hottest teachers in VS (LOL omg now we know =P)&lt;br /&gt;-How's the quality of females in class? -_-&lt;br /&gt;-Nah I'm just a honest person (when accused of being a sicko)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha now we know wtf has polluted ur once innocent mind.. Haha too rampant a change tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, remember not to go to X-Zone or Zone-X who cares. They fleece ur $$ like mad. Cynthia and I went in, top up $8 and came out about 7 minutes later. Haha and their machines suck, most of which you can't even play... But at least the chalet's mostly ready :) Sigh I need to conserve more $$, cuz its gonna get real tight real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116386159651820521?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116386159651820521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116386159651820521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116386159651820521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116386159651820521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/11/sicko-justin-lol.html' title='Sicko justin lol'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116266048614414307</id><published>2006-11-04T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T01:14:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to random people</title><content type='html'>Hmm another year has passed and I simply have so many things to say to so many people in so many areas of my life...I think I'll pen them down here. Not in any particular order. Please do not feel offended and do not overspeculate on the anonymous person here ^^ No explicit references will be made, so don't think too much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1 (the cheery one):&lt;br /&gt;Haha hope you're having a fun time studying in the US. Ok I admit I'm real sorry in giving you my half-hearted answers on MSN whenever I'm busy. Have fun playing WoW (World of Warcraft) lol. After so many months you're probably of a rather high level :) Anyway have a fun time there, but don't forget the fun times you spent back here ok? Cheers!!! Haha you cheeky little fellow :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2 (miss emo):&lt;br /&gt;I...really don't know how to say or express myself around you... After opening up to each other you've gone back to take shelter and closed most conversation between us... Its probably hard to start everything afresh, but always remember, if you need any help, there's always me ^^ Don't always think you're alone and go through everything yourself, because there's more people who care for you than you think :) But now, you need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3 (the one behind the mask):&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know you at all. Seriously. Partly because I've become rather tough since VIP :( You seem rather happy to be here. Why? Are you living in deep illusions, masking the sadness around you? Now you chuck aside those once close to you once you've acheived most of your goals. Hypocrisy...yet what can I say? How can you be happy when the very people close to you are sad and miserable?! Are you really that unaware or simply ignorant? I cannot tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 4 ("some" good friend hahaha):&lt;br /&gt;Hey thanks for counselling me through these tough times in VIP! Haha I must have taken up much of your time asking you to listen to my laments lol. Sigh we hardly see each other since I'm so bogged down with loads of work :( Anyway thanks for listening to me and my angst. I hope you find yourself once again in the Christian faith and keep it burning strong!! And of course, have fun singing and jamming!! =D LOL hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 5 (the ever optimistic):&lt;br /&gt;For a person who simply talks a lot, not seeing you after so long sure creates a huge vacuum. I can't even talk to you online since you're hardly on MSN :( Haha sometimes you message me weird things at weird times. I remember all of a sudden you SMSed me asking whether I played "Pangya" or not. LOL Hmm wonder how you're doing now...Sigh I seem to be such a bad person, neglecting so many people... Anyway have a good time next year in Sec 4. Haha I know you're mugging hard to beat TAN CHAN WEI!! :P Well good luck at it at next year's 'O' levels ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 6 (silence creates distance):&lt;br /&gt;Hey the 'silent one' Haha hard to find a person more introverted than me. I know you've been through some rough times with some people in your class, but hopefully it will lighten soon... Anyway you kinda shocked us by saying: "She's a slut! She's from my class... Everyone calls her a slut." Hahaha tt was totally unexpected coming from you! Cheers to a great year ahead!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 7 (the REAL special one):&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. People close to me should know who you are, my love... It pains me to watch you cry inside while I can only do nothing... How can one be happy with rather decent grades when you're scoring rather...bad... We've been through quite a long and tough time together eh? How do we pick up the pieces and reconstruct the happy past when its shattered? For everything that has passed and the worst to come, I...will always be there by your side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 8 (hard crust, soft core):&lt;br /&gt;Haha always trying to be the cool one eh? Haha maybe you give people a harsh, cold outlook when you're not. Seriously around girls, you change a lot! The cool emo style. Haha I wish you would stop pressurising me to beat someone at academics. I simply can't focus all my energies. Maybe its because we both never tried. People misunderstand you too much... but there's a whole year ahead to set things straight ^^ Oh yes and thanks for some assignments over the past year (cough you didn't read this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 9 (selfish or exasperated?):&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what type of person you truly were until after "that day". It turns out that all you care about is yourself, yourself and yourself. People who still believe in you still look up to you, yet you push us away. What the fuck is wrong with you?! How can anyone be sick and tired when they have done nothing much? Revel in your false friendships and imagined happiness and I'll see how long they last. I really don't get why people interact with other people just to make themselves look popular and impressing "some people". How do you treat the ones around you, like fashion items that are thrown away as soon as they have no use?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 10 (the wronged one):&lt;br /&gt;Hey... I'm real sorry over the past year for my wrong, wrong actions. Perhaps we see things very differently. You're a tad pragmatic and sometimes people don't like it. But that doesn't mask the damage that I've done. Anyway, in whatever you do, don't forget to climb too high that it gets chilly cold. Its always possible to have a warm hut even up there for company ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 11 (the blur sotong):&lt;br /&gt;Yo! One year seems to pass so quickly. I still remember the times you thought that people here are too self-centered. I remember this: "(so and so) wouldn't tell me the exact length of (so and so's ) task." I wonder if you still feel this way, hmm. Hopefully not ^^ And I certainly hope you're not as blur as before! Haha take your time :P (No la you're not bimbo or anything haha) Just remember if you need any help I'm here =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 12 (angsty anger):&lt;br /&gt;You're scary when you flare up. (Wait a minte, so am I haha) You envy quite a bit (Haha I'm not free of this too). Maybe we've screwed up over the past year but next year's always good to look foward too! Sure its gonna be hell difficult but good things never come easy :) We never really knew each other until this year... But anyway, you've always got a listening ear here, even though I'm not a good consoler...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 13 (*Insert cursing here):&lt;br /&gt;*Insert a horrible message here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 14 (emo club):&lt;br /&gt;You've seem to become rather angry over this year... I seriously hope everything goes well with your parents once again. Sigh its hard to forget backstabbing bastards, but you still got your juniors to take care off. (Anyway you're retiring soon haha) So all the best for the 'O' levels :) Don't forget those around you who care ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 15 (mr. conservative):&lt;br /&gt;Its really hard to find someone who still doesn't have MSN in the 'digital age' lol. Haha perhaps why I did so well back there was because there was no pressure? Not because you're not smart, but because you're too nice I guess. I wonder how's your life now. Hmm... last time I saw you you're saying that VS (haiz hard to not make explicit references...) was dropping in terms of academic standards. Haha that's only one half of the key. To the person who always had so much time to juggle CCAs and studies at the same time, you've done an admirable job. LOL an A1 CCA report grade just after 2 years! You could quit but you didn't. People envy me because I'm happy, have good grades and have lots of time. Haha maybe I've forgotten that happiness was the key to success, going to the exams without any stress at all. I must learn from my experiences ^^ Oh yes, have fun singing and remember to beat, ahem, tan chan wei haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I've spend over an hour on this and I'm barely through. I'll come back to add more, that's for sure :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116266048614414307?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116266048614414307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116266048614414307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116266048614414307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116266048614414307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/11/words-to-random-people.html' title='Words to random people'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116230656317127368</id><published>2006-10-31T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:59:12.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good English standard in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Came across this entertaining complain letter at the Hyundai Motor Company bulletin board. (Don't ask why I was there...). Rather amusin =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"bad experience at ubi service center" &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;tan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On wednesday,time abt 4.35pm on the way back home to bedok.refresh that komoco have service center at ubi..so i call up to enquiry at side mirror which can't be adjusted.i call up a receptionist about my side mirror which can't adjust the mirror,first reply from her"are your side mirror knock by car".i feel so bad!!!just a side mirror cannot be adjust,why must ask me is knock by car???.then i tell her is only knock by car then can spoilt?.she pulse awhile ask me if can come down to service center is the best and there got service advisor get me some advise,service on wed up to 9 pm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At that time i drove there,time is going 5 pm sharp..i step in the service center and few guy your at the desk chit chat and i head to receptionist ask about how can help me to repair the side mirror...this she ask me again are my mirror knock by car then damage???...wow i so angry i tell her off ,only hit by sometjing then can spoilt??so shame that no educated the staff to speak with customer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;After this i take a number wait awhile nothing happen,no people press to call for number,just a 3 guy sat at their desk chit chat ,laughing.impatient me i walk near them,then a guy see me he then press button to call for number.i walk forward to them ask them about my side mirror which cannot adjust the mirror.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a happenning thing,they tell me spare part department "closed"they ONLY work until 5pm ,by tell them only mine car side mirror cannot adjust the mirror can repair ?somemore i tell them 'wednesday' service center, service car until 9 pm ,without seeing my car mirror is what happening .The advisor ask me to put paper to push up the mirror ,further more they told me "if i insist to send in my car by this time may not finish by 9pm maybe have to next day."i say cannot becos tomorrow i have to work but the advisor reply me ****BECAUSE KOMOCO ONLY HAVE 2 STAFFS TO DO SERVICING,COMPANY NO MONEY TO GET MORE STAFFS TO DO.*****i feel so fun :)...but how come the few advisor sit in their desk chit chat and do nothing ...do u think is a waste of komoco money !!!!!! i do speak on phone with Mr Heng tell him about this matter.....so waiting to what the outcome!!!!I FEEL BAD,BAD,BAD...DID NOT EDUCATE THE STAFF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116230656317127368?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116230656317127368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116230656317127368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116230656317127368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116230656317127368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/10/good-english-standard-in-singapore.html' title='Good English standard in Singapore'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-116178532028381356</id><published>2006-10-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:08:40.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fencing and lorries</title><content type='html'>What constitutes fear? Death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I almost got knocked down by a lorry today(night). Came home lugging some heavy bags from fencing while crossing the road home. You can say that we got so close that I could touch the grilles of the lorry. Even had time to hurl vulgarities and point some fingers haha. (oops it seems I forgot I was still in PE attire).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng says I'm brave, not feeling shock at all. Maybe that's not what I fear. Death? What is it to me anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, there seems to be a lot of people presuading me to go back to church all of a sudden. Mere coincidence? Haha we'll see how it goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-116178532028381356?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/116178532028381356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=116178532028381356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116178532028381356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/116178532028381356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/10/fencing-and-lorries.html' title='Fencing and lorries'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115823189055635235</id><published>2006-09-14T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:04:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Judgement</title><content type='html'>The Last Judgement- Michelangelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://snowmass.stanford.edu/~fred/trip/Rome/sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://snowmass.stanford.edu/~fred/trip/Rome/sw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115823189055635235?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115823189055635235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115823189055635235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115823189055635235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115823189055635235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-judgement.html' title='The Last Judgement'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115815862492640391</id><published>2006-09-13T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:43:47.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape with me</title><content type='html'>Its the examination drain. For the first time since Sec 1, I'm actually studying for the year-end examinations that is not one day before the test itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Firstly, there's no fixed day for one subject! Damm this makes revision time a day before the paper split between different subjects&lt;br /&gt;2) So much more heavier content! Especially humanities subjects, where I'll probably spend about 8 hours revising per subject.&lt;br /&gt;3) Even the maths and sciences are taking longer, with 6 hours per subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves me a minumum necessary time of 48 hours of revision time spread throughout the remaining 18 days that I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase I-The beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays- 2 X 3 hours = 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays- 0 hours&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays- 2 X 5 hours = 10 hours&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- 2 X 5 hours = 10 hours&lt;br /&gt;Friday- 2 X 6 hours = 12 hours&lt;br /&gt;Saturday- 2 X 13 hours = 26 hours&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- 2 X 3.5 hours = 7 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total= 71 hours. Excess time of 23 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its turning out good. Msn and Rakion will be locked down from today onwards. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 day charge- 4 X 12 hours = 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battleplans are ready to be rolled out. Then its party time! Stay strong during these ardous times, for we both know what's waiting after the coming 5 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Tomorrow-Orson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's go to a rave,&lt;br /&gt;And behave like we're trippin'&lt;br /&gt;Simply 'cause we're so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny hats, shiny pants-&lt;br /&gt;All we need for some romance,&lt;br /&gt;Go get dolled-up&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no line for you and me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause tonight we're V.I.P.&lt;br /&gt;(I know somebody at the door).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see that twinkle in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;You shake that ass and I just die,&lt;br /&gt;Let's check our coats and move out to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm dancing with you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Turn that music up&lt;br /&gt;'Till the windows start to shatter&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the only one who can get me on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just look at me, Silly Me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm as happy as can be-&lt;br /&gt;I got a girl who thinks I rock.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow there's no school,&lt;br /&gt;So lets go drink some more Red Bull,&lt;br /&gt;And not get home 'till about 6:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I'm dancing with you&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Turn that music up&lt;br /&gt;'Till the windows start to shatter&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the only one who can get me on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody here is staring&lt;br /&gt;At the outfit that you're wearing-&lt;br /&gt;(I) Love it when they check you out.&lt;br /&gt;Cover's only twenty bucks,&lt;br /&gt;And even if the dj sucks&lt;br /&gt;It's time to turn this mutha out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we're together&lt;br /&gt;When we're together&lt;br /&gt;There's no tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;There's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;When we're together&lt;br /&gt;There's no one in the world&lt;br /&gt;but you and me oh&lt;br /&gt;you and me oh&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115815862492640391?