<?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-1468024902089369970</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:00:56.616+08:00</updated><category term='go go go'/><title type='text'>Didaskaleinophobic</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-3716860754459122306</id><published>2009-08-01T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:36:09.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random post&lt;br /&gt;Ahhems...ok blog back in order more or less. I realised that i have really lost some IQ during my army days so i have committed myself to blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;Recent Developments in my life:&lt;br /&gt;I just entered BSLC.&lt;br /&gt;Ippt gold ^^ lucky me- $200 to spend&lt;br /&gt;Now is the field camp week with consecutive 3 field camps and one 28km route march. I won't be able to use my phone a lot so I cant really message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this period of time, Ann also has camps and everything. For one week, I haven't really called her or for the matter of fact, talked to her at all. From time to time, i'll think about this negatively; in terms of the loss of affection.....that makes me really sad. Haha Army really do make people emo. However, after i think about it logically, i find that i can really trust Ann. She is kind of like the best gal a guy like me can get. So i should really treasure her. [Crowd goes: " Aww...."] Maybe its just like what John said...Girls don't miss guys the way guys miss girls. haha Food for thought. ok...my grammar is worse than my grandma's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-3716860754459122306?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3716860754459122306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3716860754459122306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-post-ahhems.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-744708537774825798</id><published>2009-04-13T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:36:44.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm missing u so much. No mood to blog. lol this blog will be dead throughout my BMT period. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-744708537774825798?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/744708537774825798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/744708537774825798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-missing-u-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-323588224105031447</id><published>2009-03-16T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:51:19.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawns why is Singapore so small?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-323588224105031447?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/323588224105031447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/323588224105031447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/03/yawns-why-is-singapore-so-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4683446425808459189</id><published>2009-03-15T00:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:34:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby's 满月&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well we "celebrated" at Yishun MRT. Haha! Not exactly very romantic. Despite the vile ambiance, all she need is me and all i need is her so we're just fine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SbvajeRtNZI/AAAAAAAAADw/2FMuL-Mbxx4/s1600-h/TornadoeHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SbvajeRtNZI/AAAAAAAAADw/2FMuL-Mbxx4/s320/TornadoeHeart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080488371238290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u blow me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/Sbvay703QdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DXeEGF8j79A/s1600-h/hearts121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/Sbvay703QdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DXeEGF8j79A/s320/hearts121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313080754001363410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my heart beats for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SbvbQpyIanI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Fo1FVAMoU2U/s1600-h/cuddle1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SbvbQpyIanI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Fo1FVAMoU2U/s320/cuddle1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313081264554142322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love: You, Me, Sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SbvbgxJhMJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wscR0CTN3FM/s1600-h/1233736650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SbvbgxJhMJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/wscR0CTN3FM/s320/1233736650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313081541409190034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You stop me in my tracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4683446425808459189?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4683446425808459189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4683446425808459189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-babys-well-we-celebrated-at-yishun.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SbvajeRtNZI/AAAAAAAAADw/2FMuL-Mbxx4/s72-c/TornadoeHeart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-8017536257758078182</id><published>2009-03-14T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:13:59.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A random cerebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UFOs [Unidentified Flying Objects]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, humans, have always been so "amused" by these UFOs. Some have even dedicated their whole lives to the search and capture of UFOs or those "little green men" that pilot them. What if....what if....what we are all desperately in search of....are merely ourselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the ancient times, humans have always been evolving, becoming increasingly competent of mastering the elements around us. Be it animals [taming and domestication], resources [petrochemical industries, food &amp; beverages] or even nature. Its not entirely impossible to think that in the far future, time travel will likely become feasible. Well, I think that's what they claim in the Wormhole theory if I didn't misunderstand it. In physics, a wormhole is a hypothetical topological feature of space-time that is fundamentally a 'shortcut' through space and time. Space-time can be viewed as a 2D surface, and when 'folded' over, a wormhole bridge can be formed. A wormhole has at least two mouths which are connected to a single throat or tube. If the wormhole is traversable, matter can 'travel' from one mouth to the other by passing through the throat. While there is no observational evidence for wormholes, space-times-containing wormholes are known to be valid solutions in general relativity. So lets say humans invent a machine that allows for time-travel. [All this is pure assumption] &lt;br /&gt;[Now that the time travel part is settled....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthropogenesis would be next. From the time our species came into existence 2 million years ago, we have gradually evolved and became superior than the species around us. Moving up the hierarchy, we became the king of the jungle but not yet the world. Now, we are the king of the world. Two things left to be mastered; Nature and Time. Knowing mankind, we'll never rest until we master ALL. Oh ambitious mankind....&lt;br /&gt;What if...what if...in the future, we mastered time...[as above] then again, this future i claim....it could be a few millions year later. Look at us, from the first fire to the first nuke, a few million years passed and gone. It wouldn't be too much to expect that from the first clock to the first time machine, it would take another few million years. All these time, it would be foolish to expect that humans will continue to stay stagnant in terms of features. As our environment gradually deteriorates, we have to adjust and survive...&lt;br /&gt;As resources withers, we become smaller in size hence requiring less nutrition. Our brains evolve even larger with the colossal amounts of knowledge acquired. Our eyes grow smaller and smaller to shade off excess sunlight that come blazing into the earth's atmosphere after the Ozone layer has deteriorated. Our nose slowly gone with all the toxic gas, from industries, in the atmosphere around us. [We might breathe through our skin...eww] Is it impossible for those little green men to be actually us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could they not be on pilgrimages back to the past? To brainwash us so we would not make the mistakes we made, to change that dreadful future that awaits us. I hate to see the education system then....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-8017536257758078182?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/8017536257758078182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/8017536257758078182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-cerebration.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-1556494920325108698</id><published>2009-03-11T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:34:13.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MY ZHAI NAN LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok the last few weeks of my life have only been gourmet dining, practicing guitar, baby and zhai-ing. Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;zhai-ing is quite a broad term so I shall define. &lt;br /&gt;Zhai-ing {zai-ing}&lt;br /&gt;Definition: The act of being anti-social or a hermit at home. Daily activities include computer gaming, sleeping, random exercises and msn chatting. &lt;br /&gt;Haha luckily baby is there to salvage me from the deep abyss of zhai-ness. LOL she told me she can learn "boardskating" [whatever that is] HAHAHA this may be my last post because i'll be murdered soon after baby witch sees this. &gt; &lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-1556494920325108698?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1556494920325108698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1556494920325108698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-zhai-nan-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-1403491359458419088</id><published>2009-03-06T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:45:02.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG IPPT NO SIT N REACH.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-1403491359458419088?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1403491359458419088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1403491359458419088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-ippt-no-sit-n-reach.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-8221543585459270081</id><published>2009-02-24T19:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:18:21.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aim of the month: IPPT gold standard fitness!&lt;br /&gt;2.4km under 9:45min&lt;br /&gt;Pull-ups above 12&lt;br /&gt;Sit-ups: not sure but should be above 50&lt;br /&gt;Standing board jump : 243cm&lt;br /&gt;Sit&amp;Reach: 60cm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-8221543585459270081?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/8221543585459270081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/8221543585459270081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/02/aim-of-month-ippt-gold-standard-fitness.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-6092510610892221048</id><published>2009-02-19T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:49:32.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed when I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;I see you smiling back at me,&lt;br /&gt;It's like all my dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid if I lost you girl,&lt;br /&gt;I'd fall through the cracks and lose my track,&lt;br /&gt;In this crazy, lonely world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so hard to believe,&lt;br /&gt;When my nights can be so long,&lt;br /&gt;And faith gave me the strength,&lt;br /&gt;and kept me holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad you found me,&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Baby put your arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;When you finally find something real.&lt;br /&gt;My angel in the night, you are my love...&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here you are,&lt;br /&gt;With midnight closing in.&lt;br /&gt;You take my hand as our shadows dance,&lt;br /&gt;With moonlight on your skin.&lt;br /&gt;I look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost inside your kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I'd never met you,&lt;br /&gt;about all the things I'd missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so hard to believe,&lt;br /&gt;When a love can be so strong,&lt;br /&gt;And faith gives me the strength,&lt;br /&gt;and kept me going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad you found me,&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Baby put your arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;When you finally find something real.&lt;br /&gt;My angel in the night, you're my love...