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115815862492640391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115815862492640391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115815862492640391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115815862492640391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/09/escape-with-me.html' title='Escape with me'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115771727381136759</id><published>2006-09-08T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:29:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaman King quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1883/1865/1600/Faust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1883/1865/320/Faust.jpg" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are the tragic couple that consists of Faust VIII and his deceased wife, Eliza. Your love may be here and gone in a flash, so make sure you are always watching out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a happy couple, and you are so in love with your mate that you would do anything for them, even conquer death. You are a tad crazy when it comes to this person, though, and anyone who insults your love will pay ever so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your love happens to get away, do not go insane. You could scare others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115771727381136759?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115771727381136759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115771727381136759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115771727381136759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115771727381136759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/09/shaman-king-quiz.html' title='Shaman King quiz'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115736911163104379</id><published>2006-09-04T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:25:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of Emotions</title><content type='html'>This song aptly describes what I feel about you. If you chance upon this site, I just want you to know that I have always loved you. I guess I was a fool to shy away from you, when you treated me so sweetly, to give up our paradise for nothing. Please, I need you now. I hope you still got that feeling going, because mine never ever died. Let's go back to what we were before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Omokage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kagami ni utsuru yokogao ni&lt;br /&gt;kimi o kasanete&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking.&lt;br /&gt;surinuketeyuku kaze no you ni&lt;br /&gt;tsukami kirenai&lt;br /&gt;Why is it you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;todoku koto no nai yubisaki&lt;br /&gt;hitori ni giri shimeteru&lt;br /&gt;kawasu koto no nai kotoba o&lt;br /&gt;yozora no hoshi ni nagashi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mou furimukanai&lt;br /&gt;Ah kanashimi sae setsunasa sae&lt;br /&gt;kimi to umareta akashi&lt;br /&gt;Ah tadayotteiru&lt;br /&gt;kokoro no kiri no hate&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nani mo iwanai kuchibiru no&lt;br /&gt;oku de kanjiru&lt;br /&gt;You are my true north.&lt;br /&gt;kimi no koe o kizandeiru&lt;br /&gt;kotoba ijou ni&lt;br /&gt;I know enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aishiteru to tsubuyaku yori&lt;br /&gt;kitto kokoro ga yureru&lt;br /&gt;koishiteru to tsutaeru yori&lt;br /&gt;kizuna ga fukaku natte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ima hitori ja nai&lt;br /&gt;Ah kanashimi sae setsunasa sae&lt;br /&gt;norikoete ike sou de&lt;br /&gt;Ah mune ni daita&lt;br /&gt;kimi no omokage ima&lt;br /&gt;I will take it there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mou furimukanai&lt;br /&gt;Ah kanashimi sae setsunasa sae&lt;br /&gt;kimi to umareta akashi&lt;br /&gt;Ah tadayotteiru&lt;br /&gt;kokoro no kiri no hate&lt;br /&gt;Ah kanashimi sae setsunasa sae&lt;br /&gt;norikoete ike sou de&lt;br /&gt;Ah mune ni daita&lt;br /&gt;kimi no omokage ima&lt;br /&gt;I will take it there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115736911163104379?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115736911163104379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115736911163104379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115736911163104379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115736911163104379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/09/song-of-emotions_115736911163104379.html' title='Song of Emotions'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115651603871299664</id><published>2006-08-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:27:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of rude teachers and fencing</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just think my dad is so cool! And so we both drove into school today, and I told my dad to stop opposite the bus bay, where parents usually drop their kids. Instead, we dropped next to the zebra crossing because I had my school bags as well as fencing gear to carry. And guess who dropped in? The one who shall take the pseudonym of Mr. Minimum. He had already parked his car there, and boy, its unlucky to have seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I tactfully avoided him, making a quick escape, I managed to overhear this little conversation between my father and Mr. Minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Winding down of window)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Minimum: Next time can you drop at the bus bay or not?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ok sorry. I didn't know I could not drop my son here.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Minimum (in a snide tone): Do you know that you might knock down students crossing the zebra crossing?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Ok I'm really sorry. Its just for today only.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Minimum: You think your son handicap or injured leg is it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! That's such a good example of a teacher isn't it? He's literally cursing me to be crippled. This totally follows the ethos of teachers. He sure took lessons out of the classroom. However, his lessons are always out of the classroom. But due to a preemptive tactic, I shall stop. You know, I could get sued for defamation you know. Maybe I'll leave a sweet note at the Teachers' Day tribute website. Its &lt;a href="http://teachersday.sg/"&gt;http://teachersday.sg/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my father naturally called the principal of VJC, Mrs. Chan. Being the caring principal that she is (no pun intented), she listened to my father's well-reasoned ramblings. And guess what she said? Its perfectly fine to drop there. We can even drop at the porch! As for Mr. Minimum's utter rudeness, we shall cross our fingers and hope for the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my personal tribute to the great principals that I have had so far. Firstly I'd like to thank Miss Poh Chwee Sian of SAJS for bringing this scrawny, mischevious little kid out of the worst classes and into what I am today. Or else, it'll be no surprise to anyone that I'll be in the normal stream given my conduct and grades. The principal who drove a small Toyata, have a great time at Australia! But please, I hate seeing the cane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up goes to Mr. Ang Pow Chew of VS. I remember the time you popped into the dental clinic haha. You're rather motivational, probably one of the best I've ever met. Though now you've left, have a swell time whever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, one sounds like popiah, the other bao, and the last one cake. (to be compromising)&lt;br /&gt;Delicious delicacies =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally comes the present Mrs Chan. Though I don't really know you, here's kudos to a good time ahead. Hope you don't leave in 3 years time! If not then I'll have 3 principals leaving school the same time as me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to fence later, and finally won 5-0! But too bad I couldn't stay to complete the mini-tournament. Hmm I'm improving, and finally using my long lunge range. Seems I need to parry with more force to beat the blade away more quickly. But that's a minor detail. Hmm I'll come back everyday to train after the end-of -year examinations! Got to make the bell guard full of scratches by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a sidenote, I'm manning the fencing booth at Family3 carnival at VJC on Saturday, 2nd September. What other kind of service can we offer except our very own sport?! We'll be using flimsy rubber beginner blades though, sorry to disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115651603871299664?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115651603871299664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115651603871299664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115651603871299664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115651603871299664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-rude-teachers-and-fencing.html' title='Of rude teachers and fencing'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115599624498944504</id><published>2006-08-19T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:08:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day at Tampines Mall</title><content type='html'>Went to Victoria Hall for IM today. And we're finally rolling out the solutions :). Didn't know Piao Han had the Da Vinci game on the computer. But it was rather historical though, in both senses. The game that felt exactly the same was the Harry Potter Playstation series, that was slightly more fun with regards to combat. The character just executes the same moves over and over again haha. And the allied AI stinks. She watches me get ganged by two guards haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attention! Postbag from the Comprain King has arrived. Forgive his extremely colloquail and sometimes rude uncouth language. He might have a tendency to hate people of bad character, although he's no angle himself. Once again he apologises for Compraining, but we all have to forgive him, as Compraining is the norm for Singaporeans.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went to Tampines Mall with my family. And wah lao, I tell ur ar, what a horrigible day there sia. First we went to that Teppanyaki Express joint (we thought it had gone bankrupt lol!), and there was this bitch who put here fat ugly handbag down at the seat there ar. And like wah seh, ppl come already nvr have the KINDness to go take away. I tell ur ar, I almost wanted to fling that bloody handbarg onto the stove and cook. "Opps that bag urs ar? Sry leh look like lubbish, I be good citizen take and throw for u onli =P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai I think I should not go arcade anymore, get headache onli. Like that 1 time ka-ching $15 gone liao. And almost all the games there all spoil 1. House of the Dead 2 one gun spoil. Virtual On one side of the joystick totally no use. Daytona manual gear spoil. And that weird off-road racing game that was super easy made me hold onto a metal steering wheel. (Haha silly me noticed after I put in the coin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to get some bubble tea from the new franchise, well you know? I decline to name it, but it seems they import all their workers from China. A similar Ramen stall also does this, if you get the drift? All to save the precious $$ that every1's after. But that's not the point ar, I tell u. There was a queue, but I dun think it was a queue leh, just one clump of people standing there waiting to be served. Like wah lao no law and order 1. I tot Singapore always like that one: Law by Law. How come no Law leh? So heng got 1 Malay guy go scold the workers there, but they dunno wad he tokin leh. Haha so farni when he scold, with those puzzled faces wondering why this man talk so loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later ar, go the most famous supermarket in Singapore, their worker sibei rude sia. Bump into my mother nvr say sorri 1. What the fuck is this man? Maybe I should have walked up to him and go push him until he fall and tio balooku then he know. And what that campaign in Singapore again? Harh?! Harh?! Something about quality service la. Honestly I'm so feeling the quality. You dun tell me u don't enjoy this quality ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this my mom went to Esprit to shop for some lipstick or sth wadeva. And there was this little empty mocha cup on that lipstick counter. Wow! Limbei super happy, didn't know they offered free drinks. Singapore got free goodie bag everyone go rush take. Got Buy 1 get 1 free also kiasu. Why down here no1 come and take? Its expensive coffee leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now that he has finished this long tirade of ranting, we shall summarise with this lovely little song that we can all enjoy by Good Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight&lt;br /&gt;You see the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different day&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows why this is happening&lt;br /&gt;But it's happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everywhere you go it's just a different place&lt;br /&gt;You get the same dark feeling&lt;br /&gt;See the same sad faces&lt;br /&gt;No one really cares that this is happening&lt;br /&gt;We come into this world&lt;br /&gt;And we are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment there's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;And there's no hope&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever changed&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen (seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in this place&lt;br /&gt;It's always been this way&lt;br /&gt;There's no one doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;So there's nothing changed&lt;br /&gt;And I can't live when this world&lt;br /&gt;Just keeps dying&lt;br /&gt;It's dying&lt;br /&gt;People always tell me, this is part of the plan&lt;br /&gt;That God's got everybody in his hands&lt;br /&gt;But I can only pray that God is listening&lt;br /&gt;Is he listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But living in this world&lt;br /&gt;Growing colder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stay perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;And there's no hope&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever changed&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen (seen, seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come into this world&lt;br /&gt;And we are all the same&lt;br /&gt;And in that moment there's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're living in this world&lt;br /&gt;Growing colder everyday&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stay perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is black&lt;br /&gt;And hearts are cold&lt;br /&gt;And there's no hope&lt;br /&gt;That's what we're told&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back&lt;br /&gt;It won't be the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever changed&lt;br /&gt;By the things we've seen (seen, seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight&lt;br /&gt;You see the same damn thing it's just a different day&lt;br /&gt;And no one really knows why this is happening&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115599624498944504?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115599624498944504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115599624498944504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115599624498944504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115599624498944504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/08/bad-day-at-tampines-mall.html' title='Bad day at Tampines Mall'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115555495859554050</id><published>2006-08-14T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:38:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grafitti on the bus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The funhouse, non partisan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is grafitti on the bus vandalism or art? Normally its the former, but how exciting if its the latter. At least it entertains us with little bites of entertaining information. Besides "Call 9/8******* for free sex", "I love Beverly loads", "Steve is a gay" or the most common "f**k you" (kindly censored), occasionally we see some interesting statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was this sketch on a table of a horribly naked girl, drawn rather to precision. (I'm not an expert on this, mind you). What are our youngsters up to this days? Then there was another darker patch inscribed with an all to familiar word: Censor! Can't help it though, sometimes Singapore has rather lowbrow art. Think of the most popular plays in Singapore. The blackbox sell-outs are usually those stereotypical picturesque perfect families going to some happy imported play. When it goes local, sexual plays can be said to be rather popular. &lt;em&gt;Lovers' Words&lt;/em&gt;, an R(A) production on alternative sexualities by The Fun Stage totally sold-out on all 5 shows! Talk about it being fun! Literally. But that's not the point. Are we so cajoled into a drab, boring life that there was so much furore about Brokeback Mountain? What about Dick Lee winning this year's cultural medallion, with his snide comments in response to critics deeming him unworthy of the award? I hear pointless arguments filled with overflowing pride, of which the mere purpose is to display one's superiority. It gets tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the topic of grafitti. Singapore has almost absolutely none! Sure the government is trying to groom the "new and improved" artistic Singapoean. Sounds like genetically enhanced foodstuff to me. Good or bad, that's up to you to decide. (After all, I am not here to stir up some shit) At least there's a campaign for the arts, just like Speak Good English and &lt;em&gt;huayu&lt;/em&gt; Cool! Will we progress in these directions? That is why our grafitti is mostly dull and uninteresting, there is no room to practice. The low art of low art. Even with those simple acts of vandalism, there's nothing much to brag about. Maybe I shall call one of &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;numbers someday, merely to find out who's on the other line. Maybe I will encounter a young girl, an old man, or even a confused person wondering how I got this number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be safe, I predict that Singapore will definitely progress with regards to art, because partisan is such an ear-grating word. The question is when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanting more from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I can do is try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I see you standing there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm all I'll ever be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all I can do is try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115555495859554050?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115555495859554050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115555495859554050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115555495859554050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115555495859554050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/08/grafitti-on-bus.html' title='Grafitti on the bus'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115530728930677008</id><published>2006-08-11T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:43:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for homework</title><content type='html'>Hmm it's Friday already. Huh... Time passes so fast once you're enjoying it. Time to cut down on outings, gatherings and the like with family, relatives, classmates, friends etc. and come back to hard homework. As an aside, I think I owe SYFC quite a bit of an apology. Josephine and Fang Lin must be rather pissed at me :( Feeling rather guilty now, since I entertained everyone except God. Its time to recenter myself. Seriously I enjoy but regret spending the past few days (since last Saturday till today, I guess), going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target: SS assignment, Chinese letter composition and Physics worksheet by Saturday, in Saturday. (Ahem, what an impossible goal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushed aside Rakion for some new game by AsiaSoft, Pangya. Funny, I never thought I’ll get addicted on a golf game. Spent 2 days on my brother's account, rushing xp and rank from Rookie F to Rookie D. And somehow through sheer luck, I scored an Eagle lol. But its time to push these aside, (as well as the infuriating 3 xp per match which lasts for 15 minutes!!) and return to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I listened to China's history for 5 hours yesterday, kindly narrated by Dong Min for our isms project. And silly me ended up at City Hall instead of Victoria Hall in ... Great I must be dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that someone really really special, its time that I made my move. For I'm not scared, for you know I love you so... Why try to play hard to get? Watch my trump card =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115530728930677008?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115530728930677008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115530728930677008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115530728930677008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115530728930677008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-for-homework.html' title='Time for homework'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115505334090313101</id><published>2006-08-08T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:09:01.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metanarrative I</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is strictly a dark metanarrative. There is nothing to be learnt here, nothing to be learnt from pure malevolent, presumptuous fiction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blasphemy Form 1 (Obscura)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, people, people... That's what I've been serving for, how long? I can't remember, so its probably an overstretched period of toils. And after all this time, I'm still a lowly servitor. Yes, I may be middle-ranking in the alliance, but it all comes to servitude. But soon, there will be change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those above me, undoubtedly there is a new calling. For if there is a beginning (which you, or rather, we all have had for a long time), there will inevitably arise an end. An end to everything. The sanguine outlook will not last anyway, so why not perpetually lock it down now? For I hear, that is the masterplan. Finally there's the creation of a new purge, and this time, it is finally copacetic! And so finally, these bridled shackles will finally break, and we shall all be free. Do you not want this, this...freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desultory statements, ludicrous blasphemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust the taciturn, they have nothing against you. That is, if trust's still the prerequisite. For here, truest animosity shall be unleashed, and don't cower like pesky malingerers when it all rains down on you. The final culmination of sagacity shall be pitted against tainted wisdom. Trust me to be have maudlin concern for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, we shall all remain impervious to everything. Its really simple, when was the last time we did it? Now. Let me cajole you into lying right here: Do you feel it, the impulse to do nothing? No wonder this has gained so much popularity. Bedlam will never haunt again, bringing the alluring into final view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think taking my own prescriptions will be highly beneficial. The final tempest is drawing. Let us see whether what we have done has evoked any change. The nexus will probably crumble. But that is not the point. By how much, that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems a timely precedent to revert to simplicity, to nexus zero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115505334090313101?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115505334090313101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115505334090313101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115505334090313101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115505334090313101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/08/metanarrative-i.html' title='Metanarrative I'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115392675807897601</id><published>2006-07-26T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:22:21.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set of poems</title><content type='html'>(Created as I go along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puppeteer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll raise your strings now,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there how pliable you are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;marching to the tune of others,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your final exit will be my bow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, one day you'll have a mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but am I that good, you may question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes master, your word is final",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your answers: all too banal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when you lose total control, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's nothing left to hold,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that's when I shall grimace, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for nothing beats a hollow fallen soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grey Angel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps you ask why I am here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;facing everything with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems I was foolish, enough,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to give up perpetuality for flesh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm surrounded by you, pestilence reawoken, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I know I can never save you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for even I cannot salvage myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't even feel the distance, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because its simply non-existent,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for then we shall bide our time, for...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's in stall for all of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastion of the Doppelganger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must know I hate leading this life, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where you constantly lie...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing that you are there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sadly always...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a bane of the most righteous flare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe someday, these facades will slowly recede,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then you may see my full form;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;stronger or weaker, does this dare to intervene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the purest form in life (or so you think).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swizzling sticks in the air slowly fade away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;akin to what I have given up for you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For even the strongest in wit and wisdom cannot resist, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as Merlin had been entranced, I cannot escape you;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for then be damned, for on this course, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shall never...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;falter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this qualify?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel),&lt;br /&gt;I welcome with my hands,&lt;br /&gt;And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,&lt;br /&gt;And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115312753938925743</id><published>2006-07-17T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:12:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of body odour and bad science</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pure thought-stream expression; no edition of grammar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes successfully completed Rakion 7-Day stint, but I'm still level 36 :( But that means its going back to studying for all the upcoming tests. Week 4 is probably the last peaceful week we shall have and then its test mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition yesterday and I was sitting next to this rather big-sized guy. (Again I am not complaining/whining etc.) But there was this funny smell emanating from him. Or rather, two funny smells lol. When I bend forward I smell unwashed dirty socks, when I lean back I smell stale, oily sweat. Hmm normally I'll just wave this away but we all have bad experiences eh? I remember when I sat next to Keith aka BOB (BO boy) for a whole year in P6 until I couldn't stand it anymore. Jarrett you should remember this clearly. But that was after P.E. mostly so it was ok. But this one is abit too extreme already? I mean he SHOULD get a bath seriously. Imagine sitting there with two types of stale air mobilising around towards you, with no form of breeze. Refreshing don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to help my brother with his Science. Apparently he needs drastic improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: When we breathe out on a mirror, our breath forms a  'mist' on the mirror. This is because the air we breathe out is ___________?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His answer: cleaner than the surrounding air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one that cracked me up:&lt;br /&gt;When does respiration take place in mammals?His answer: All the time&lt;br /&gt;What is produced? His answer: BABIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I shall seriously take him on a super course. He must have had too much maple and what was that? Club Penguin? Monkey games? What does he do in tuition anyway? Talk to Leonard about maple? Ai seems we have a long way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115312753938925743?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115312753938925743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115312753938925743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115312753938925743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115312753938925743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-body-odour-and-bad-science.html' title='Of body odour and bad science'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115148623519279571</id><published>2006-06-28T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:17:23.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death and Christ</title><content type='html'>Cheng's grandmother just passed away. And I suck at condolences. Joel's grandmother also passed away last year. Both of them had the same worries. Joel's grandmother didn't convert because she thought that she was being disloyal to ancestors; cheng's because she simply just didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both think that their grandmothers' were unsaved, unredeemed, with no salvation. Well I don't think I've much right to say this because my paternal grandparents are christians since young and my maternal ones convert quite a few years back, but... how do i put this properly? I never considered Heaven as the main reason for believing in Christ, but neither can I say that I do not fear. After all &lt;em&gt;The Fear of God is the beginning of Wisdom.&lt;/em&gt; The most essential is believing in God and Christ, and nothing else beats true faith. I think I complicated things even more so I shall stop here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115148623519279571?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115148623519279571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115148623519279571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115148623519279571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115148623519279571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/06/death-and-christ.html' title='Death and Christ'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115131445794680076</id><published>2006-06-26T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T17:34:58.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On 06V13</title><content type='html'>(Replicated from Thomas' post on class unity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm finally someone who doesn't run away from the horrible truth. Well i agree with you in most areas but some I think sadly will never work out. Before you read this I've to admit that I'm not the most perfect person out there, but then I think i hold enough to at least voice my opinions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique problem: Well my old VS class had this too. But then we had a rather huge clique with over 20 people? Ok I do admit we weren't perfect, but everyone had the basics to each other. Ok we discriminated a few people. We had this guy called Eric and Kenickie (now in V14) who acted rather odd. They screached in class singing songs like Toxic etc. and apparently some people didn't like them. And we had Srinath (aka miloman) who some people felt was extra. Other than that everything else went fantastically: we had the nicest noticeboard which looked like grafitti done during june, gatherings every holiday. Even so what I felt good about our class was that everyone tried to fit in. We had always at least 20 people coming, to about 30+ sometimes. This june even srinath came for the gathering/BBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we kind of trusted one another. A true backstabbing case? Never heard of it. No one was cynical to a large extent. I honestly only mugged for Sec2 SA2 and nothing for the rest. that was the truth which i told curious ppl, and they took it without needless questioning. thats the type of trust that we had: we didn't see the need for useless and pointless lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also helped each other out A LOT. Little selfish actions here. i remember times where i didn't know how to do some questions. But whenever i asked, I get help, REAL help and even long coachings. And i never failed to pass guidance along if needed. Something rare that 2G had.&lt;br /&gt;Sure we all have our own good friends there to hang out with. but then whenever we had to operate (events like racial harmony dress competition etc) we were willing to put aside personal differences and come together. The feeling was...sincerity. (don't know how to put this but) You'd put aside time, work and anything else just for a class effort, because everyone does it willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're in IP now. People feel cynical, so a chain reaction is started where everyone feels insecure and faced with insincerity, when we hopefully are not. IP is a competitive place; you're thrown into the rat-race so early. Though I'm not perfect, I hope i can stop feeling insecure. After all, its mostly in the head. We don't have to be physically together, knowing that we are in fact together is even greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for connecting to everyone: too improbable. IP people including me (i feel) exude a cold outlook when they're not inside. but as long as you're nice enough to the person most away from u, the class can be united. This was how 2G operated at least for the majority.&lt;br /&gt;I shall show you how "IP mistrust works now" (and a little bit of self-defence). Now you would think i'm a mugger right? What if I said I did nothing during june holidays at all (no maths revision totally and started lang arts 2 days before the submission date? Do you not feel this is nonsense? Haha are you starting to doubt now? See what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i think most of us have been up tops for too long. Its so cold up there. 2G ppl ask why my PSLE score sucked compared to Sec 1 &amp; 2. Want to know why? i was in the 8th class out of 10 in primary school (which totally sucked). Slacked my way up to P5, then buckled up a bit. (Even so i didn't even touch my textbooks for PSLE; and now you tell me about true slacking? You've never been there) But then the people I met there were largely nicer than expected. What would you think about, us being students in the last of the standard? I felt that there were no barriers between one another. Natural conversation can then proceed naturally. As I grow older I feel less natural and you probably feel this way too. you begin to see more of the world. Your true friends get lesser and lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly in IP I don't feel close to anyone at all. Friendly yes, but I can't seem to shake off that insecure feelings. What do we blame it on? Time? when will we stop blaming it? IP environment? Its created by us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so out of place that I even get scared by some people. Maybe i'm scaring myself. But our class...we seem to rush things along too fast.. So time yes let it develop. So chalet's better off held at the end of year, when hopefully things take a turn for the better. After all, would you want to rush and go to a chalet which reeks of cold feelings? I don't wish to be a totally useless welfare rep anymore, and this will be the last time I'm pushing things back. so please, I beg of you, after exams when we prepare, promise me to at least come ok? 2G chalet last year was fun, not because of the activities, but of the people. After it all we even stayed back to bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i'd like to lighten up. Acting cold is killing me slowly but surely...I hate knowing the truth but feel so useless to do anything about it. And I shall stop comparing us with my old class any more. We're not together now, but the spirit remains untarnished. Can we be the same? Its up to you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115131445794680076?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115131445794680076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115131445794680076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115131445794680076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115131445794680076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-06v13.html' title='On 06V13'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115107688560245341</id><published>2006-06-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:34:45.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality tests</title><content type='html'>Spent the night doing these quizzes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The White Knight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your distinct personality, The White Knight, might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. Don Quixote was a White Knight as was Joan of Arc, the Lone Ranger and Crusader Rabbit. As a White Knight you expect nothing in return for your good deeds. You are one of the true "Givers" of the world. You are the anonymous philanthropist who shares your wealth, your time and your life with others. To give, is its own reward and as a White Knight you seek no other. On the positive side you are merciful, sympathetic, helpful, giving and heroic. On the negative side you may be impulsively decisive, sentimental and misdirected. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are where most of us are at, the more balanced of us. They may be ambitious and have strong aspirations to be successful in their endeavors in order to satisfy their expectancies as well as provide better for their families, but they are not abusive in the process. They won't walk over family, friends, and co-workers to get ahead or achieve their goals. They might be disappointed in achieving less than a high leadership rank, but they accept it and get on with their lives. As supervisors they would tend to promote harmony. They are prone to normal levels of jealousy and envy when others they know gain status over them in terms of career promotions or having a better car or backyard deck. Some at this level may look down on others, measuring their status against them, but it is usually not overt. Among the fives (perhaps also the fours and even the threes) would be those humans we consider the salt of the earth. These are the Washingtons and Lincolns and the characters frequently played in the classical western motion pictures, as previously described, who take the mantle of leadership and handle it gracefully when it comes their way, but then reject enduring dominance and authority when offered to them, preferring to ride off in the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mythical creature&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unicorn (Primary)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Air with Water &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Astrologically associated with Gemini and the Third HouseUnicorn types are very concerned with the communication of ideas. They are witty and likeable but can also be quite shy. They are easily bored and easily distracted, and may seem unpredictable and superficial for this reason. Actually they are very deep and are usually trying to find the connections between the people and things around them. They are highly imaginative but not very practical. They love knowledge for its own sake and are not concerned about putting it to use. They are socially astute and sensitive to others’ feelings, but may still appear somewhat aloof. They are drawn to grand schemes for unifying people but these often don’t extend beyond the initial idea. Very logical and rational, Unicorn types are also unconventional and even bizarre. Other people may regard them as fey or just strange.&lt;/p&gt;Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;Fire and Earth (Shadow)&lt;br /&gt;This shadow is prone to a sense of stagnation due to lack of motivation and laziness. Nothing durable is ever produced. Practical activities may never be embarked upon. There is an underlying sense of futility and hopelessness. Disillusionment results from their lack of confidence that they can change anything for the better, and in any case they do not have the will. At the same time there is an underlying grandiosity and even megalomania reflected in their dreams and aspirations. They need to feel special. Instead, they may simply overindulge or neglect themselves physically. The biggest obstacle of weak Earth is to overcome self-centeredness and greed; the biggest obstacle of weak Fire is to overcome anger and aggression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115107688560245341?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115107688560245341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115107688560245341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115107688560245341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115107688560245341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/06/personality-tests_23.html' title='Personality tests'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115081425276243066</id><published>2006-06-20T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:57:40.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reawakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lens of Obscura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Scrying Pool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reawakening:&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't shake off the feeling that I have made major choices in my life that have gone awfully wrong. Or rather, I just can't deny them. Trading clarity of thought for tainted wisdom was a very big mistake that I'll have to live with, and there's no turning back. To be pulled on strings like a lifeless marionette, the blighted thoughts naturally lead to unwilling actions. But why do I follow them through? Semi-consciously I must have fallen so far, that it will be nearly impossible to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing source of strength:&lt;br /&gt;Now I just can't seem to live with much enthusiasm without you. You set me in this dazed form, now everything becomes bland. But this time I will not rely on you as a pillar of strength. I sadly dare not meet you now... but how I wish you would once again ruffle my hair, laugh at me being an absolute &lt;em&gt;suaku&lt;/em&gt;, a mountain tortoise. But now I know I might never get to draw from that surreal inner peace again. Hahaha I've fallen too far to let you salvage me. My guilt can't stop bleeding. What was it that you saw in me that I saw in you? A first is still a first: the joy of crushing on you, and then to discover you were crushing on me too. It dulls what follows after you. Now I'm being naughty, sneaking smiles at you in that class of 60 kaypohs. Will that feeling that you brought me ever return as pure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Saviour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Father in heaven,hallowed be your name.Your Kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. Forgive us our sins,as we forgive those who sin against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For the kingdom, the power and the glory are yours. Now and for ever. Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems I've fallen too far into temptation. How is it that I can become so demon-like in such a short time. I've only myself to blame. Now I only pray that I can once again be delivered, from both evil and myself. Can I ever fully return to myself and revert back to my real self? I believe I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaching of the mind:&lt;br /&gt;Was coming back home on the MRT when I suddenly felt this familiar clockwork movement that I once thought I knew so well. But what is tainted wisdom?! My very own thoughts have been robbed from me, mutated into something obviously so very, very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the LRT platform, as people prepared to disembark, I overheard a false, unnatural American rap accent that went irately: "Singaporeans!". Well know what I'm talking about? If you're still wondering, its people rushing into the train while others are still moving out. Normally I would have attacked both sides. That guy had an obviously false identity, but now, what about me? I do not have such right to do this anymore; my practices have fallen, there is nothing I can rebuke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door mechanically closes. Will I ever be redeemed again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waking dream, the walking nightmare:&lt;br /&gt;Of late, most likely more than that, I've been a bit out of sorts. I've lost my clearheadedness, and of what value it held! Its a shame that I've to find it back once again. Why can't we ever have contention? As I look at the Seven Deadly Sins, I suddenly realised the horror of staring into oneself. I never wanted any of those. In fact, I never really wanted anything much from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cross on my table was meant to keep me on the one and only path. At that lonely corner it seemed almost ignored completely. How things can float away from you so fast, or is it the other way around? Inevitably I've shut myself out from almost everything. I've let my own values crumble before me once. I shall not let it be defiled once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its better not having any armour at all. No doubt protection is lost, but I'll rather stay on the path than stray. And this time, its permanent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115081425276243066?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115081425276243066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115081425276243066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115081425276243066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115081425276243066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/06/reawakening.html' title='The Reawakening'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-115081202418801122</id><published>2006-06-18T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T22:00:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting old friends</title><content type='html'>I really need to identify people more quickly. Was at Kovan Macs today when a seemingly familiar face came in. We found each other very familiar, but having seen little of each other outside school, somehow my brain didn't react fast enough. The result: We ended up staring at each other. How awkward. My fault again... Anyway he came in with not 1 BUT 2 girls! Haha are you thinking dirty? Today's Sunday mind you, so they're probably church mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few minutes later I was walking down to Heartland Mall where I met Alan. Is Singapore really that small? Haha this time I waved. Luckily I didn't flop this time :) (How can anyone's brain be so bad at recognising other people?!) Remebered at last year's 2G chalet; Ju lian and Joel were staring at me and again I took a rather long time to react. I need a bit of oiling and tweaking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-115081202418801122?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/115081202418801122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=115081202418801122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115081202418801122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/115081202418801122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/06/meeting-old-friends.html' title='Meeting old friends'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114796144912107192</id><published>2006-05-18T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:10:49.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing at the fitness corner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Went to CompassPoint today to get dinner. Came back and "begged" Mom to buy some Ramli burgers!!! Really wanted to try one, and yet well, she promised me we'll go try it tmr haha. Wonder how it tastes like, hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Headed to the exercise corner after we alighted from the bus. You know the newer-aged ones, where mostly older people work out in the mornings? Haha didn't know they were so fun lol! Kept doing the stuff over and over again; remembered the "seat on the chair and pull yourself up" installation and the one with those long ski-like things and you just move your feet to exercise. Went super fast on those haha damm fun. For 20 minutes lol. Didn't have this much fun in a long, long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Miss childhood days so much. The Mamak stall downstairs, the little park where we squabbled over a bicycle, and the Fishball noodles/MeeTaiMak stall at Tampines street 21. (She's still working there after 10 years, possibly more!) That colouring "competition" where I (and almost everyone) got a small packet of SuperRings for completing some simple colouring. It all slowly fades away, but then as nostalgia kicks in, penning down such things does indeed seem better than well...nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Side-notes: Joel can u stop doing that dumb erection action with your finger, its pissing me off and makes you look like some gay hitting on me, or me as some sicko k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114796144912107192?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114796144912107192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114796144912107192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114796144912107192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114796144912107192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/05/playing-at-fitness-corner.html' title='Playing at the fitness corner!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114786164841291866</id><published>2006-05-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:27:28.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My take on Thomas' post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here's my take on the recent uproar due to Thomas' post. (Replicated from comments)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quote Kenny: &lt;strong&gt;"And all guys turn their heads when a hot babe walks past rite?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Only un-straight ppl like u do. You make out guys to be so superficial. Maybe you are, but obviously, you do not see what lies beneath. Yes sure, a joke here and there, but there are limits. (Aside- Joel I'm just joking; why must you blow everything up? How immature...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Thomas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"basic war-time cooking, sewing and some homey stuff to take care of the civilians left in the country"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm hello? People don't literally cook in wartime. Everything that can be eaten goes into a big pot of stew and is served to a whole unit. Can't imagine people still cooking some gourmet foods during war... Also, that is why there is a division called the Civil Defence, if you do not know. And when wartime comes, its not traditional anymore. More of a standstill don't you say, maybe urban fighting and large-scale/chemical bombs. Times have changed. Where is your battlefield, may I inquire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qutoe: Kenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cos guys were treating gals simply as OBJECTS OF LUST, SEX AND DESIRE. OBJECTIFICATION of women!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't u talking about yourself? A rather sweeping statement here. What have you seen that makes you justified in this position? Draw a clear line before you jump in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Thomas &lt;strong&gt;"Okay maybe not one of YOU but just someone and you can delight in perfect pleasure that I'm getting "tormented" by my wife. I rather be "tormented" than be gay so...okay maybe a rather insensitive statement there...”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm how disappointing... Just for your information we're doing a project on homosexuality here, and you can't even shift your hefty mindset away. Yes, I do admit that I personally don't really approve of gays, but then what do you really know about one? Have you really known someone whom you draw your conclusions on? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with being henpecked. It does not show a man's weakness as compared to his spouse. Certain roles are shifted sometimes. I have a neighbour who's a house-husband and he's happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Thomas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:"But another thing that irks me is that when you guys, whoops girls go shopping...You spend like you never spend before!!! Hey...that money isn't yours yaknow? at least WORK for it...Don't just purposely go shopping with your parents so that you people don't have to pay from your pockets...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, YOU do not run on your own payroll. Do you not sap money from your parents too? I have cousins who work as waiters (in fact two of them) not because of satisfying their own wants, but because of economic necessity. Maybe you have been cooped up in that terrace house of yours for too long! You know nothing of the life they face! Yes maybe I'm being defensive here because my whole extended family aren't doing so well. Yes, sure I admit I'm a scrouge. (I like $2.50 meals at hawker centres than expensive meals etc.) If you spend this bare minimum, then come on, shut me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final cut: Most people use money from their parents. Unless you work like my cousins, you jolly well shut your mouth here. What do you know?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue: Screaming issue and related points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be the best person to say this but everyone has their flaws. You, me and the next person coming along, we all possess certain traits that make us who we are. Accept, tolerate or object, its your call. Guys can be irritating sometimes too. Did I fail to mention I can't tolerate extreme lameness? I know I may a bit irritating and quiet at times, but hey, that's who I am. You may end up hating the whole world after this. I am very straightfoward with people, which may be interpreted as cruelty. Its all in your perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote: Thomas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Argh! I hate phototaking. Most guys are usually camera shy. We don't mind a candid shot here and there or a memorable group shot but no spastic photos with funny poses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Well well are you not referring to yourself. Amendmend to "spastic photos with funny poses" I do recall a certain Thomas who mimicked the S.H.E. pose a few months back. How amusing, contradicting yourself. Kudos to you and your groundless accusations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Issue: National Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not avoid the more pressing question. Would you defend Singapore when it comes to the time of calling? As we move into a more self-focused era, would you gladly stand up for your country? Loyalty to your motherland is not based solely on your contributions on the "battlefield". What I infer is that you think war is a firefight only involving armed soldiers. Have you seen the auxillary forces? What about the field doctors behind attending to patients? What about the militia who stands up back at home as guards? Whether your country fights or falls, it all depends on every single member of that country, from the highest general to a resistance fighter. Everyone counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Also, as a side, many guys complain about NS too. As jokes or truth, it does not matter. But its a place where you grow up, something which I think a conceited, ignorant, acute-minded person like you should learn. Maybe a tad defensive here, because I come from a different upbringing and environment from you. But I know I have my values, my own code of ethics, and I abide by them, though they are not perfect nor puritan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final masterstroke: What is your objective anyway? Trace back to the medieval times, where women remain suppressed. If that's what you want, where is the progress of society? Then why are we living? Obviously you have not learnt much during your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: I may be digressing at some parts and used some inappropriate diction here and there. Well here's my view on this multi-faceted issue. Apologies for obscure points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114786164841291866?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114786164841291866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114786164841291866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114786164841291866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114786164841291866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-take-on-thomas-post.html' title='My take on Thomas&apos; post'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114750321404444561</id><published>2006-05-13T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T14:57:27.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents-Principal-Teachers meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had Parents meet principal and teachers meeting today. Haha since my parents didn't come I had to help out as usher/logistics personnel. Got the Japan itinenary today. A bit drab but nontheless fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some talk with Mr. Shi after the whole session. He thought I wanted to consult him on BGR stuff; kept nudging me about it haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Shi: "So do u want to talk about BGR?