&lt;br /&gt;The love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad you found me,&lt;br /&gt;You are the love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Baby put your arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;When you finally find something real.&lt;br /&gt;My angel in the night, you are my love...&lt;br /&gt;My angel in the night, you are my love...&lt;br /&gt;The love of my... life......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-6092510610892221048?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6092510610892221048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6092510610892221048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-are-love-of-my-life-i-am-amazed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-7172304563659901400</id><published>2009-02-19T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:48:39.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALL HAIL TECHNOLOGY!&lt;br /&gt;omg this 2 weeks has really taught me an important life lesson. I've come to realize what's dear to me and I should really cherish them while i still possess them. I shall not be a brat that's immersed in beatific bliss but too blind to treasure it for it is only too human for someone to only cherish something after it has been lost. =((&lt;br /&gt;yes my friends, that coveted bless is the INTERNET!!! so cut off from the world without it...like as if fairy godmother turned me into that country bumpkin. Cinderella gone horribly wrong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i done these few days in the slumps...[thats pretty much what my house is like without internet...&lt;br /&gt;went out with baby! dhoby ghaut..quite a regular hangout. i love the theatre at plaza singapura!!!!!! haha met her SAT friends today. found a fellow emo-er =))) but im a cheerful emokid. hahaha really fun ppl. so happy that she introduced me to her friends. =) [feel recognized lol]kudos to me for managing not to screw up my sleight of hand..was quite nervous. first LIVE performance hahaha hands so cold from anxiety. great audience great audience. =))&lt;br /&gt;baby's hand so cold all the time...i'll always be there to warm them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly became nicole's personal gym trainer LOL. need to help her work all that fat of her body. Mission Impossible!!! someone call me tom cruise. &gt;.&lt; someone slap me for making such a stupid mistake. lol [nicole please dun read this paragraph]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent quality time iwth my family...[yep tts all i rmb...=/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok very tired....content so lame lol stayovers are so taxing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-7172304563659901400?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7172304563659901400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7172304563659901400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-hail-technology-omg-this-2-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4475587233924723302</id><published>2009-01-30T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:09:44.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last few days went out quite alot. Went to Bugis! Watched Love Matters...quite sad...dun have that "女人开始都是“不要” 然后就 “不要来，不要来”. 最后还是会“不...不要...不要停!不要停!”. AHAHAH from commercial. Dono wad else to say about the movie...i find it abit vulgar. Lots of sick humor. Seems to me Jack Neo is just trying to earn some green off low-class humor. Might as well go buy some magazine..i'm quite sure i can find loads of those stuff in there.&lt;br /&gt;Another horrid scene of castration near the finale of the movie. Reminds me of HARD CANDY. I hate that show...gives me nightmares. haha talking to andrea was more fun than the movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went library at CCK with nicole[nicole LOOK HERE. Don't complain I never blog about you]. Before that i ate LJS...i don't think i'm ever going to eat LJS again. The fries is like oil sticks...lots &amp; lots of oil. When i picked up one, the oil is practically dripping off the french fry.&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;Browsing at the library was fun. Lots of interesting books at General Collections section. I can't possibly read finish 4 books in a 2 week period so i only borrowed 3.&lt;br /&gt;1) The Lucifer Effect - Why good people turn evil!&lt;br /&gt;2) Deception : A way of Life&lt;br /&gt;3) [I shall not disclose this title]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks forward to saturday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4475587233924723302?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4475587233924723302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4475587233924723302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-few-days-went-out-quite-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-6223630059295955239</id><published>2009-01-21T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:49:39.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values.&lt;br /&gt;- Ayn Rand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of happiness is a most ridiculous phrase; if you pursue happiness you'll never find it.&lt;br /&gt;-C. P. Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can happiness be pursued and found, or does happiness appear when it is not sought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is elixir that all men seek yet we seldom clear of how to go about attaining this "nirvana of life". More often than not, people don't even know what it takes for them to be truly happy! Some may feel that money is the key while others would prefer a quiet life in bucolic settings. For the purpose of this argument, I will assume that people are astute enough to know where their ultimate happiness lies hence the problem is achieving it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we are all licensed to be happy from the moment we are born. The Declaration of Human Rights is a clear testament to this. No doubt everyone will be pursuing happiness with the exception of some unique splinter groups that just want to see the world burn with everyone else screaming in agony. Is this pursuit in vain? Or are we being superfluous with all our needless efforts because the attainment of happiness has nothing to do with hard work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that happiness can be sought and eventually found. An epitome of this hypothesis is the life story of self-made millionaire Chris Gardner. While he struggled with poverty and the upbringing of his son, he still managed to break out of what other would call FATE. Hence, it would seem that most people in this world are left alone in corridor of infinite locked doors with no idea which one leads to happiness even though they possess a master key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sure-way of opening that door where happiness lies is to pounce at every opportunity that you see. Even though things may not always end up the way you wished for, at least u know that you did not let happiness slip away right under your nose. A life without regrets will almost definitely be a happy one. Some cases where happiness appears when not sought can be simply explained as opportunity being shoved into your hands rather than you having to pounce at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not let people differ about their answers to the great mysteries of the Universe? Let each seek one's own way to the highest, to one's own sense of supreme loyalty in life, one's ideal of life. Let each philosophy, each world-view bring forth its truth and beauty to a larger perspective, that people may grow in vision, stature and dedication.&lt;br /&gt;-Algernon Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness: We rarely feel it.&lt;br /&gt;I would buy it, beg it, steal it,&lt;br /&gt;Pay in coins of dripping blood&lt;br /&gt;For this one transcendent good.&lt;br /&gt;-Amy Lowell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-6223630059295955239?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6223630059295955239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6223630059295955239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness-is-that-state-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-2105361715560618401</id><published>2009-01-18T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:44:07.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>phrases i love:&lt;br /&gt;BOO!&lt;br /&gt;we shall see...&lt;br /&gt;-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;tian ah&lt;br /&gt;how can like that&lt;br /&gt;shakes head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-2105361715560618401?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2105361715560618401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2105361715560618401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/phrases-i-love-boo-we-shall-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-7289231170153254894</id><published>2009-01-15T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:35:56.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Booking for BREAKOUT:&lt;br /&gt;Omg. It was damn dramatic. Only left like 10 seats where people can sit together. Then I got my offer for 4 seats but I did not manage to complete the forms in time so my offer was revoked. STUNNED! Luckily, I was fast enough to snatch back those same 4 seats from all those other cyber kiasu-kias who are just waiting to pounce at any available opportunity. It was great! Though we only managed to get RestrictedView Seats. [Still can see one...just the angle abit off]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Chat:&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Nicole about horoscopes and golden ratios....hmmm here's abit about myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Moon: Lunar Libra&lt;br /&gt;Your desire for harmonious relationships and surroundings is so strong that you avoid personal confrontations or any expression of intense, unpleasant emotions. You are an idealist who would like to paint the world in pastel colors, and live in peace and harmony with others at all times. You are able to see points of similarity and unity with people who are vastly different from yourself, and befriend many different types of people. You are a considerate and thoughtful friend, and have a real flair for making others feel accepted and appreciated. Inwardly you are often torn with indecision and are much more at odds with yourself than others would ever guess from your smooth, even disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Neptune: Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;You are part of a 14 year group of people who are conservative and traditional in spiritual aspirations and religious outlook. Your age group returns to some traditional basics in religion, and also traditional styles in music and art. Classical music and literature have a revival with your age group, and a great deal of inspiration is gained from the masters of arts, music, literature, and philosophy throughout history. Your age group is contemplative and reflective about religious matters and you take an objective and logical approach to religious issues. Many of you are cynics and critics of spiritual and metaphysical ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Other age groups criticize your group for not having enough heart and compassion. Sometimes this is true and is evidenced by some unusually crafty and manipulative fraud and deception that occurs in the higher ranks of governments and large businesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Juno: Sagittarius&lt;br /&gt;It is vital that your partner can keep up with you. Juno-Sagittarius is so dynamic, so filled with energy, enthusiasm and drive that she can intimidate those who can't match her strength and courage. You crave variety so you're likely to be slow to settle down but once you decide on a partner you are more than happy to be tied down as long as your bonds aren't too tight. You need independence and freedom, and a partner who is secure enough to allow you to spend time on your own and perhaps to have friends and experiences outside the relationship. Clingy or dependent partners will soon drive you to leave; instead you need a partner whose zeal for life matches your own. Your partner must be willing to join you in your ambitious schemes and to explore uncharted territories with you. However, any hint of fickleness, infidelity or unkindness will turn you right off. It's important that your partner have a life of their own but someone who uses their independence to hurt you is not for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sun: YOU&lt;br /&gt;jz kidding...its in SCORPIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios are the most intense, profound, powerful characters in the zodiac. Even when they appear self-controlled and calm there is a seething intensity of emotional energy under the placid exterior. They are like the volcano not far under the surface of a calm sea, it may burst into eruption at any moment. But those of us who are particularly perceptive will be aware of the harnessed aggression, the immense forcefulness, magnetic intensity, and often strangely hypnotic personality under the tranquil, but watchful composure of Scorpio. In conventional social gatherings they are pleasant to be with, thoughtful in conversation, dignified, and reserved, yet affable and courteous; they sometimes possess penetrating eyes which make their shyer companions feel naked and defenseless before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their everyday behavior they give the appearance of being withdrawn from the center of activity, yet those who know them will recognize the watchfulness that is part of their character. They need great self-discipline, because they are able to recognize the qualities in themselves that make them different from other humans, and to know their utterly conventional natures can be used for great good, or great evil. Their tenacity and willpower are immense, their depth of character and passionate conviction overwhelming, yet they are deeply sensitive and easily moved by their emotions. Their sensitivity, together with a propensity for extreme likes and dislikes make them easily hurt, quick to detect insult or injury to themselves (often when none is intended) and easily aroused to ferocious anger. This may express itself in such destructive speech or action that they make lifelong enemies by their outspokenness, for they find it difficult not to be overly critical of anything or anyone to whom they take a dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can harness their abundant energy constructively, tempering their self-confidence with shrewdness and their ambition with magnanimity toward others provided they like them. They relate to fellow workers only as leaders and can be blunt to those they dislike to the point of cruelty. In fact they are not above expressing vindictiveness in deliberate cruelty. They are too demanding, too unforgiving of faults in others, perhaps because they are not aware of the shortcomings within themselves, and extravagantly express their self-disgust in unreasonable resentment against their fellows. They do, however, make excellent friends, provided that their companions do nothing to impugn the honor of which Scorpios are very jealous. Part of the negative side of the Scorpio nature is a tendency to discard friends once they cease to be useful, but the decent native is aware of, and fights this tendency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are fortunate in that their strong reasoning powers are tempered with imagination and intuition, and these gifts, together with critical perception and analytical capacity, can enable the Scorpions to penetrate to profundities beyond the average. They have a better chance of becoming geniuses than the natives of any other sign.But charismatic "twice-born" characters such as they can sink into the extremes of depravity if they take the wrong path, and the intensity of their nature exaggerates their harmful tendencies into vices far greater than the normal.&lt;br /&gt;Rebelliousness against all conventions, political extremism to the point where hatred of the Establishment makes them utterly unscrupulous terrorists. Brooding resentment, aggressive and sadistic brutality, total arrogance, morbid jealousy, extreme volatility of temperament, these are some of their vices. At the other extreme is the procrastinator, the man or woman who is capable of so much that they do nothing and become indolent and self-indulgent, requiring extravagant praise and flattery from those whom they make their cronies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being so gifted, they can find fulfillment in many employments. Their inner intensity can result in the ice-cold self-control and detachment of the surgeon, the concentration of the research scientist, and the heroism of the soldier. Any profession in which analysis, investigation, research, dealing with practicalities, and the solving of mysteries are relevant, can appeal to them. So police and detective work, espionage and counterespionage, the law , physics or psychology may attract them, and they can become masters of the written and spoken word. They may be most persuasive orators and find fulfillment as diplomats or preachers and, if they make the Church their profession, their inner intensity can express itself in the spiritual fervor of the mystic or the thaumaturgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio is the symbol of sex and Scorpios are passionate lovers, the most sensually energetic of all the signs. For them, union with the beloved is a sacrament, an "outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace.&amp;quot. Their overriding urge in loving is to use their power to penetrate beyond themselves and to lose themselves sexually in their partners in an almost mystical ecstasy, thus discovering the meaning of that union which is greater than individuality, and is a marriage of the spirit as well as of flesh. They are thus capable of the greatest heights of passionate transport, but debauchery and perversion are always dangers, and Scorpios can become sadistic monsters of sensuality and eroticism. Their feelings are so intense that even when their love is of the highest, and most idealistic kind, they are nevertheless frequently protagonists in tragic, even violent romances, "star-crossed lovers&amp;quot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-7289231170153254894?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7289231170153254894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7289231170153254894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/booking-for-breakout-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-3287157069055084813</id><published>2009-01-14T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:04:45.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PARKOUR RULEZ!&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LEARN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjQxIRWZu0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IjQxIRWZu0c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&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/1468024902089369970-3287157069055084813?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3287157069055084813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3287157069055084813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/parkour-rulez-i-want-to-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-286265017981297254</id><published>2009-01-12T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:01:50.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a day of revelation. I guess the adults were right in saying that you will only know what you really want to work as, if you really go out there to work. Looking back on my one week of work, my ambivalent feelings settles down to a clear resolution: I'll NEVER do something that I do not like! Its torturous to be wasting my youth and cognizance for something that I do not believe in. I guess its tantamount to psychological slavery! [Making money for some foreign institution that will eventually just turn their backs on you when you are old and frail. To think one might even have slogged their whole life for that institution!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad to see that the value of someone's life all boils down to monetary terms.&lt;br /&gt;"If u make money for me, you're hired! (at least for as long as you are useful)"&lt;br /&gt;So are we supposed to be as malicious as others to prevent ourselves from getting disadvantaged? Even if its at the cost of our principles? A question that's highly disputed thus naturally will not find its answers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;she found a job. But her job prevents her from messaging too much. I'm very sad that i can't spend more time with her. Yet, I'm very excited to see her with a job. ZZz I hate such conflicting feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-286265017981297254?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/286265017981297254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/286265017981297254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-day-of-revelation.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-9000538087681140614</id><published>2009-01-11T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:06:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday went to Science Center with Andrea! It was really fun...though some inevitable mishaps occurred...&lt;br /&gt;1) This stupid machine measured my height as only 1.74....&lt;br /&gt;2) Fell when i was walking which made me look totally stupid&lt;br /&gt;haha other than that, i'll always remember this trip. Just woke up! omg...cant even think now...T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-9000538087681140614?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/9000538087681140614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/9000538087681140614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/yesterday-went-to-science-center-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-9096943388563909922</id><published>2009-01-09T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:16:09.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:: A wonderful poem ::&lt;br /&gt;If I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;                  I would wish to wake up everyday&lt;br /&gt;                  to the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;                  the warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;                  the touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;                  and the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;br /&gt;                  Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;br /&gt;                  with anyone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather dull day. Work was as slack as ever. I'm paid $6/hr yet my effective working hour is only about 3-4 hours a day. Great job i have here! On a separate note, just to make u people more jealous, I'M GETTING A WEEK'S BREAK FOR CNY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, I see this old lady in wheelchairs at Jurong East Bus Interchange. "Tissue paper $1, tissue paper $1", she shouts. Her plight made me really sad.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are her children?"&lt;br /&gt;"She has no savings?"&lt;br /&gt;"How does she cope with only selling tissue paper?"&lt;br /&gt;Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;Other than tt awful event [hearing her scrreaaaam for like 10mins at the interchange], today was really enjoyable. Smsing was fun. hahahah nth else to blog liao. Jz another day. Jz another person in Jz another world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-9096943388563909922?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/9096943388563909922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/9096943388563909922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonderful-poem-if-i-could-have-just-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-7839317044497522602</id><published>2009-01-08T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:00:12.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~Ode to Yellow Tulips~&lt;br /&gt;You are my only sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;lighting up the darkest nights,&lt;br /&gt;please come here to my side,&lt;br /&gt;warm me up and keep me alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-7839317044497522602?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7839317044497522602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7839317044497522602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/ode-to-yellow-tulips-you-are-my-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-2816557539642321872</id><published>2009-01-06T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:34:07.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cabal of four sets sail,&lt;br /&gt;though fatigue begets ail.&lt;br /&gt;Uncovering virgin turf,&lt;br /&gt;negotiating bends and curves.&lt;br /&gt;And so the scholastic odyssey commences,&lt;br /&gt;pitting dollars against our senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the unknown with a cheerful gait,&lt;br /&gt;all the rewards for the brave awaits.&lt;br /&gt;ABC, Sarees and Gold watches too,&lt;br /&gt;nothing interests me more than you.&lt;br /&gt;Surface is where the eye concludes,&lt;br /&gt;forever is what this covenant preludes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the rabbit hole fell Alice,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking what's not to be sought.&lt;br /&gt;Guided by amorphous Chester,&lt;br /&gt;realizing what was mere chatter.&lt;br /&gt;Tied between heart and mind,&lt;br /&gt;where will this story end.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-2816557539642321872?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2816557539642321872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2816557539642321872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/cabal-of-four-sets-sail-though-fatigue.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-3720621497095613760</id><published>2009-01-04T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T23:46:00.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new year begins - a new chapter in life unfolds. No matter what 2009 holds for me, i'll definitely make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;The old korean adage:&lt;br /&gt;"In this world, there is a creature.&lt;br /&gt;When it approaches you, all of its hair covers its face and you wont be able to see any of its features!&lt;br /&gt;Its body emanates a light fragrance that tempts your very soul.&lt;br /&gt;As it walks past and the allure tempts you to grab it and take a look at its face, only then do you realize that the back of its head is bald.&lt;br /&gt;You can't grab it by its hair and can only watch it pass you. [imagine the scenario and break out in laughter!!! ]&lt;br /&gt;That creature is Opportunity!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;1) Be a YES!MAN&lt;br /&gt;2) Love &amp;amp; Be Loved!