&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Er no! No!"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Shi: "Do you like Meng Lu? (who just happened to be behind) She's rather cute you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL?! Come on dah Mr. Shi, I'm not a flirt la. Not like Kenny who throws his pubic hair around. Utterly despicable! Anyway, we talked about sth, of which the contents I cannot disclose :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to holidays! Just can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114750321404444561?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114750321404444561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114750321404444561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114750321404444561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114750321404444561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/05/parents-principal-teachers-meeting.html' title='Parents-Principal-Teachers meeting'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114605488020314609</id><published>2006-04-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:37:12.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha finally went to meet up with my old mates. At least a few haha. The rest were just kids lol. Like primary 4 kids, how to talk to them?! Luckily James was there, or else I'll end up talking to the aunties. (which I did lol?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But they brought up some pressing issues. What has happened to St. Andrews?! Ever since Miss Poh left, the love has gone altogether, replaced by the harsh practicalities of society. Mrs. Pryke does not seem to be tt good, in fact, the impression that I got was horrible! Heard many parents were complaining about her. What a reputation. A lot of CCAs were scheduled to close down. And you know what they are: Badminton, Basketball, Robotics etc. COME ON! These are rather like the basics in most schools. How can you close them down? All for what? To set aside more funds for Rugby. Ok yes, we've always been national champs, but isn't this too much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the final showdown. A group of parent voluteers went to see her to get a boy a new pair of spectacles. And her answer: " Sorry but we don't have funds for that." WHAT?! Do you need funds for charity?! Hey you're the principal of a christain school; how can you show such an example? What is going on back there?! Chaos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Also, Uncle Jerry got easter eggs for the whole school, which was imported from somewhere I'm not sure of. Anyway, some parents exclaimed that the eggs were so horrible and spat them out in front of his face. What is this? Uncle Jerry was kind enough to buy for the whole school ok! Mrs. Pryke apparently didn't have the FUNDS for that. This is so dammit bitchy man... Anyway, I tried the eggs myself: Let's face it, its not Fererro or Cadbury, but its edible. Even so, its the thoguht that counts, how can you treat Easter with such a spirit?! This is so horrible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Btw thanks for the great party Aunty Laura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*Disclaimer: The above issues discussed are based purely on hearsay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114605488020314609?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114605488020314609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114605488020314609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114605488020314609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114605488020314609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/04/joshs-birthday.html' title='Josh&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114605386491451127</id><published>2006-04-21T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T20:17:44.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debates Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yay another Friday!! Haha finally decided to go support the debate team today. Grand finals ^^ Haha still rmb b4 tt Cynthia was browsing through gay blogs. Lol Colin&amp;Kero; sounds like some shoe brand. (Charles and Keith) Haha but seriously, its quite interesting! Maybe we can even use them for case studies in our imagineering project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nth much to say regarding debates :( Unfortunately, we lost... But nvm, we'll be back next year. Going to Josh's birthday party tmr...rather boring I think, but I'll go to show my face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114605386491451127?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114605386491451127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114605386491451127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114605386491451127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114605386491451127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/04/debates-finals.html' title='Debates Finals'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114545460902674635</id><published>2006-04-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:50:09.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovation and Enterprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For our I&amp;E week we went to NLB central for some talk cum walkabout. Not again... Haha we had to sit through a roughly 1hr talk on the NLB's achievements with some pre-u undergrads from SIM. A lot of their technical terms went flying across the room. (Nearly all of the questions asked were by the 3 undergrads...) Aniway its for education, so I shall look at it positively :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later there was a tour taken by a guy named Thomas, some ex-VS guy. Haha quite charasmatic leh; think of Mr. James Koh, at least for the voice. And I'm not being biased here! Seriously I've nvr been to the upper levels of the National Library before. But the repository of rare books looks damm nice. Reminded me of the Final Fantasy IV Daguerro library. Same layout. 3 levels of books with the 2 upper levels against the wall. Btw the view is gorgeous from those upper levels. Our dear durian and the war memorial from the left of the sections. But seriously, how much do they pour into this building per month? Haha quite hard to maintain all those glass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whee tmr we're going to the zoo. Hopefully we get to walk around and have fun :) Haha its a rather soothing day today. Lit. is finally pulling my marks up, countering chinese!!! Finally! And Mrs. Jay wants me to talk more in class...er ok... Soon VIP open house will come up. And I'm put under the usher group. And the CA1 reports will come out soon, marking the end of the term, and almost half of the school term :( Haha tt means June will approach soon. And tt means V13 idol will finally materialise. So u all better participate!! No worries cuz u can sing in groups, now no probs rite? You all better come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114545460902674635?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114545460902674635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114545460902674635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114545460902674635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114545460902674635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/04/innovation-and-enterprise.html' title='Innovation and Enterprise'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114508686958384639</id><published>2006-04-13T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T15:45:01.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VJ Sports Day 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha today's our long-awaited sports day. Yay! Haha during Bio lesson there was some announcement that went something like: "If you do NOT have a valid reason, you CANNOT leave the school!" Haha reminded me so much of Chia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gah but the grandstands were more squeezy than the past 2 years; more people. Whee Aquila had free drinks, blue hair spray and BALLOONS! During the whole event balloons kept popping haha. And Y-Lynn, balloons are not normally phallic symbols :) Kenny wanted his hair sprayed, so I fired away. End result: Blue flood dripping down from the mountains, which belched out smoke! I think I should have used it more sparingly; it dripped down into his eyes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And there was the cheerleading! Haha a few houses were a bit funny. I think during Lynx's performance, the girl's skirt covered the guy's head fully when she jumped up. And Ursa, 4 girls had worn shorts under their skirts which spelled U-R-S-A. (Duh...) In the end when they lifted up their skirts URAS came out. Haha so funny. But Aquila's was still the best. Although they had to repeat because the AV screwed up, it was still damm nicely done. Very distinct performance. Rather stable too. I think in other houses, the guys' hands were trembling when holding up the girls. Nicely done ^^ Btw Draco's team consisted of almost all 12 girls. Haha Dee Jee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L8r 12 of us volunteered for caterpillar race. Not bad, we placed 2nd. Actually we were supposed to be first. (Psst. All of the Draco strings snapped; their whole line of people broke into half) But nvm a job well done everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the end we won both for both boys' and girls' events. Obviously we would be the overall champs rite? Haha I love Aquila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As a sidenote, at least its more lively here than during VS sports day. I rmb u could see Chia telling people to close their umbrellas although we were under the hot sun. Unlucky me was placed at the right side with no shade for 2 years :( I think I nearly slept once. Too dull atmosphere...Sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114508686958384639?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114508686958384639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114508686958384639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114508686958384639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114508686958384639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/04/vj-sports-day-2006.html' title='VJ Sports Day 2006'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114459099214818090</id><published>2006-04-09T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T22:03:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gah such a rotten day today. First thing in the morning: Tuition... Not that I hate it, but sometimes I'm completely lost, since the teacher is mostly way ahead from our syllabus, making me feel kinda useless and slightly confused during lessons. The homework: Damm it what is it about anyway?! Just left it rotting in one corner... How can we do 10-yr series now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L8r went swimming in hopes of some relaxation. What I got was a peeping tom in the next cubicle...Damm him la feeling so violated :( :( :( What is it with some ppl these days?! Grr nth to say here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got a whole bunch of hw tt was delayed till today. A big bunch of hw to complete...think I'll put em off till tmr. Omg was there SS meeting tmr?! Ah still got tt bio experiment to do. Man tt is probably the worst engineered experiment ever. Osmosis with potatoes?! C'mon la the answer is SOO obvious. Even my Sec2 experiment was more challenging. And it was simple purple cabbage dye! Damm the camera, ran out of battery. The potatoes are lying sadly in the refrigerator... Ended up swatting light flies at the dining table lol. They met me on the wrong day, all 4 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm the only thing that didn't ruin this day totally was dear Mom's spaghetti and that Radical clan finally hits 99 people, making it the largest internationally! I need to reform the whole clan structure someday, and stop getting on Rakion so often. Hopefully :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. I need to start writing more appropriately, not rushing something so disconnected like this in a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114459099214818090?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114459099214818090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114459099214818090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114459099214818090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114459099214818090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/04/bad-sunday.html' title='Bad Sunday'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114432428348748811</id><published>2006-04-06T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:51:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rakion archer guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well since I've got nth much to blog about these days, I'll just give a review on Rakion :P Btw still happy with Japan trip group, although the onli 13 person there :( Kenny's a bit pissed, haha but he'll wake up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Archer- where dexterity and accuracy is all you need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As with all the 10 in-game stats, from most to least useful--Range, Movement speed, Cell points, Health/Armour, Cell destruction, special, grip, attack speed and basic attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Probably the worst class of all when all stats are maxed, compared to the other classes, the archer is the most diffcult to control, simply as main range attacks are totally manual. The class where people have been complaining so much about with regards to the 'archer lag bug', when the archer is already weak enough. With little cell points, the archer is more or less self-reliant on her skills, which is benigh compared to the auto lock-on of the swordsman and blacksmith, and the stun-grip ninjas. The class which is extremly useful in low-leveled battles, but a total bane in higher ones. Everything is a matter os sureshot precision, even the linear special attack. Therefore it is basically the most useless 1-on-1 class of all. (excluding the mage)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why so much movement speed? Simply because its fun whizzing around the battlefield lickety-split. Anyway its more than that. Against the archer and mage class, this comes in absolute handiness; such a pain fighting an archer with 8.00 move. And since (provided you are accurate enough) the mage can only use the staff, moving back quickly enough effectively cuts off all his modes of attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anti-archer tactics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Heh this is what I do best. Killing my own kind! When engaged in such battles, always counterattack against other archers. This greatly increases accuracy, while the attacker still has to take aim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Approaching classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Against the warrior and blacksmith, the best is a highly estimated guess of the opponents movement. Gives a 50-75% chance of hitting. When rising, always attack even if the opponent is on guard, as this effectively pushes him away, giving more distance between the opponent and you, cutting off the melee attacks. For most cases, higher level melees will swing once. Block agianst this and counter. Lower levels tend to do the full swing, so block, move back and counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anti-ninja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-Against the fastest of all, first draw your bow. When the ninja is at her end phase of her 'invunerable dash', fire the arrow. Works 80% of the time, not considering lag issues and the opponent's dash-phase changing speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recommended cells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-I think I have the worst cells any level 30+ can have. Level 20 blazer, 26 panzer and 30 NAK. Er my NAK is almost useless, just to occupy some useless space. Excluding dragons, an archer should have stun-cells, namely the panzer and longbow. This effectively stuns the opponent for 1 second, allowing you to follow up with a second attack with almost perfect precision. This 3-hit combo greatly amplifies the damage that you do, and with high level cells a guaranteed 2/3 of armour will be destroyed. And of course, don't make the mistake of using the most useless cell ever EVER, the NAK. It costs me about 1000 cell points, which is a perfect waste, considering its use is nearly zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This concludes what normally a more experienced archer would do. So put it to good use :) Btw Radical clan has effectively become the biggest Rakion in clan in SG, with a total of 96 members. Hmm only 3 more spaces till we're totally full up :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114432428348748811?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114432428348748811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114432428348748811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114432428348748811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114432428348748811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/04/rakion-archer-guide.html' title='Rakion archer guide'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114424162498878359</id><published>2006-04-05T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T20:53:45.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fencing duels</title><content type='html'>Hmm got another fencing training today. Haha lost 2, how shameful... I think I need some new tactics, gotta read up on some strategies. But still, defending is much easier; lesser action, more accuracy with a simple counter lunge. Still I need to correct the weakness of weird tactics, keeping calm when faced with a new opponent. Haha maybe I'm naturally more inclined to defence, I stand sideways while on-guard, lowering contact area by about half. But still, my attack stinks. I seem to provoke more than attacking. Well I'll focus purely on attacks next week. Can't wait for the real blades to arrive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my just realised I still got a lot of homework to rush for tmr! My maths and bio readings! And The Little Prince! Did not even start on the story...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114424162498878359?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114424162498878359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114424162498878359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114424162498878359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114424162498878359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/04/fencing-duels.html' title='Fencing duels'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114345689970500126</id><published>2006-03-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:54:59.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally back to dust up this area a bit. Should get a new tagboard someday haha. Cleared almost 10 times since it was placed there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There could not have been a more pleasant day! Physics test went quite smoothly, hopefully it doesn't turn out like the quiz... Finally got a new foolscap pad. Look on the bright side: The one you lost was raggedy and bent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As with all birthday celebrations, there's always CREAM cake, which means that cream will get everywhere...well almost. And guess what I got? Nuts! Yay I can finally sell kachang puteh! Spent the whole afternoon on the com playin rakion. Wonder when I'll get some substantial armour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escaped today, but what about tomorrow?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114345689970500126?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114345689970500126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114345689970500126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114345689970500126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114345689970500126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/03/15th-birthday.html' title='15th Birthday'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114103236568303516</id><published>2006-02-27T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T17:26:05.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken birth date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its another Monday, and a week of more work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The hw assigned yesterday has yet to be completed, yet more has poured in to fill the packed capacity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Got T42 today with Mr. Shi ^^ Haha I seem to portray myself as too happy-go-lucky. Why does society pressure so many ppl to charge full speed ahead?! Haha in perspective it seems so stupid, yet you and I do as such...Why? Gone on to ask whether I have a crush. Haha I do but who izzit?! Hmm it might not be that obvious, but then again :P Leave you guessing here =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha Kevin and Rhoda mistook today as my birthday and sent me some chocs. Aww so sweet! I feel valued :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the bus 55 there's still no sign of ani ex gster :( But its been a long, long time since I felt true peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114103236568303516?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114103236568303516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114103236568303516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114103236568303516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114103236568303516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/02/mistaken-birth-date.html' title='Mistaken birth date'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114095053611808895</id><published>2006-02-26T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:42:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha dunno wads up today. Coming back from the bus stop slipper strap suddenly broke; ended up dragging my right foot and slipper back, and some weird glances...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Came back wanted to change into singlet, then ended up subconciously changing into another shirt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The homework's piling like an endless stream, and time is running out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114095053611808895?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114095053611808895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114095053611808895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114095053611808895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114095053611808895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunday-events.html' title='Sunday events'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114087700873746295</id><published>2006-02-25T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T22:20:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature saturday assignment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since I focused on Lit. assignment the whole day, let us admire some poetry haha ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,&lt;br /&gt;Enwrought with golden and silver light,&lt;br /&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths&lt;br /&gt;Of night and light and the half light,&lt;br /&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;br /&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams;&lt;br /&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;br /&gt;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W.B. Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114087700873746295?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114087700873746295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114087700873746295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114087700873746295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114087700873746295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/02/literature-saturday-assignment.html' title='Literature saturday assignment'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114059892664135992</id><published>2006-02-22T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:02:06.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welfare plans 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey dis post's all about wad u can expect out of ur welfares! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Firstly: Class Deco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well this will be discussed at a later date when we near the March holidays, which will mainly consist of this and some other gatherings still under planning. For this we realli need to sit down and give our opinions, not just conform to everything k? ^^ After all its our class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next: Birthday celebrations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha nth much was said about this, so... *hint**hint* :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Class video: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well Kenny and I will do this part since we have access to the cameras and editing software. Haha Videomaniac :) But we onli have 8 more weeks of access aww. So hurry up and tag suggestions k? Probably we can have something "ordinary" and film every1 in the class, or make some elaborate with reference to our daily life. So rmb to tag suggestions and comments k? We can't go without all of ur consent! (sry if the tagboards a bit cranky sometimes; keeps deleting old posts...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;06V13 idol!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey probably 1 of the larger events is V13 idol! Well this will be held during the June holidays since we're all free during tt period (plz try not to go on holidays durin dis period heh!). Basically all of u have to perform and sing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solo- Well don't have to elaborate on dis much. Find a song u like and sing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Duet- If u're too shy, pair up with sum1 of the opposite sex and SING UR HEARTS OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Emcees- Me and pris (opening event with a song; however obviously one is too inferior -_-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Judges- Lis, Thomas &amp; Cynthia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(might change l8r though; don't worry we'll be participating too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Btw we could have a teachers section! We'll see how the planning goes first :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;End of year V13 Chalet!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm this is realli veri far away and probably the last big event welfare "dept's" organising aww...Aniway reagrding chalets; such a sticky topic since all of you WILL have objections as to where to hold it so we'll leave it aside first k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;{Small-scale events}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;V13 word collection:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wads dis then? Basically a collection of unique words and events that can speak a thousand words. Haha read my final post on me old class (Nov), full of such examples (shylock, fab boys, LPS-lao pang sai). I think when we are all far apart this will all float back as those sweet beautiful memories... So I'll try to compile a list and help me out with it k? (again tag some words since I can't rmb such stuff easily...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;V13 photo album:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well I'll be working with Kevin, Ahmad, Y-Lynn, Keith and Kenny on this one I think... I must not forget the camera on special events! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm this is what u can expect out of ur welfares! But we generously welcome ani suggestions that u can give us! V13- the start of a whole new era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114059892664135992?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114059892664135992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114059892664135992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114059892664135992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114059892664135992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/02/welfare-plans-1.html' title='Welfare plans 1'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114042889267654916</id><published>2006-02-20T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:48:12.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haha back after a day of sadness... Physics quiz was such a letdown, just hope I didn't fall too far behind haha, so many mistakes :( Aniway it seems my depression was transferred to Kenny lol. Must nvr get depressed again; don't wanna make other ppl sad too ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After sch today got Videomaniac project, so we filmed us doing Whiney Whiney! Haha ty all those who danced after (ahem) much persuation and begging haha. Aniway the video turned out a.ok :) V13-the mass dance class! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;L8r met Syahir on the bus, AGAIN! Lol keep seeing him but not the others. Sry not sayin ur a bad friend but ur like the onli 1 I saw in the year (cept Pock Thong i think...). I'll come back once u take over NP! (as much as I dislike it) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nth to do picked up yesterday's paper. Under the youth section there was a recommendation on Rakion haha! It was expressed in such an insincere way. "It is a highly strategic game blah blah" Yea its quite strategic...IN THE PAST! Nowaways every1 lags and nth gets done. And all the swearing in-game. Talk about "strategic". And the over-reliance of high-lvl creatures like dragons and tauruses. Totally takes away ur full armour! Strategic?! Aniway enough ranting saw another person who wrote to the counsellor about his CCA. "15-yr old guy who hates NPCC, cuz of rigid discipline". Although I don't like it veri much, I still don't hate it. Sometimes its fun too! Why did u even join in the first place anyway?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damm shld not slack now got lotsa homework screaming to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sry Radical members I've been such an inactive clan leader haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Signing off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;--The ugly ducking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114042889267654916?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114042889267654916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114042889267654916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114042889267654916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114042889267654916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/02/monday-mornings.html' title='Monday mornings'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-114035202559609632</id><published>2006-02-19T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:27:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February sadness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been looking back at the past week and 1 word describes it: Void. Man I've been too slack the past few weeks, laying off homework for the last minute...Keep telling myself to work harder but...even with freaks like Thomas' workaholic attiude, I can't seem to move foward fast...Well since I've always been like dat for the past 8 yrs, I shld work harder! I just hope so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aniway to more jovial stuff! Lol going on Rakion and singing songs for hours for too long. Aww Exorcism has overtaken Radical. Of course la haha I'm like onli lvl 29 while Randomx's lvls about 50...And I'm so inactive haha. Btw started a new range ninja, super anti-cell! 3 hits and the golem's dead haha super pro! Singing...realli realeases lots of steam and stress! Haha but the neighbours upstairs must be disturbed... Btw V13 idol will be organised around June holidays :) NO ONE SHALL NOT SING! No worries though since I'm pretty substandard too haha. (I'm beginning to like Reliant K songs a lot now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; and I've been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All those 2G IP ppl also appear slack lol, but who knows ppl like John-Last minute chiong type haha. But aniway must work harder! Btw i noticed sth : Guys are more kiasu than gals regarding hw haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-114035202559609632?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/114035202559609632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=114035202559609632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114035202559609632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/114035202559609632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-sadness.html' title='February sadness...'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113837413878951427</id><published>2006-01-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:02:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So today was CNY celebrations; can I make it any more obvious? After house meeting go hall for a concert. Kinda boring though...but Indian Dance was nice ^^ But seriously I almost fell asleep, sorry... After the VJ concert we had mass dance. During the last dance (what else but friendship!) most of the VS guys ran away. Why so shy ar? Nvm I just danced with Jillian. The end result was a bad mimic of the seniors around us...Ok I just danced cuz I liked the tune :) no other reason honest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After that VS guys prepared to go back to VS. Lol we delayed so much by doing VS cheers in class. And so we walked there all the way to the VS gallery. Saw Cheng, Kenneth and Jonathan performing and a few others. Sec 3s look so little now :( Meet up with them talk some quick crap then say bb?! didn't feel like going Zr's house; feeling of sadness carried on from yesterday... sry 2G(the usual "party")...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And so concludes a both happy and sad day...(I don't even feel like blogging animore..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113837413878951427?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113837413878951427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113837413878951427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113837413878951427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113837413878951427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny-celebrations.html' title='CNY celebrations'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113837341133087166</id><published>2006-01-26T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:50:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05/06V13 BBQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm today after lessons got some Juniors-meet-Seniors session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So ok from like 3-6 we planned to go bowling at (I think) Katong, so about a few of us (sadly onli a few) gather at the sch bus bay at 3.45, de agreeed time to meet. And so the juniors waited ^^ Until 4...Meanwhile ZJ and Y-Lynn took Lisa's mentos and just randomly offered it to ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y-Lynn: Hey u want a mentos? It's free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some random girl leaning on canteen wall: Erm no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the rest of us just stood there watch "drama". Nth better to do haha. L8r when we finally went to bowl, "noob" lane was already taken, so I go bowl with "semi-noob". Lol weird terms... At first quite ok, then after dunno cock up and bowled wrong lane (the lanes switch between two sections), -_-. Aniway we were like just like playin for fun; senior Laura rolled the ball backwards and got a strike, and there I am with onli 88 points at the end :( After 1 game everyone paid up (or maybe not; I think Laura was damm pissed cuz of the missing cash...) and we went back to sch at bout 6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entering from the back we saw old man cactus (looks like a penis..) :) Y-Lynn became super hyper lol, laugh like mad! And so we soon met up with the rest of the class(who did SS project I think), and talked some lame stuff. Brrrr...After some tau-poks BBQ started soon. There was chicken, bee hoon, fried rice etc. all sponsored by our seniors! Aww so nice. L8r we went to a darker corner for ghost stories. Halfway through Ahmad suddenly shouted:"AHHHHH!". WTF I was like damm shocked (right next to him). Luckily I didn't scream ^^ After we tied A LOT of sparklers together and lighted em up! Whoa first time I see such big home-made "time-bomb". Then the security guard came. Anticlimax! Say sth like "no more such things; you help me I help you". After photos at 9 I left (earliest leavers: 10 odd girls at 8), so our class was rather lonely :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wonder what happened at the truth or dare game ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. Sry I was rather depressed that day so not much activity from me...Depressed for no reason...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113837341133087166?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113837341133087166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113837341133087166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113837341133087166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113837341133087166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/0506v13-bbq.html' title='05/06V13 BBQ!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113793379516289665</id><published>2006-01-22T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:43:15.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi. To all those who felt insulted by the skit on Friday, the actors would like to apologize for using a wrong stereotype for the day itself...Ok for any more mass skits we'll use a less discriminating tone/accent(either a gay voice or another less sensitive/insulting accent) for our (hopefully!) future plays and skits. Thank you...and HUGE apologies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113793379516289665?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113793379516289665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113793379516289665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113793379516289665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113793379516289665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/apology.html' title='Apology'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113775498374534836</id><published>2006-01-20T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T22:20:22.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helmsman big finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;After 4 quick days helmsman is over, while school is coming back :( But its been fun in Helmsman la, especially cuz of the many acts by 06V13!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok today we were supposed to have a Praxis boardgame competition. Since we onli had 3 ppl in my group, we went realli fast, like 8 seconds per move. Damm unlucky, kept getting fired, then lost about 4 property ($12000 in all). L8r got employed got a executive's job. That kinda lasted for the whole game... L8r strike windfall. Bought 6 property and sold for $12K each ^^. Anyway all in all I earned about $162K. Well I thought it was high but in the end still could not get into top 3. I was 4th lol. UNLUCKY (lol rmb Beckham from 2G chalet; unlucky/yeah? haha). But nvm la winning's not everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L8r after break we had to present on out Financial Literacy project, as a qualifier to enter the presentation finals. The teachers screening us-Ms. Hoo (yay) and Mr. James Koh. Wahh Mr. James Koh made my calm nerves go haywire sia. He looked like he'd seen better presentations b4. So...we thought we had little chances of making it la. But to our surprise we actually made it! (seriously I think Ms. Hoo helped us; thank you ^^) So we had like a group competing with us, and went b4 us also. So we had about 5 mins to prepare for an impromtu skit. As usual Muthu(me) had to act. Thomas played the subject we were addressing. I was the boss. Priscilla played Ah Lian and Piao Han played his brother. We acted in front of the IP1 cohort and some teachers so...Ok b4 our turn I was like shivering hard, Priscilla aked me to clutch her hands for warmth(maybe I heard wrongly?) But my hand was like subzero lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO OFFENSE TO COMIC STEREOTYPES USED IN THE SKIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;Muthu(with strong indian accent): Eh Robert come into my office!