&lt;br /&gt;3) Get into OCS&lt;br /&gt;4) BMI: 20&lt;br /&gt;5) Get started on investment and stocks!&lt;br /&gt;6) Become a higher Machiavellian [random]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-3720621497095613760?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3720621497095613760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3720621497095613760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-begins-new-chapter-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4840335828830933780</id><published>2008-12-27T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:59:09.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shopping Spree!&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, nothing but shopping. I am so tired! But i got new clothes =) its quite nice. Thanks to all the people that got me X'mas presents!!! I really appreciate it. On a irrelevant note that's brought up by Andrea, adults should stop saying things like "现在的年轻人啊，etc...blah blah blah...gibberish ". That's total bullshit. No one is perfect no matter how hard we try so its inevitable that you "Adults" will commit the same "crimes" that we teens do. -.- Adult bigotry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4840335828830933780?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4840335828830933780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4840335828830933780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-spree-for-past-few-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-8536901804920401446</id><published>2008-12-15T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:44:53.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SUY0zjtyYoI/AAAAAAAAADk/UEW7WOYW-bU/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SUY0zjtyYoI/AAAAAAAAADk/UEW7WOYW-bU/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279965673503744642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new chapter:&lt;br /&gt;As of today i'm gona change this blog!&lt;br /&gt;*LoL*&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be a log of my life! Take away the boring stuff. Next time when i look back at life, at least i'd have something to refer to. If i can't even remember the happiest moments of my life...its quite sad. Hence! in order not to die with regrets, this is going to be a revolution!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA im going to start by posting a picture of my idol! Even though she's quite a newbie, i think she's got quite alot of potential. In &lt;&lt;原来我不帅&gt;&gt;, she played this schizophrenic girl called 品萱. One side of her is vile and dangerous while the other side is demure and kind [also thinks she comes from some $%#$% planet. siao...] Its really hilarious when she falls in love with SiSi [李玖哲]. Even though her love story is not the main plot, her gorgeous face make me notice! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, i got myself an English name! Haha! Just for those people who have trouble pronouncing my name. Tada, u can call me Vince! [It means victorious!] Cool. Thanks Nicole for thinking of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-8536901804920401446?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/8536901804920401446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/8536901804920401446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-chapter-as-of-today-im-gona-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SUY0zjtyYoI/AAAAAAAAADk/UEW7WOYW-bU/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-1256042044808110492</id><published>2008-12-13T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:28:15.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to blogging. Recently read quite a few books. All of which are rather interesting; there's this psychology book on seduction...most interesting...ahhem&lt;br /&gt;Job search is really an arduous task - definitely not for the light-hearted. Every time I walk through the doors of a company, I harbor hopes of employment and pay [$7/hr is good enough for me] only to be disappointed each and every time. SUCKS =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottled up feelings that can't be said in words....&lt;br /&gt;Finally found a song to voice it out...phew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你笑着说他是朋友&lt;br /&gt;但你眼中太温柔&lt;br /&gt;我的不安那么沉重&lt;br /&gt;只有你不懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他霸占了你的心中&lt;br /&gt;属于我的角落&lt;br /&gt;所以你说我们不是你和我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我想太多你总这样说&lt;br /&gt;但你却没有真的心疼我&lt;br /&gt;是我想太多我也这样说&lt;br /&gt;这是唯一能安慰我的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他霸占了你的心中&lt;br /&gt;属于我的角落&lt;br /&gt;所以你说我们不是你和我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我想太多你总这样说&lt;br /&gt;但你却没有真的心疼我&lt;br /&gt;是我想太多我也这样说&lt;br /&gt;这是唯一能安慰我的理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我没有错怪了什么&lt;br /&gt;虽然你不说都是错在我&lt;br /&gt;太晚我才懂爱了你太多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我想太多你总这样说&lt;br /&gt;但你却没有真的心疼我&lt;br /&gt;是我想太多我也这样说&lt;br /&gt;这是唯一能安慰我的理由&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-1256042044808110492?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1256042044808110492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1256042044808110492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-3378511087949479283</id><published>2008-09-10T19:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:23:09.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Calm before the storm&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, exams are over. Everyone can take a breather, that is, before getting strangled again. My friends often chat about their study plans. This is pretty good influence as they motivate me to study as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breakfast: Paper 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tea Break: Revision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch: Paper 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tea Break: Revision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner: Paper 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supper: Revision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much the plan for A levels....yummy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for now, time to PARTY&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;! [i say that with a great deal of conviction to stop in time and start revision]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love studying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this self-motivational talk thing....i hope it works.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-3378511087949479283?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3378511087949479283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3378511087949479283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/09/calm-before-storm-finally-exams-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-939288282310830708</id><published>2008-09-04T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:01:16.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Notions of love.&lt;div&gt;I want to fall asleep listening to your heartbeat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To wake up in the morning with you by my side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to come home to a warm hug,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and homemade dinner that warms the heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want our home to be a refuge against the cold-blooded society,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;away from all the controversy and masquerade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to watch the sun set and rise with you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being with you makes the whole process a matter of seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stop dreaming and go study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-939288282310830708?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/939288282310830708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/939288282310830708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/09/notions-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-2257867811592249079</id><published>2008-09-03T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:01:34.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the glass mirror cracks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are thinking life is unfair and nobody cares about you when they should, then i suggest you stop it and have a reality check. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you look into the mirror, the only thing you see is...you. That's about the most important thing in your world. But then again, there are millions of people in this world; millions of mirrors; millions of small worlds constituting this entire reality that we are in. You are insignificant just as I am. When you die, people come to your funeral. They moan the loss of you. They cry and they wept. The next morning, its a brand new day and you have just crossed the transition from an insignificant person to an insignificant photograph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People like to be the centre of attention; they like to be cared about; they like to be pampered and loved by others. However, at the end of the day, do they really care? There's an excellent chinese saying, "人不为己， 天诛地灭" Essentially, people only care about themselves. Being selfish is human nature! So don't go around saying hypocritical stuff like "Why are you so selfish?"! By wanting them to share things with you rather than letting them have the pleasure and privilege of having it only to themselves is a selfish act by itself. Sorry i hate hypocritical people. I hate myself too as people cant escape from being hypocritical. In retrospect, we often find ourselves being hypocrites. That's why I'm trying to practice what I preach. People tend to respect you for that. Even though it can sometimes be painful being true to your words....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the point on the selfishness of mankind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being selfish is different from evil. Being selfish is about being concerned/obsessed with your own desires, needs and interests while &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ignoring those of others&lt;/span&gt;. Being evil would be wanting everything to yourself and leaving nothing for others so that they don't surpass you. Now that's evil! Sadly, some people i know are like that but i try to tolerate because no one is perfect......So is being selfish good? Well, it got us humans so far. There's probably no reason it won't ensure that we continue to "prosper" if that's what you confer global warming, extinction and famine as. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip-side, all the evil in the world could be what motivated us humans to where we are in this time and day. Think about it. Why do you study? The answer is obvious; to have good job prospects! In other words, to get MONEY. Money inevitably leads to other sins. 99.9% of the population is probably studying without the motivation from the thirst of knowledge. I know I'm one of them despite the fact that I like acquiring new knowledge for the sake of knowledge. Still, my main purpose of studying is MONEY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did Graham Bell invent the telephone for the sake of making other people's lives more convenient? Then, why did he patent it and earn loads of cash off it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did the notion of being able to comfort others' lives and thirst of knowledge propel Thomas Edison to try thousands of materials to invent the light bulb? Then why did he boast an amazing 1,093 US patents in his name and became a businessman, putting his inventions into mass production?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you stop to think, this world is grim and evil. Everything said about good triumphing over evil...that's bullshit. There is no such thing as good. Maybe there was. But clearly it has already been driven to near extinction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you look, you can find evil everywhere."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-2257867811592249079?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2257867811592249079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2257867811592249079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-glass-mirror-cracks.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-354204914933581703</id><published>2008-09-01T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:25:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facts of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Its sad. He's getting more and disillusioned by humanity. All those lessons about morals and values, what not to do and what to do; none of them really prepares you for the dilemmas and pitfalls of life. One can never tell if the other is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On one Earth, two worlds exist;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of fantasy, one of malice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stuck in between, I seem dazed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;under that plastic, a grin's raised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People have no idea what its like to be on the top where battles are fought behind the scenes or even without you knowing it. I hope i don't land myself in that situation in the future. You shouldn't too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-354204914933581703?