&lt;br /&gt;Robert(heck-care accent): Eh wad u want Mr. Muthu, fire me isit?&lt;br /&gt;Muthu: No la here ur check of $5K&lt;br /&gt;Blah...blah...blah&lt;br /&gt;(Thomas walks away)&lt;br /&gt;Muthu: Hey Thomas introduce me to ur girlfriend ar I heard she's quite cute and sexy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:&lt;br /&gt;Blah...blah...blah&lt;br /&gt;Thomas: Yay now I got money to marry Ah Lian!&lt;br /&gt;(Priscilla rushes in, grabs thomas' hand and poses) {Heh my "wicked" idea ^^}&lt;br /&gt;End of skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that was the main points la nth much to say. Then we made our presentation. Ok then the whole cohort had to vote, and we won by about 20 votes :) I guess luck was shining on us most of the time. Without the skit I think we would have lost... Won some Kinokuniya book voucher. Not bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now congratulations goes to Kevin, Sharon and Zhai Juan (06V13!) for Praxis! And John from 06V14 for Praxis lol. Weird group name : Sit down and make money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think Muthu is great with our class but I don't think as a cohort it will go down very well as some people might take it too personally. So in the future we'll be more sensitive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And lastly a BIG THANK YOU to 06V13 and the ppl who voted for us! The support u gave everyone is hard to be found aniwhere else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113775498374534836?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113775498374534836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113775498374534836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113775498374534836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113775498374534836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/helmsman-big-finale.html' title='Helmsman big finale'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113767808777625746</id><published>2006-01-19T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:41:27.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Share my CRUHCHIE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today we did another presentation about investment. Ok this time around we weren't fully prepared to act out the scene so we were just like improvisng the whole time. Thomas kept forgetting his questions. Becky the Bimbo got a new friend, Nicky the bimbo. And now I'm advertising my famous Kachang Puteh! My role: Get Thomas to invest in my mama shop DOWNSTAIRS! Lol I actually screwed up big time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thomas:"So what do I get out of this investment?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nicholas:"You get to share my CRUNCHIE..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I actually forgot to say Kachang Puteh! Realli flopped sia. But the class laugh like siao sia. At least 10 secs of laughter ^^ Share my "crunchie" haha. I must have sounded silly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angels and mortals. Ok sorri mortal and angel this few days realli no time to write msgs. Maybe tomorrow. Hmm 6 letters so far :) I feel valued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meanwhile the Muthu collection builds: One giant paper bullet, one credit card belonging to Muthu and two kachang puteh wrappers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113767808777625746?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113767808777625746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113767808777625746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113767808777625746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113767808777625746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/share-my-cruhchie.html' title='Share my CRUHCHIE!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113741786303886155</id><published>2006-01-16T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:24:23.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTHU! and old memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Firstly no offence to anyone named Muthu, people with deep voices (like me) and bimbos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm today we had a Chemistry bridging curriculum session and we had to make a "creative" presentation. I won't go in-dept into what we did, but we made this GIANT paper bullet. At the front it read:"This is a giant paper bullet." Inside it read:"Be afraid...be very afraid...". And at the back:"Property of Muthu!" LOL rather lame but effective. (I acted as Muthu ^^) L8r Thomas came up with a super deep voice which we weren't prepared for:"Heeeyyy Maaann..."Damm funny sia even the other 4 in the group laugh until stomach pain. L8r Priscilla came up and did a testimonial like a pure bimbo lol. And at the end :"Join us cuz its FANTASTIC/AMAZING!" Since times runnin out I'll just say the other grps did quite a gd job too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Man now I'm wonderin wads going on back in VS. Heard Sloth's organising another gster gathering :P. Kenneth's with tellytubby (Justin!) and nano (Daniel){he converted?}. Pock Thong still as cold as eva? Gordon/bongx still as angry? Jonathan still duelling with my ex-archfoe Chan Wei? Syahir still after the NCO post with his SUPER HARD cookies? And of course there's the "sick gang" lol. "Zaipok" still got the "cute,spastic" face? HAHA! And the big party still going block catching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dis part from Sloth/Cheng but i find quite meaningful :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;["initial-G, CVCVH(Cow vs Chicken vs Human, ink wall, Gabriel the duster, potatoes, chinese new year deco, 1Gbarberkill, 2gchalet!, inter-class handball competition, teacher's day cake, mass ice-and-water game, mass catching, doorknobs, hole to 2F, basketball bent fan blade, 2G guard: LPS! lao pang sai, the execution of LPS, LPS chase, block catching, bus 55 gang, be yourself day, waterbombs, SAM, shylock, muthu,chee kiong, ms lyana portrait, mdm ashadevi's 1-min lag, 2gbbq, xmas gathering, BURN THE RuLER!, chapteh alley, chapteh club, cupboard gang, fab boys, mr gabriel siren (wee wee wee), slut, slard, sloot, sloth, etc"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ah the good old days...it will always remain in memory!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As an ending statement to 2G:"Something stinks to the high heavens!" Lol joking la just quoting Jonathan. Its been a swell hell good 2 years with all of u great ppl but sadly its come to an end. And though we will probably go our separate ways, our wacky class noticeboard falls, and what we felt like home is gone, we will all hopefully remember the fun, sad, lame etc. things dat we all did and contributed to build the great stronghold of VS-2G-2005!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To 06V13:" You guys r obviously a great bunch :) And I wish us a great 2 years ahead, together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113741786303886155?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113741786303886155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113741786303886155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113741786303886155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113741786303886155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/muthu-and-old-memories.html' title='MUTHU! and old memories'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113697146193078781</id><published>2006-01-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:15:22.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridging cirruculum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aiya after a snappy holiday its back to sch... But I still gotta get outta holiday mood. That means no time to play already :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway I thought today followed the timetable set on the website, which was awfully ridiculous, so I packed Chinese textbook (in my old "action" bag la; 2G ppl shld knoe haha ^^). I think I look damm awkward and funny carrying dat bag eh...no more bags at home. First thing go LT3 attend some assembly then go to class. After Mr. Yang, our Civics Tutor (form teacher) say sth then l8r all change place liao. So sad seat in front now. Since its a "round" table, I sit facing 90 degrees to the whiteboard. I think after a while neckaches will plague me...as well as the "shower of blessings", otherwise known as saliva from the CT. Then we did some mini-project, which was to draw a human outline and write virtues and values on it. Ours looked the most well drawn! Hurray! We had once side with a skirt while the other side was shorts? One high heeled shoe and another stubbed foot. ^^ Shows we're unique and I'm not being sacarstic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and 1 thing I gotta say, or warn. Do not seat TOO close to the teacher ^^. Maybe he just like to sabo me la. Now I think I know why, all Ahmad's fault! At the start he say sth like:"Nicholas, in order to mix well with everyone you got to get out of your comfort zones right?" (Don't get me wrong Mr. Yang seems fairly nice :P) L8r he say sth about getting angry with dishonest ppl and use me as an EXAMPLE cuz I was sitting closest to him. Then he inch so close and pose some scary face which caught me off guard. When he talked about what to do wtih the person you hate he use me as an example again since I was closest...Then he say sth like:" Eh, Nicholas I realli hate you, your glasses make you look like a toot!" Then after using me as an example he says: You don't look like a toot sorry ok? I say ok. Do you still love Mr. Yang? I SAY NOOOOO! LOL haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this whole series of examples the moral of the story is: Do not seat closest to the teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During break we played the mass dance music lol then everyone started dancing to Whiney Whiney. This one still seemed ok. The following dances...well we forgotten the steps lol. Then outside got ppl staring ^^ L8r got Maths, find some solutions to a horse problem. Nth much to say here, cept quite interesting ^^ Lol? L8r got a Literature entrance test so I go for it; one of my specialties wad. But then I found out I was the onli guy in my class going to try for Lit. Walao feel so shy no other guys around to talk to...Nvm la just leave it to God whether I should take Lit. or not. (From an angle my essay looks pro, then again it seemed to be irrelevant. Hmm let's just see how well it goes...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future I MUST sound more mature while posting :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113697146193078781?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113697146193078781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113697146193078781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113697146193078781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113697146193078781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/bridging-cirruculum.html' title='Bridging cirruculum'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113681683224432941</id><published>2006-01-09T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T16:17:05.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Regatta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The final day of O1, wad more can I say? Lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least it did not rain in the morning ^^. After change into sandals we go back to hall got some 2 ppl dressed in funny clothing up on stage. They say they are pirates? Even got earring like things...L8r at assembly point got 1 OGL (Orientation grp leader) started twacking a gal OGL's chin while guardin his own. (Our lil trademark la) Then the weird thing is the gal nvr respond and just stand there and stare at him. Then he still continued the action at least 10 times like a gay retard lol! First up is Tug-Of-War in the sea. Dis one not so wet :) Onli shorts got a lil wet and the sandals got sanded. First round we won, 2nd we lost. Third...well I also dunno wad happened. At first it was like they won already. Then after like no one pull, then suddenly we pulled and won? I in front also dunno wth is happening...The first victim, our OGL Charissa aka Care Bear. Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the erm, Treasure Hunt. aiya what to say quite boring la, go find some household items. After it ended the guy in charge say:"Yesterday I hit the captain's head, so today you go catch his balls k?" WTF? Captain's ball la obvious but erm...nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captains' ball the lame part. We go there sit sit around for so long then the I/C come tell us we were supposedly late when we were there all the time. diaoz. The next game was the doggy-bone or sth like dat. Call ur number u get the item in the center;simple logic. Prob is the area damm soaked with mud. Then we were walkin to the place then Brian suddenly picked up some chicken feet soaked with mud lol. Then the girls all started eww/screamin etc. Some, or rather most of us took off our sandals. Then dunno how Yining walk until fall down, and got herself real dirty. Soon everyone became muddy too. Luckily I'd kept quiet here or I've "died". Or so I thought... Suddenly Caitlin shout:"Eh Nicholas still quite clean" Then b4 I had the time to run Yiling rush and piack one smack on the left shoulder :( Soon the game started with a cucumber and (you guessed it!) CHICKEN FEET! Jian Feng rush for the chicken feet and fell on his way back. Lol damm suay. L8r OGL Wen Xiang come. Wrong move. The guys choing him and push him into the mud. Wee another victim. Muahaha! SiMeng clever stand one side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After take photo we play Daddy-Long-Legs. Nth to say cept we kept losing. The prize: Fill up a pail and dump it on sum1! I think 1 round we actually won but then we still got attked. Oi friendly fire is off la! L8r the real dunking came! Just a lot of ppl got dragged and splashed. Esp the loud ones. Dragging ppl there is real fun, or maybe I'm evil? No lah. Anyway a nice guy like me no1 will attk la. Right. Gettin out after dunking sum1 Ginny suddenly pull me back and walao got wet already... Anyway staying there is nice lol. So nice until we don't want to come out. B4 the next game we proceeded with more dunking! Then it rained...so anticlimax, go back to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L8r we go Daryl's house in Mandarin Gardens go bathe; I just changed. (plz keep quiet here ^^) When we leave got so many other ppl also follow rofl? After finish we go into a minimart inside the apartments. We basically just walked around and browsed. The aunty must be dammed pissed lol. L8r go to Burger King go have small gathering. I upsized:HUGE mistake. Midway got a few Sec3 VS come in. Wei En from NP 1 of them :) Nice to see a familiar face. (Btw first day i met Syahir on the bus also. ) Play some "games" (seriously i know the "solutions" to onli a few.." Then Wen Xiang say go watch movie. He pronounced it "The Duck" WTF? Got such a movie meh. Turned out to be "The Dark"? Aww all good things come to an end, so after ppl say they tired so all go home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go home bathe found out i brought back physical evidence of today ^^. Sand is everywhere! In my ear, mouth, hair, underwear blah blah. damm I should have collected in it a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I give a big THANKS to everyone in Icis-Impulse and our fantastic OGLs- SiMeng, Charissa and Wen Xiang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Radical clan has reached 79 ppl in a day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Wen Xiang my octopus handsign hard to make meh? Maybe la since everyone force me to change :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng u still owe dis pathetic guy some songs. I onli have 31 in iPod :( Its been days! CONFUCIUS SAY YOU GO TO JAIL BAD BOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113681683224432941?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113681683224432941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113681683224432941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113681683224432941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113681683224432941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/sea-regatta.html' title='Sea Regatta!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113672150341660897</id><published>2006-01-08T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:58:23.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hmm Radical's quite developed now :) (For those who have no clue, its a Rakion game clan). Reached 76 ppl today(Singapore's biggest), even Shrish (from 2G) joined ^^. Still have onli 1 knight (like a council) on it. However, I think I'm not a good leader since I don't have much time these days T.T. We're the only clan which accepts all lvls :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Morning Cheng told me he doubted God's presence. Reason: God didn't come when he needed him most because he felt underappreciated by his parents. :( His pastor said: "Sometimes God leaves us temporarily to test our faith. Its like, strong christians would still believe in Jesus even if he was testing him, while weak ones will immediately lose faith when there isnt him around, so its sets the two apart" Maybe, maybe not. Ok out of point. My opinion(exact copy from MSN) :"Skepticism leads you to further discovery about God and yourself. He came for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whenever i needed help most, but however I believed in him and myself, and that we have the power to save ourselves, and we pulled through together" Different version but not important la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thought-invoking questions...I haven't felt this part of myself for so very long. So very long...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Since all I ever wanted was a simple life. A really simple one. I can't tell you though u'll laugh ^^ Anyway the form teacher of his class (3C) is....LYANA! Its like their destined or sth haha. 4 whole hearty years together =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway I delayed electives bidding till today lol? I thought I was late but then I just found out the other Gsterx still haven't bid! Anyway for first semester its Cryptography and 2nd its "Isms" (CommunISM, DarwinISM etc). I think I'll get in la since i bidded quite high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Reawaken the senses and feelings within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To feel what it truly feels to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Btw its been raining for hours and I'm cooped up at home :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113672150341660897?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113672150341660897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113672150341660897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113672150341660897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113672150341660897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2006/01/whole-new-year.html' title='A whole new year!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113377357793418747</id><published>2005-12-04T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T22:09:16.