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/354204914933581703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/354204914933581703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/09/facts-of-life-its-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-6288469031666402903</id><published>2008-08-29T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:21:53.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sighz its been 2 months since i blogged. Not like i want to blog this rarely, it just that one can rarely find time for oneself in such a hectic schedule. Exams, exams and more exams...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The human race is nothing but a paper chase...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a life is undoubtably boring but at the end of the day, i still feel that the satisfaction of being able to survive it and the reward of that knowledge itself far outweighs the banes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who am i kidding....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-6288469031666402903?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6288469031666402903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6288469031666402903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/08/sighz-its-been-2-months-since-i-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-1821216388145415971</id><published>2008-07-05T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:34:43.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! A consecutive 3 day break! I can only imagine mugging and more mugging ahead of me though. I don't know why i returned to playing Maplestory...probably because i can stop anytime i want and its a sort of a stress reliever. I hope...&lt;br /&gt;Endure! A few more months and its play play and more play!!!! =))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-1821216388145415971?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1821216388145415971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1821216388145415971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-consecutive-3-day-break-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-701513585371272289</id><published>2008-06-29T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:00:04.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha Today i saw someone selling his/her notes on Facebook. I suppose i'm quite slow as i only just saw it when the guy/girl posted it on Facebook in November 2007. But still...WHO WOULD BUY SUCH STUFF?! If you're the type of person that don't take notes and hence are now scrambling for notes from other sellers, then i say, don't bother taking A levels. Seriously. Oh ya, and it helps save some trees too -.- Thus, i don't see where he gets the market for his notes x)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm losing my mind. Talking to myself all the time recently, being excessively satirical and caustic...its like i'm morphing into my alter-ego. I'm even playing Neopets! [thats the main reason i'm freaked out...] After some thinking, it could be caused by my fanaticism with American and Japan soap operas now. [They are NOT operas]&lt;br /&gt;ok check these few out!&lt;br /&gt;1. Hana Kimi&lt;br /&gt;2. Nobuta wo Produce&lt;br /&gt;3. Teppan Shoujo Akane&lt;br /&gt;4. Seito Shokun!&lt;br /&gt;5. The Suite Life&lt;br /&gt;6. Hannah Montana&lt;br /&gt;7. My Name is Earl [love his to-do list]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i think i over-watched. Crap........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;time to hit the books&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-701513585371272289?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/701513585371272289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/701513585371272289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/06/haha-today-i-saw-someone-selling-hisher.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-2002772598066497402</id><published>2008-06-24T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:52:33.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to watch this comedy "Get Smart" with Nicole yesterday. It was quite entertaining especially those "few sexual references". x)&lt;br /&gt;I love to watch comedians who maintain a stern face when they are actually making wonderful jokes. It just makes it look so as-a-matter-of-fact that its hilarious. Love the puns too. Some other comedians i love include Ryan Higa and Jon Lajoie. Check them out on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Youtube! Um...Jon Lajoie's videos mostly contain sexual references so i wont recommend it if you are a conservative wuss in the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;Common test results came back...&lt;br /&gt;I totally screwed up! Even physics was disappointing. There were so many careless mistakes that should have been avoided. I still need to work on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chemistry and Math. Somehow, i'm having no doubts about failing economics even though i haven't seen my paper yet. Finally! A certainty in life that i can rely on ; failing economics...&lt;br /&gt;oh well, what's done is done. No use looking back and regretti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ng...though i probably wont remember anything even if i did look back...hmmm i do remember getting damn pissed off at the Science paper MCQs. They just hate us...i'm sure of it...&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Its time to move on!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get rid of all the tension that built up from looking at all my results, i found a soap opera that's worth dying for. Well, you may not agree with me and think that i'm childish for watching such lame stuff...but i just cant resist those hilarious puns in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Title: The Suite Life of Zack and Cody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Btw, Maki Horikita rocks! Heres some pictures! Got them from Facebook fanclub x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SGEGTIEbUmI/AAAAAAAAACY/t1SmhijEXnY/s1600-h/464835672_14ad769944_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SGEGTIEbUmI/AAAAAAAAACY/t1SmhijEXnY/s400/464835672_14ad769944_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215456769125077602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SGEHR1Q6TeI/AAAAAAAAACg/g-92f9u3kp4/s1600-h/horitaka0fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SGEHR1Q6TeI/AAAAAAAAACg/g-92f9u3kp4/s400/horitaka0fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215457846408924642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporty, Cute, Big-eyes ... Totally my type! HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-2002772598066497402?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2002772598066497402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2002772598066497402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-to-watch-this-comedy-get-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/SGEGTIEbUmI/AAAAAAAAACY/t1SmhijEXnY/s72-c/464835672_14ad769944_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-5607525181678062657</id><published>2008-06-21T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:25:21.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Its been such a long time since i have blogged. The culprit to such a hiatus in my posts is , no doubt, my laziness. Admittedly, i view blogging as a heavy responsibility. Despite this, i happen to enjoy blogging. Other than being a platform for my rants, its also something that helps me improve my English. [Politically correct bullshit]&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened since February. Its well out of my comfort zone to break out of my mundane routines but i must say that it was rather enjoyable, although it makes me guilty at the same time. This holiday is wasted in my case. I felt I did not do anything. The only feat that i managed  to squeeze out, is that i finished my homework. Thats all! [kicks myself]&lt;br /&gt;Now, when you read till here, you may stop to think... "Oh my god, he's such a bastard...i haven't even started on mine yet"&lt;br /&gt;Well, hear this! I'm a bastard that cares about my schoolwork! =)&lt;br /&gt;Like some wisecrack always said, "Its better to mug and suffer now, than to mug some old lady and suffer later"&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to continue on this "paper-chase", like some stupid lab rat lead by a cheese that its never going to get. I just don't want to regret later in life.&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/1468024902089369970-5607525181678062657?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/5607525181678062657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/5607525181678062657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/06/genesis.html' title='Genesis'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-8857848341181145211</id><published>2008-02-20T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:33:26.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic SchoolLife</title><content type='html'>Omg. Its been damn long since i posted. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Recently school has been hectic. Before NTU invitational, we [archery team] trained almost 5-6 days a week! Really enjoyed it though! i'm beginning to love xiaobai more and more n MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wakeup, school, train, eat, homework, sleep...that's all that i have been doing for the past few days. But training has been so fun.&lt;br /&gt;I think i feel this way because of the people insofar that i look forward to both the shooting and the interactions with the other archers! Archers are all cool! ;D&lt;br /&gt;HAD ONLY THREE WEEKS TO TRAIN FOR FITA 900 plus hafta use aluminium arrows when all those other archers are using ultra cool carbon arrows...some even X10....&lt;br /&gt;But i'll consider that i did relatively well for the competition...managing to hit 702/900 in my first try..&lt;br /&gt;Did not meet standard that i set for myself though [730/900]&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely improve! especially when my carbons come in. bwahahaha&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT A MEDAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Archery Girls team for doing ever so well!&lt;br /&gt;Cheering works ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the NTU invitational is over....SP INVITATIONAL! or INTERSCHOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright! i'll go all out until April! Then, it will be back to hit the books!!!&lt;br /&gt;Life is so fulfilling now compared to JC1.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-8857848341181145211?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/8857848341181145211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/8857848341181145211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/02/hectic-schoollife.html' title='Hectic SchoolLife'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-3082045206000197213</id><published>2008-01-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:19:06.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random-</title><content type='html'>wah. its really been a long time since i've posted. Throughout these few days, i've been busy with LOADS of school work. Or is it just me? Maybe its because i come from a family of workaholics...&lt;br /&gt;Now i've rushed schoolwork to the extend that i am ahead. =)&lt;br /&gt;This feeling is sensational! LOL. I feel so relaxed everytime i come home but at the same time, lost as i have nothing to do. So i try and find things to do so as to not to waste my time away. I guess this is why they say once you get ahead, you will automatically stay ahead...&lt;br /&gt;Well, hectic week... but fulfilling nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll continue to stay ahead =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-3082045206000197213?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3082045206000197213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3082045206000197213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/01/random.html' title='random-'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-2941681750271648734</id><published>2008-01-01T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:38:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown 2008!!!!</title><content type='html'>Venue: Goodwood Park Hotel, Windsor Ballroom    0600pm - 0100am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah i had a great time at the countdown! THE FOOD WAS AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer: Lobster Salad&lt;br /&gt;First Dish: Sesame Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Second Dish: Steamed Fish&lt;br /&gt;Third Dish: Barbecue Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Dish: Scallops&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Dish: Shark's Fin Soup with Chicken and Crab's Meat&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Dish: Marinated Prawns with Some damn nice sauce&lt;br /&gt;Seventh Dish: Noodles! -.- don't know what noodles but it was pure delicacy&lt;br /&gt;Dessert : MANGO PUDDING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS Free Flow Red Wine!!! I drank like...10++ cups LOL&lt;br /&gt;Initially my dad stopped me. He told me no one is going to carry you back if you become dead drunk. BUT, i went straight ahead. After the party, i didn't get drunk even after some of his colleagues got drunk. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dinner was great but the dance wasn't so great. When the MC asked for people to come out to dance, only those people from CRC committee and Project Committee [mostly the indians] came out. They were quite cool...but their dance was just not what i would do on an occasion like that. lol...i suppose most of them were slightly drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MC was hilarious. His mimicks of dances and songs of all languages will just make you stop eating and start rolling on the floor laughing. I'm glad i went, it was so cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lucky draw was the highlight. This lucky fella from Hwa Chong got a Trip for 2 to Australia! WORTH $2500!!!!! Damn i feel like robbing someone right now...&lt;br /&gt;My dad won't be knowing his prize until he goes to work the next day as they only announced the winners for the Top 10 prizes. Some of them was really crap la....lyk who would want a JETMASTER Vacuum Cleaner unless if you are a housewife or if you have some weird inclinations / hobbies . hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-2941681750271648734?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2941681750271648734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/2941681750271648734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2008/01/countdown-2008.html' title='Countdown 2008!!!!'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-1039428703312568304</id><published>2007-12-30T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:51:57.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go go go'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Well. It has once again come to the part of the year where you reflect upon the current year and set goals for the incoming year. I have lots of expectations and goals but I'm not confident of achieving them all. One can always Dream.&lt;br /&gt;1. I swear not to waste any precious time next year so that my time is maximized and allocated in the most efficient way probable. Time is scarce.&lt;br /&gt;2. I shall refrain from failing any tests and examinations in the next year. I've had enough failing to fill whole book.&lt;br /&gt;3. I shall get back on my physical edge and perform well for napfa. To hell with silver, i want gold. I've never been able to achieve Gold in Napfa ever since i fractured my arms and wrist in Secondary School. That's starting to irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;4. Last but definitely not the least, I WANT TO OWN IN ARCHERY!!! and STUDIES!!! and succesfully carry out the &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 0);font-family:MS UI Gothic;" &gt;National Junior College  (Singapore) International Archery Youth Shoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Call me a Fantasist but i am going to stick to my resolutions and carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;6. Absolutely no grades below A for A levels. It is called the A levels after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Note the keyword: "refrain" in point 2. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-1039428703312568304?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1039428703312568304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1039428703312568304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-1313780929763922077</id><published>2007-12-30T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:42:47.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to STUDY</title><content type='html'>woohoo today i went to the Jurong Regional Library with my friends. HAHA with my nerdy friends....our gang i guess- the RV BOYS&lt;br /&gt;Is Retro the trend nowadays or is it just me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone seems to be wear thick black spectacles that make the wearer look nerdy!&lt;br /&gt;Basically we went there to do some last minute hugging of the Buddha's legs...to chiong out our holiday homework! Unfortunately i wasn't very productive... i took an average of 45min PER QUESTION, like WTH! i just hate integration questions that involve finding out the volumes of the graph provided.&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of this stupid method anyway?! Its not like as if in the future, people will not provided you any information if they ever had the weird inclination of giving other people graphs. When it comes to work, usually all the information are stated. Damn i hate writing long workings. hahahah its not like as if i don't understand the way of doing such questions. Guess the math teachers are just out to spam us with homework so that our brains don't degenerate whilst the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-1313780929763922077?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1313780929763922077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1313780929763922077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-to-study.html' title='Time to STUDY'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-6452078918487973566</id><published>2007-12-21T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T21:36:48.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>Went X'mas shopping with my parents =)&lt;br /&gt;Balmain Shirt - $89&lt;br /&gt;Berntwood Pants - $89&lt;br /&gt;Cufflinks - $79&lt;br /&gt;Random Leather Belt - $39&lt;br /&gt;Pinoso's Leather Shoes - $100&lt;br /&gt;The heart-wrenching pain &amp;amp; burnt wallet - Priceless......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-6452078918487973566?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6452078918487973566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6452078918487973566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-1159454410510300453</id><published>2007-12-18T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:15:58.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insights -</title><content type='html'>After watching a television program, i really had some deep insights into life. Life is really not just what it seems to us. It is not just our daily routine and its our attitude that determines what life is to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attitude determines everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's a story about a young man who went to a construction site. He saw people doing hard labor and carrying bricks around the construction site. He wasn't sure what they were doing so he approached one of the workers.&lt;br /&gt;" Hi, may i ask what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can't u see?! I'm doing hard labor!" The man replied with a tinge of anger and irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the typical Pessimist. Everything he does seems to be a burden that life has put on him. There is no real value that he sees in his job, hence the absence of satisfaction and love for his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, he approach another man. This next man had a smile on his face. He appeared more amiable and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;" Hi, may i ask what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;" Oh, I'm building up a wall."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the Professionalist. He sees everything from a professional point of view and recognizes the practical value of his efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The next person he approached was vibrant with energy and extremely gentle and kind.&lt;br /&gt;" Hi, may i ask what are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;" Hi, I'm building a church," He said with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the Idealist. He aspires to or lives in accordance with high standards or principles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Despite all three people doing the same job, they have different interpretations of their efforts. Humans being rational creatures are at the state where their lives are easily affected by their attitude towards it.&lt;br /&gt;- So from now on, I'm going to change my attitude towards life. I am also going to help change the negative attitudes of my friends [if any]. Studying not for the sake of studying, but for the greater good of repaying what the world has provided for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends are a major factor that determines how far you go in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are three type of good friends that we should have.&lt;br /&gt;Type 1: A forgiving friend.&lt;br /&gt;Type 2: An experienced friend.&lt;br /&gt;Type 3: A strict and idealistic friend&lt;br /&gt;When you are in the wrong, you can always count on Type 1 to forgive you and make you feel better. Then Type 2 comes around and smack the truth right in you face. As the saying goes, " A true friend stabs you in the front" Type 2 will be there to prevent any chance of procrastination and delusion. He/She is the one who will lead you back on the rightful path. Type 3 is like "a wise man" that has a reservoir of experience to share with you so that you may be able to shun the dangers and cliffs in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, there are three types of bad friends that we should avoid.&lt;br /&gt;Type 1: A hot-tempered friend&lt;br /&gt;Type 2: An indecisive friend&lt;br /&gt;Type 3: A over-influential friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot-tempered friend tend to rush into things and often without rational thinking. This is often the case of youth that involve in gang fights. When youths kill each other in gang fights and get sent to Boys' Town, they often don't even know who the victim is or what kind of person. When asked about the motive of the killings, the only answer that was given was Loyalty to the Clan and clan members. Such is complete stupidity and the result of hot-temperedness of the members. One hot-tempered member could tap the passion and pride for the clan while turning this into blind loyalty and hatred for the other clan hence leading to gang fights. Hence, Type 1 is definitely not a good friend to have as blind passion sometimes leads to danger and harm to self and others around you.&lt;br /&gt;Type 2 is the type of friend that is responsible for killing opportunities that come by you. The koreans have a saying, " There is a weird creature that is cover with hair on the forehead but bald at the back. It runs quickly by you. When it approached you, you do not know what it is and hesitates but as it runs past you, you see its true colors. But as it passes and you try to grab it by the hair, all you get is the bald scalp that slips from you grasp." Such a weird creature is called Opportunity. Type 2 amplifies your hesitation and sometimes even prevents you from seeing it. Take for example, you are going on a business venture. Type 2 will be saying that you should be satisfied with your current job....what you will lose if you go on with the venture....etc then he will continue to talk about what if you succeed......... all in all, leaving you with a dilemma. A good friend will weigh out the pros and cons by himself and tell you to go for it if there's even a slight chance of success while providing all the help he can render you. Do not let opportunities go by you! Grab them and hold on to your believes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-1159454410510300453?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1159454410510300453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/1159454410510300453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/12/insights_18.html' title='Insights -'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4931399654006429943</id><published>2007-12-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:45:45.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun tell me life is a big joke....cuz...I DUN GET IT</title><content type='html'>I had been quite busy with training and giving tuitions [to earn some extra bucks to buy stuff hahaha!] so didn't had the time to blog. =(&lt;br /&gt;shooting club's senior farewell chalet is coming soon. Today we went around Singapore to trial run the amazing race. HAHA my group took WEST area. we understood the west area so much that we did not really test run it. Just went around shopping and drinking starbucks' coffee. NOTE: Take Jun Yang's advise that Starbucks' Mocha is not as nice as that of Coffee Bean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that was Mr Heah's Wedding. HAHA Some corny wedding! The pastor was freaking corny. Sincerely hope that Mr Heah and Mrs Heah will live happily ever after because they PROMISED. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Map =\&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://karavshin.org/special/singapore-mrt-anagram.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://karavshin.org/special/singapore-mrt-anagram.png" alt="" 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/1468024902089369970-4931399654006429943?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4931399654006429943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4931399654006429943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/12/dun-tell-me-life-is-big-jokecuzi-dun.html' title='Dun tell me life is a big joke....cuz...I DUN GET IT'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-7172396379152603493</id><published>2007-12-01T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T22:41:36.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NJSC training camp</title><content type='html'>Went for this 3D 2N training camp in school. i feel i took home a lot from this camp; mostly consolidated mental strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1 : I reached school at 6.25am. Freaking early!!! Then us, archers went to shoot in zhenghua range. It was rather fruitful as i corrected several of my mistakes. THEN came hell...my worse errata resurfaced and to make things worse, i don't even know what's wrong with myself! Just kept on shooting and asked friends to help me look out for my mistakes. Sadly they also don't know. =( Felt discouraged and depressed like i'm stuck in a void of darkness with not even the hint of light.&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we watched inspirational movies. Then i saw Kai Sheng brought in Meet the Robinsons. Then i was like..."how the hell is this supposed to be inspirational?!" Note: that comment was based on my first impression of the movie, i did not really watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Then after watching the movie, i was really inspired! the motto "Keep moving forward!" stuck like glue in my head. I guess that phrase really applies to a lot in life.&lt;br /&gt;At night, we played basketball. That has got to be the most unfair and heavily handicapped game i EVER played. We played the shooting game, [ABC]. Me and johnathan were one team while wuduo, verene, sam and shiane the other. They had four people; four chances and once one of them scored, the whole team moves on. Me and johnthan one team BUT we can only advance when BOTH of us scores. FURTHERMORE, the [air-ball:restart] rules do not apply to the girls!!!!! RAHHHHH lost miserably...&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was MENTAL TRAINING! First exercise was something i did not do before. We hung a clip by a string [it was supposed to be cotton but zhi rong got rafia instead. lol] Then we placed a pen beneath it and use our MIND power to make will the clip to move in the direction that the pen is lying. It was damn cool when i managed to do it. Then i realised that we are actually sub-consciously controlling the minute muscles in our fingertips to move the string that we are holding on to. That was abit freaky. Mental training with Mr Lee was always enriching, fun and exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the concert...&lt;br /&gt;When sleeping, got woke up abruptly in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;IMBA SNORING LA....so much that it seems almost like a concert in our bunk.&lt;br /&gt;cant sleep LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Morning training in Zhenghua was extremely fruitful but TIRING. FINALLY managed to even out the kinks and solve my problem! Damn happy!&lt;br /&gt;Club run was fun too. All those cheers. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that in the armyyy, the food is very nice!&lt;br /&gt;You ask for curry chicken! They give you chao-ta RICE!&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL lots of funny cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we had mental training in Labrador Park.&lt;br /&gt;First exercise: we sat in front of all those fences facing the sea. Focus on the waves and then to the extent that the fences disappear! Stared and focused like crazy and finally did it! Freaking cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that! we stood behind our friends and made them disappear! i had some trouble doing this at first...only managed to make his head disappear in my vision while concentrating. LOL&lt;br /&gt;After some further attempts and guidance from chockee, i finally managed to do it. Sort of scary.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine looking at the whiteboard and making the teacher disappear. LOL cool~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Scored 3 rounds! Tired like hell.&lt;br /&gt;After camp when LAN shop with those zhi rong and jeremy and gang. LOL Zhi rong decided to use techies. hahaha damn funny. It was a very balanced game. Justin was damn pro! He's Mirana got like 21 kills and 0 deaths! damn it. My lanaya got only 13kills and 1 death.&lt;br /&gt;z.z that death due to a silly mistake. Those 2 heroes opposite my lane were VICIOUS. Deny like hell and made it hard to farm. Nevertheless, managed to farm abit. Mid game things got better and i started to be able to kill people. =)&lt;br /&gt;Once they see me they hardly escape LOL mostly due to my traps' long range and tidehunter's slow. Cool game. Topped list =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great experience. Looking forward to bonding camp. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-7172396379152603493?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7172396379152603493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7172396379152603493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/12/njsc-training-camp.html' title='NJSC training camp'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-3207389508009188216</id><published>2007-11-27T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:49:05.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you i bleed myself dry</title><content type='html'>...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr loh will be deeply missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-3207389508009188216?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3207389508009188216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3207389508009188216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-you-i-bleed-myself-dry.html' title='for you i bleed myself dry'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4620198108885701805</id><published>2007-11-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:23:35.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-denial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Why is it only when you lose something that you come to treasure it?&lt;br /&gt;Taking things for granted, like everything is meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just human nature. Being sad and regretful when its only too late.&lt;br /&gt;Crying only when all is lost. Treasure all that you have and live everyday as if you will die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you are born, you cry, and the world rejoices. When you die, you rejoice, and the world cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheer up people! Mr Loh would want us to be strong......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4620198108885701805?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4620198108885701805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4620198108885701805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/self-denial.html' title='self-denial'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4572847495167636634</id><published>2007-11-25T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:52:33.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-No Title-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0mJ3i0fc3I/AAAAAAAAABU/By9SVGti82Y/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0mJ3i0fc3I/AAAAAAAAABU/By9SVGti82Y/s320/DSC00377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136788437325542258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;When I lie awake at night, staring away at whats pure black.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness of the night soothes me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the constant voices in my head haunts me.&lt;br /&gt;The voices are saying things that ought to be different.&lt;br /&gt;Things that had hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Things that left a void in me.&lt;br /&gt;Memories flash before my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Engraving themselves inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poem"&gt;To Mr Loh, One of the best P.E teachers i ever had:&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0mKdy0fc4I/AAAAAAAAABc/RcI3b4eif_M/s1600-h/funny-1_2.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4572847495167636634?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4572847495167636634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4572847495167636634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-title.html' title='-No Title-'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0mJ3i0fc3I/AAAAAAAAABU/By9SVGti82Y/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4653806292178153987</id><published>2007-11-24T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:37:23.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one is a virgin - life screws us all...</title><content type='html'>life is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Loh was one of the best P.E teachers that i have ever met. He did his best and went out of his way to help us in physical training. He wasn't just a passer-by in my life. i sincerely hope he overcomes this ordeal and comes back to NJC.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be waiting for your next P.E lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4653806292178153987?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4653806292178153987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4653806292178153987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-one-is-virgin-life-screws-us-all.html' title='no one is a virgin - life screws us all...'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4890546412840464381</id><published>2007-11-23T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:24:27.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>achievement</title><content type='html'>managed to group within 8 ring at today's training at several ends!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo~!&lt;br /&gt;did not manage to score today though.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.archeryworld.co.uk/acatalog/samickmaster.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 279px;" src="http://www.archeryworld.co.uk/acatalog/samickmaster.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHECK IT OUT! i love my bow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4890546412840464381?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4890546412840464381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4890546412840464381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/achievement.html' title='achievement'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-3943736525864517652</id><published>2007-11-22T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:59:26.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH...T_T</title><content type='html'>sad day at training:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lousy score of 274/360&lt;br /&gt;2. Arrows spoilt [ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ]&lt;br /&gt;3. Super hot day&lt;br /&gt;4. Missed a million arrows at 50m...zzz&lt;br /&gt;5. Arrows soiled&lt;br /&gt;6. Arrow Rest spoilt!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN today's training sucked. Nevertheless, i was quite happy to have tried shooting at 50m. Even though my grouping is like THE WHOLE DAMN BOARD. Oh well, practice makes perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is Perfect. I am nothing. Therefore i am perfect. -.-''' ok never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to play Basketball at 7pm. It was great. I got to play with "many" secondary school friends. Matches me and yongsheng played at first was awesome. Then we got chased out of the basketball court by those stupid taiji kicking "ah ma"s......geez...practising taiji at a basketball court is totally out of place! They have defiled the sacred basketball court with their stupid taiji stuff! -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;Doing tai-ji at a basketball court is like....trying to mug in a cinema when the movie is playing!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;All because of them, we have to roam the neighbourhood for like eons and try to find an empty court.       z.z&lt;br /&gt;LoL Derek was like cursing frantically. Nevertheless, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT TIME BOOK A COURT FIRST BEFORE CALLING ME!!!! WEIJIAN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-3943736525864517652?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3943736525864517652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/3943736525864517652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahhtt.html' title='AHH...T_T'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4100211527231125342</id><published>2007-11-21T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:52:34.