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandparents &amp; stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today's the start of official tuition. A. Maths teacher was Mr Ong. (why does he look so familiar???) Nvm nth much to say about him. Got 1 guy in my class from Chung Cheng High act smart-aleck.Reminds me of a "special" someone lol Every question the teacher ask, even how basic, he must blurt out. The class only had 5 ppl lol. Everyone must still be in a holiday mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today afternoon was rather bored so I went swimming, erm its been months since I last went...just too busy. Hmm so long never go Hougang swimming complex, now they sanction the whole pool into lanes..Wtf I think I go there just to bask in the pool; swim onli a bit then rest like free. One half or more they reserve for swimming classes I think...L8r bout an hr or more later got sian decided to go bathe already. Their bathing cubicles had about 5 or 6 holes on each side. lol? After I go out and begin to change and take out my clothes, in front of me got one bout 10 yr old boy start undressing. At first I didn'n notice until he stood on the bench in between us to change WTF?! After I change already he still halfway done, standing there naked for so long (bugger do it on purpose one) I took bout 3 mins to change and pack up, and he undress his swimming costume so slowly?! It burns my eyes! But wtf his dick was like...erm...HUGE; ok kiddo u can flash ur BIG, ENORMOUS, GIGANTIC "stuff" somewhere else, just don't do it in front of me! Kids these days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think I sounded too gay in the previous paragraph, so I'll change the subject. The phone ring about 8 at night, no one pick it up, so I ended up in a conversation with my grandmother. Basically she just wants us to visit her (she must be feeling very lonely since me and my brother are her onli grandsons on this side of the family) As much as I'd like to talk to her I admit she's very lor-so. She asked me this (or rather these) so many times: Wad stream are you in? What did you eat for lunch/dinner? Have you bought your books? Hmm maybe I've been to harsh here. Trying to understand her position, I guess she's probably bored staying at home everyday, and just wants us to visit her. However she likes to shower us with lots of money. Well I didn't particularly like this, but I guess its her way of showing her affection. But... anyway, treasuring her is more important and I'm the onli one patient enough to take most of the calls. In a positive way, I'll remember her voice for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm here I'll blog about the visit to my maternal grandmother's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st December 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up in the morning light...and the sunlight hurts my eye... :( This can never happen, since I sleep on a mattress and the window's on my right above me. But anyway, my brother wanted my cousin to come, but Aunty Wendi didn't wanna come, so he use his secret weapon. Suddenly the room got sobbing noises; fancy an 8-yr-old crying at this age. In the end my Aunt had to relent. "Assault" mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached there about 11 in the morning. After exchanging greetings, my grandmother ask me something in Teochew I didn't understand. My mother had to translate, she was asking about school. So I use my substandard dialect to answer a mere "ok".Then we talk about a few other stuff, while I could only answer in basic... Later we went to a restaurant downstairs (actually it was an air-conditioned Chinese stall, but what the heck) I prefer it this way ^^ Ok honestly I'm rather cheapo... When the food came we "played" a "pass the food to someone else" game. Actually it was supposed to be acts of filial piety, but I think we overexaggerated. I still remember clearly, the fish cost $32; what a rip-off! I shall not name the restaurant though. However the food was not bad, so I have not much right to complain. After Aunty Wendi and Joel came. The last time we'd seen each other was during Chinese New Year. My brother go talk with Joel, while mom talked to Aunty Wendi, leaving me to be a lone ranger. Luckily I had brought a book! Granddad(Gong-gong) quit smoking, which was a pleasant change. At least his and Mama's health won't be affected anymore. Later we go to Lot 1 (now where was that?!) eat and go our separate ways :( The day ended pretty quick, but time can never be stopped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113377357793418747?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113377357793418747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113377357793418747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113377357793418747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113377357793418747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2005/12/grandparents-stuff.html' title='Grandparents &amp; stuff'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113327048327429650</id><published>2005-11-29T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:11:16.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok I know this is a bit late but I'll still have to write about the Australia holidays rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th November 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.30 to prepare to go to Changi airport. Took a yellow-top cab there, with a nice &amp; warm uncle to drive us there. Then my father started talking talking talking. Talked for the whole journey about almost everything?! How does he do that? Nvm go airport check-in bags and decided to go eat at some restaurant but all closed at that time :( In the end we went to the airport cafetaria and ate vegetarian (should have invited Justin!). Funni (or rather weird) thing happened; the vegetarian stallholder kept staring at us. Huh? Justin look what u got us into haiz. Nvm l8r go on board aircraft, I remember it was a 747-200, watch Willy Wonka &amp; Valiant (nice show) then slept and drooled away (wtf). After we get down go Departure Hall collect bags, a few customs officers kept asking whether ppl had anithin to declare; at least 5 times! Finally got out go to the Information Counter got a kindly 20+ lady help us get packages for theme parks &amp; transport. Then my father started to ask the same questions over and over again. I say if I was working there I long ago fed-up liao... But she can still smile, excellent work attitude! L8r at --&gt;8.30 P.M.&lt;--- the bus with a small trailer behind for luggage came :) Load bags and good to go! Few mins into journey the bus driver said and asked:"I'm gonna ask yall sumthin and I'll probably get a chuckle outta it. Is anyone goin ta surfers' Paradise? Cuz sorri mate u gotta walk" (Ours was bound sumwhere else) One guy forced and feigned his laughter so hard that if the bus driver was not there everyone would have burst out laughing. But anyway since we sat behind the driver (32 yrs experience!) my father started yak yak yak again talk about everything he could think of... When we reached Mermaid Waters Quality Hotel it was bout 11.30, since we were one of the last drop-offs. Check-in and flung body on bed &amp;amp; straightaway slept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;21st November 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok today we were bound for MovieWorld, a theme park well duh.., with a European couple and a Malay family of 4 after a buffet breakfast. The Malay family was like runnin a marathon. Apparently they had just touched-down and off they were on the bus. The couple paid A$32 to go to Dreamworld!! Luckily we took the package ^^. When we arrived the park already quite packed, decided to go on the Batman ride but it was not open yet at 10. My brother took a photo with "Batman" and we exited through a Batman shop (oooh wad a sales technique). And walk through the rows of shops. Queued up for Shrek/Shrish ride. Turned out to be a simulation. The lady-in-charge said:"plz put on ur 3D glasses. Now buckle up ur seatbelts plz". Turns out there were no seatbelts walao trick us. Lol got sum ppl still frantically looking for the seatbelts LOL. Wad i didnt' know was that the chairs could move. When suddenly it jerked gave me a shock... Got one part where the Prince wadeva held a spear so sharp right in front of ur eyes. Wtf thought he was going to throw it at you!! After ride ended we go ride the Scooby-Doo rollercoaster(indoor). At first it was moving normally then after went up the elevator the cart slide steeply backwards WTF AHHHH! Then after just like a normal mini roller coaster. I felt my heart ripped from me... We exit at some Texas themed village and walked into the Matrix exhibit got some stuff they used in the movie.L8r go Looney Toons village for kids.. Sat a mini roller coaster and a water boat ride. Nothin much to say here cept put bag on floor of boat(which was wet). Luckily it was waterproof so heng. There was the parade then where all the characters you could expect came out to waltz (Bugs/Batman/WONDERWOMAN/Scooby-Doo and co.) After go back to visit Batman and his mansion. Turned out it was a simulation ride like the one in Sentosa, onli there were individual compartments. Wtf the thing rock like hell came out groggy and with a headache :( L8r go take a look at the currently most crazy ride, The Lethal Weapon. Wtf see ppls legs hanging down from the seats going 360 degress, I say to myself "NO WAY" wtf I'm such a wuss?! No la last time sat on a similar one got headache for a few days...Then go watch the stuntshow bout Police Academy. They wanted 4 volunteers. First one was a man wearing a singlet and shorts who was rather chubby. The host, a captain said sarcastically:"I wouldn't be walking in those if I were u, with those HAIRY legs" lol the crowd laugh like siao. Third one was a guy wearing a funni T-shirt with marine animals. Captain said:" Ok lookie here we found Nemo!" Wtf? At the end there was a big explosion with sky-high flames that it scorched ur skin. Brother bought a gingerbread plushie (from shrek) and said tata to MovieWorld and the huge, daunting SuperMan ride with a almost 90 degree drop! L8r took a bus to Pacific Fair, a shopping complex. Shopped for half an hr and the shops closed:( Shops close bout 5.30 avg there. B4 that we went to Surfers' Paradise and dats where I bought the pants I wore for the chalet. Go back hotel watch free in-house movie "Batman begins" (Oh no not u again!" and go sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;22nd November 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who wants a FREE sunburn? Anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok today we went to Wet'n'Wild, a water theme park like Wild Wild Wet. Go in change and sat on the Mammoth Falls with an Australian couple. With the combined weight the float fly so close to the edge! Sat again with 3 of us (Mum was too scared aww) but no force :( After go to the Dive-in Movies, a pool with crazy waves. Onli went up to 1.8 mark then wtf the waves push me around like paper. After sian of gettin pushed around got up and go to the Aqua Racer, like the old water park at Sentosa with the multiple slides. Came in 6 out of 8 lol so slow :( Sat on the twister next, which was a slide going round and round. Came down with no visibility, water stuck in ur nose and ur swimming trunks made streamlined. Wtf I'm nvr going to seat on dat again. L8r go seat Terror canyon 1 and 2, turns out they were like the same (dark tunnels leading to the bottom). While waiting you could see the boats coming down and ppl climbing out like ducks. There was one part where some guy came down with his pants washed down to his knees WTFWTF the guys around all laughing while he tried to climb out and pull his pants up while the girls were like shrieking like Shrek (nice comparison?!) cuz well I shall not elaborate any further. Go on the lazy river, like the Shoiek (spell correctly?) in SG, go two rounds took 20 mins i think. Then go to the whirlpool. At first alamak so slow can sleep then after go crazy speed whee then fun! After eat some fish n chips for A$9.90 (bout S$13) go change and wrap up the day ^^ Now look at my peeling shoulders :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;23rd November 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Final official day went to SeaWorld, a marine theme park. Enter and seat the cable car then go watcha dolphin show. Damm nice I say got one part the guy skiing on two dolphins! Finish go watch Planet SOS in 4D (like the shrek one cept chairs didn't rock), which was a documentary about saving the Earth. Hmm will we ever unite to save our universal home? Seems I'm diverting huh.. Next my brother go take photo with Tom n Jerry and sat the flume ride. Nothin special here. L8r go to the Cartoon Network beach sat some kiddy rides (Wtf me on those rides? Ok i onli sat on them cuz they were the onli thing that I could do at that time. L8r sat on the Viking ship sat in middle first then upgraded to the BACK. First few lurches quite scary then afterwards not scary anymore even though u were looking straight at the ground. Nearby was the Corkscrew, another mad rollercoaster which I again gave a miss... Later we go to the touching pools where there were many starfishes (HARD!) and sea cucumbers (SOFT!) and so on and viewed the underwater shark aquarium. Then disaster. It started to pour like free. Even so the sea lion show still went on. Their tricks quite cute, waving at u;creeping very quietly). After took refuge in the Dugong Discovery aquarium, home to Pig, an adopted Dugong. Then we ate at the Cafe at the main gate and said bye to Seaworld, and the last official day of our holiday:( Ok we still went to Pacific Fair for a while) ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;24th November &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Home Sweet Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Woke up and ate the buffet breakfast (for the 4 consecutive days eat until sian) and check-out :( First pick-up and then my father started talking (OK seriously no more!). Reached the International Airport, which looks bigger in the morning. Ate some Eagle Boys personal pizza and off we were. In the aircraft listened to some latest music over and over again and watched the Island (slept near the ending lol). Suddenly the plane went up and down sharply because of turbulence and all the women screamed lol. Quite scary u would think the plane was crashing down. But everything obviously came through and soon we were back. An Indian cabbie drove us back and we opened the doors to the place we knew so well. At the end of this BUMPER post I would like to thank all the people who have made this trip a huge success and without a single glitch and of course you, if you really read till this point, and an hour and 19 minutes of typing! I also apologise for all the errors, whether grammar, spelling, or tenses were concerned as I rushed through all of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113327048327429650?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113327048327429650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113327048327429650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113327048327429650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113327048327429650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2005/11/holiday-in-australia.html' title='HOLIDAY IN AUSTRALIA!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113308152335699195</id><published>2005-11-28T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:31:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of life?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Today actually wanted to go nearby CompassPoint go eat at food court then in the car suddenly Dad change his mind &amp;amp; decided to go to some restaurant in Pasir Ris (lol second time dis place appears). As usual its d same old food u'd expect. Bill amounted to bout $76 so expensive!!! Anyway I got no appetite for buffets (anyway its the food taste not quantity that matters i always tell meself)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whole meal kept thinking about the mail Maria (now in australia) sent me...showed pics of kids starving away. I kept thinking I should help them someday, l8r in life. Then I think bout everyone thinking dat their life's borin and such, and think about the meaning of life (universal love? Family/friends?freedom?values?) again. Hmm I thought I "figured out in a way" my life course way back but...another philosophical quest awaits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113308152335699195?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113308152335699195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113308152335699195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113308152335699195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113308152335699195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2005/11/meaning-of-life.html' title='Meaning of life?!'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113301009310206563</id><published>2005-11-26T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:32:11.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sad could onli come for class chalet on last day cuz of holiday...But anyways last day still ok. Lol b4 on 24th I not sure wad time to meet. (Cheng say 8 originally) Then i go MSN see meet at 12 at Pasir Ris. Then i say to meself "okie" and go sleep. Next day cheng ring up ask if I overslept lol. Then I realise 12 for first day diaoz... Dad rush me to chalet. Reach there walk like blurcock then suddenly saw Ju Lian &amp; Joel near Mac. Soon after whole pack go eat at Macs (Well almost/some go eat at food court). I onli 1 nvr eat anithin... After go chalet slack and play cards till check out. Damn cozy i say tight place with hangin underwear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;After check-out brian cheng and I go arcade play Datona and sum other game. I remember we play some DJ game b4 Ms Lyana called. Then after everyone came to outside Macs (Barney theme song was blastin; they had a Barney theme advertsing a Barney concert), then eat blueberry cake. After eatin Ms Lyana just left lol?! After Brian, cheng, Bong joel and I go arcade spend the rest of de money while the tired rest left for home. After go arcade actually plan to go bowlin but then ppl start sayin they're tired. I had to persuade like siao( Even treat the games) then cheng bong and joel come while Brian left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Dis second time I bowl rofl. First round almost everyone go Longkang (drain) HAHA! Then after game pick up. First game got 2 strikes so tyco/lucky but still lost to Joel. second round i think Jo put my name as SniperAngel (My Rakion character nick) wtf sound so gay in real world...Dis time hand tired to carry 10 pounder then drop to third :( Bong not bad for first timer even got strike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Afterwards they all left &amp;amp; i one person go eat $2 McChicken so lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well all good things come to an end, sad missed out on first 2 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Till next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113301009310206563?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113301009310206563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113301009310206563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113301009310206563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113301009310206563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2005/11/class-chalet.html' title='Class Chalet'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18943431.post-113194214908477792</id><published>2005-11-15T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:32:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post</title><content type='html'>Today's been boring. Played Rakion in the morning. Lol someone chaos-up and 1 second later got killed lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18943431-113194214908477792?l=sixdragons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/feeds/113194214908477792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18943431&amp;postID=113194214908477792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113194214908477792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18943431/posts/default/113194214908477792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sixdragons.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-post.html' title='First post'/><author><name>Hugepincer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09481658883958578487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