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Own</title><content type='html'>as you should have learnt by now. CATS OWN! Heres why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0Q_RC0fcvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lpjkbcRSXGk/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0Q_RC0fcvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lpjkbcRSXGk/s320/cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135299037156569842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some are religious and have the power of healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0Q_lS0fcwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mxo5hBzhh1g/s1600-h/killer_cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0Q_lS0fcwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mxo5hBzhh1g/s320/killer_cat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135299385048920834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0Q_yy0fcxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SE3iGST2J7Q/s1600-h/killyoucat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0Q_yy0fcxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SE3iGST2J7Q/s320/killyoucat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135299616977154834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some are just the kind that you wont want to piss off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0RAJi0fczI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N7uyrkn0KPM/s1600-h/emo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0RAJi0fczI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N7uyrkn0KPM/s320/emo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135300007819178802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some are emo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0RAPC0fc0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9z45PoDVjPQ/s1600-h/MonorailCat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0RAPC0fc0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/9z45PoDVjPQ/s320/MonorailCat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135300102308459330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;others serve the community by providing transport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0RAXS0fc1I/AAAAAAAAABE/vLEWrKIcVJ8/s1600-h/stickemup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0RAXS0fc1I/AAAAAAAAABE/vLEWrKIcVJ8/s320/stickemup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135300244042380114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one wont love a cat that cute and obedient...&lt;br /&gt;BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0RAfi0fc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/vFLqZEkM5Ho/s1600-h/GARFIELD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0RAfi0fc2I/AAAAAAAAABM/vFLqZEkM5Ho/s320/GARFIELD2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135300385776300898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS is my kinda cat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4100211527231125342?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4100211527231125342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4100211527231125342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/cats-own.html' title='Cats Own'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0Q_RC0fcvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lpjkbcRSXGk/s72-c/cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-7104771091392029423</id><published>2007-11-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:12:47.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insouciance</title><content type='html'>alright. i have decided to start posting in full english. No more singlish or abbreviations!&lt;br /&gt;If not my english will be screwed when school starts. I can probably imagine myself writing stuff that should only be written on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;I guess these will be my new year's resolutions in advance. I have decided to adopt a carefree attitude; im not going to let the actions of others deter me in believing what is right. To hell with peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting my life afresh with new stances on how things should be done. It is probably a very stupid thing to do but i'm still going to do it. Personally, i feel this can inject some life into my boring schedule. Now its "wake up, train, eat, sleep" for training days and " wake up, homework, sleep" for non-training days. Damn its boring.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do something interesting for a change! Spice up my life!&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I'm definitely going to get rid of this banal life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should plan about it first before getting down to it.&lt;br /&gt;*brainstorms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-7104771091392029423?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7104771091392029423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/7104771091392029423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/insouciance.html' title='Insouciance'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-242548636434992486</id><published>2007-11-19T20:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:52:35.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garfield analogy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0GFgC0fcuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qq0okxiBCSw/s1600-h/sticker5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0GFgC0fcuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qq0okxiBCSw/s320/sticker5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134531835738419938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sianz....lots of holiday homework...&lt;br /&gt;why is it that we cannot even escape from these menacing responsibilities even when its HOLIDAYS???!!!&lt;br /&gt;haix i guess when one gets to JC, holidays is just another plain english word of no special meaning. life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;homework still comes [to hell with homework], training continues [i love training]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;garfield is my idol la...come up with so many crap excuses and manage to get away with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only life can be more simple, enjoyable and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;life when inhibitions don't exist,&lt;br /&gt;paradise where responsibilities fulfill themselves,&lt;br /&gt;utopia where no one is SICK FROM HOMEWORK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn who am i kidding.........................[*goes back to sloman]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-242548636434992486?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/242548636434992486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/242548636434992486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/garfield-analogy.html' title='Garfield analogy'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3AuDQaIFxk/R0GFgC0fcuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qq0okxiBCSw/s72-c/sticker5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-5389335259431816766</id><published>2007-11-18T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:12:16.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm finally quitting gaming-</title><content type='html'>after some consideration, i have reached a conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;gaming is useless....i mean, so what if u win -.-&lt;br /&gt;when u pawn someone in DotA, the satisfaction you get is only temporary...&lt;br /&gt;nothing else comes out of it... i feel really sorry for ppl who feel superior than others just because they won the opponent in a mere cybergame.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it may be considered a good choice of recreation but if you weigh the pros and cons...stuff lyk bball and archery are much better; while both provide recreation, computer games have more cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer games spoil ur eyes!&lt;br /&gt;If you lose, you get pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;If you win, you wna continue [sometimes that can propel you to keep playing till late in the night]&lt;br /&gt;All benefits are non-material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports on the other hand, winning or losing doesnt really matter...you make new friends and even learn new techniques from friends/opponent&lt;br /&gt;While playing, you are actually training your body to become healthier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright sports totally own computer games....&lt;br /&gt;case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: the above post is purely my own opinions. Maybe you are enlightened enough to see the empowering benefits of computer gaming that i may have overlooked. Please dont tell me as i am trying to convince myself to quit gaming. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-5389335259431816766?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/5389335259431816766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/5389335259431816766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-finally-quitting-gaming.html' title='i&apos;m finally quitting gaming-'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-6937302680221946631</id><published>2007-11-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T17:52:01.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fav song of the album --- 青花瓷</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;词:方文山&lt;br /&gt;曲:周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;T: laruka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;素胚勾勒出青花筆鋒濃轉淡&lt;br /&gt;The brush outlines a beautiful pattern, brush strokes becoming lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;瓶身描繪的牡丹一如妳初妝&lt;br /&gt;The peony on the bottle, simplest beauty, just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;冉冉檀香透過窗心事我了然&lt;br /&gt;Whiffs of incense smoke bring your troubles to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;宣紙上走筆至此擱一半&lt;br /&gt;I pause halfway while painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;釉色渲染仕女圖韻味被私藏&lt;br /&gt;The glazing of the lady’s portrait hides her charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;而妳嫣然的一笑如含苞待放&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, to me, like a budding flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;妳的美一縷飄散 去到我去不了的地方&lt;br /&gt;But your beauty dissipates like smoke, to a place I can never reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;＃天青色等煙雨 而我在等妳 (1)&lt;br /&gt;The perfect shade of blue awaits the right weather, like how I wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;炊煙裊裊昇起 隔江千萬里&lt;br /&gt;From a thousand miles away, I gaze at the curling chimney smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;在瓶底書漢隸仿前朝的飄逸&lt;br /&gt;The calligraphy beneath the bottle, elegance of the Han Dynasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;就當我為遇見妳伏筆&lt;br /&gt;Our meeting I foreshadowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;＊天青色等煙雨 而我在等妳 (1)&lt;br /&gt;The perfect shade of blue awaits the right weather, like how I wait for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;月色被打撈起 暈開了結局&lt;br /&gt;The moonlight smudged away the remnants of our ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;如傳世的青花瓷自顧自美麗 妳眼帶笑意&lt;br /&gt;Like legendary porcelain obsessed with itself, your eyes full of laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;色白花青的錦鯉躍然於碗底&lt;br /&gt;Those blue carp seem to come alive on the white bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;臨摹宋體落款時卻惦記著妳 （2）&lt;br /&gt;While I am imitating the Song inscription I’m thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;妳隱藏在窯燒裡千年的秘密&lt;br /&gt;The eon of secrets you buried in the kiln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;極細膩猶如繡花針落地&lt;br /&gt;It’s exquisiteness like an embroidery needle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;簾外芭蕉惹驟雨門環惹銅綠 (3)&lt;br /&gt;The banana tree outside brought the sudden downpour, and in turn the copper rust on the door handle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;而我路過那江南小鎮惹了妳 (3)&lt;br /&gt;My passing by Jiangnan brings me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;在潑墨山水畫(4) 裡 妳從墨色深處被隱去(5)&lt;br /&gt;Yet you fade away into the deep abyss of the Chinese painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;#*#*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-6937302680221946631?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6937302680221946631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/6937302680221946631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/fav-song-of-album.html' title='fav song of the album --- 青花瓷'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1468024902089369970.post-4211545034436861539</id><published>2007-11-17T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T18:01:31.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yltc killed me z.z</title><content type='html'>I just came back from yltc.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very enriching experience but quite a tiring one  ._.&lt;br /&gt;We walked from kallang to njc [lucky for us, we were the last few...so nearer to njc LOL...others hafta walk from VJC to NJC]&lt;br /&gt;Other than those sadistic walking we did fun stuff like rock climbing and challenge pole...sianz din manage to grab that stupid bar [z.z]&lt;br /&gt;my group was great! Swift was great!&lt;br /&gt;met lots of new friends~&lt;br /&gt;did lots of cool stuff~&lt;br /&gt;walked disturbingly long distances together~&lt;br /&gt;definitely an experience i will never forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope can keep in touch with yltc frenz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brb as i go figure out what the lyrics of "qing hua ci" means...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1468024902089369970-4211545034436861539?l=vincetage-page.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4211545034436861539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1468024902089369970/posts/default/4211545034436861539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincetage-page.blogspot.com/2007/11/dead-tired.html' title='yltc killed me z.z'/><author><name>Mr. Didaskaleinophobic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05624647398451393453</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></entry></feed>
