<?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-9067107762095725753</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:47:51.334+08:00</updated><category term='Let&apos;s Play'/><category term='Terraria'/><title type='text'>Bang.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>398</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2776062638966815991</id><published>2011-07-29T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:17:28.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Machiam Inception today sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to reach school by 9.30am, but I woke up at 8.30am. So after breakfast I went back sleep in the toilet, and I dreamt that I was lying on the bed, trying to get up while ahma and mum going out to buy breakfast and groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in my dream, I was waking up now in then , trying to get up in my sleep. In the end, remembering I still had school, I got myself up and went to the toilet. And fell asleep once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN I dreamt that I was sitting on the toilet bowl, in a half-asleep mental state, until finally I heard my mum talking to the neighbour about where they are going. So (somehow) from the toilet, I told him that I'm going to bathe first before I go help her with the groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I got hit with such a strong sudden realisation that I had to reach school early, that I got bitch-slapped, rocket boosted and jolted back to reality, where I skipped the middle dream and found myself taking in deep breaths while on the toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tada my blogger works take that leon tay bigman lee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2776062638966815991?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2776062638966815991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2776062638966815991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2776062638966815991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2776062638966815991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/07/machiam-inception-today-sia.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6128862304356703150</id><published>2011-07-11T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T15:21:28.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary, (Or me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I forget to bring my wallet along, maybe I shouldn't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;walk all the way to Bukit Timah non-stop, even though the sights are great&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting fresh air while about the parks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding a fruit that looks like a dumpling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a great time navigating without Google Maps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visited RailMall for once&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Checking out the Trinity Theological College&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking a detour to King Albert Park via the train tracks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taking that long awaited shot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planting Mr. Dumpling near one of the stops&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and seeing a disk that's totally asking to be thrown at,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it is still very tiring and and I had to watch my hydration along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe we do it next next next time ba -falls dead-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6128862304356703150?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6128862304356703150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6128862304356703150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6128862304356703150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6128862304356703150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-diary-or-me-next-time-i-forget-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6919867205375450000</id><published>2011-06-09T04:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T04:29:44.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let&apos;s Play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terraria'/><title type='text'>Terraria: Day 3</title><content type='html'>Oh finally, I got myself a bloody house. Man I totally shouldn't have left my town just because the mayor caught me &lt;strike&gt;fapping to videos of his daughter's sex video&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;breaking into his cookie jar and then pulling out that star-spitting cannon at me. I could have like fed him more alcohol to calm the situation or something, he reeks of alcohol anyway! But nooo, I ran like the pussy that I am, and here I am, out in this... middle of nowhere. Thank god I met this guy out here wandering about. He says his name is Guide or something, though I like to call him "bro" or "nigger". No offense blackies, just treat it in a bro-ish kind of meaning. Poor fellow, out here with nothing with him (Even I had the wisdom to steal some tools that I might need from Uncle Toby's garage, hurhur).&lt;br /&gt;Pretty daft one too, been 3 days and he's just telling me how to "survive the night" or "attract a nurse" (Mmmm ladies). But for 3 fucking days? Sure is one of those Daft People. We've heard tales about them, people who just ran out to the wilderness and never returned. Some say that is why we have zombies.&amp;nbsp;Every time&amp;nbsp;I ask Guide how did he survive out here while I'm barely making it (I remember my first night, seeing zombies and Demon Eyes chasing me. Thank god I knew how to make torches, and the occasional fallen stars makes me feel a little better...). Guide must be quite the physician though, every time I thought I was about to die, I'd wake up to find myself near him, so I guess that's how he survived for so long. Slightly handy guy I suppose. (-1000000 POINTS FOR NOT CLOSING THE DOOR AFTER HE GOT THE ATTENTION OF 3 ZOMBIES WHILE STARING AT THE STARS LEAVING ME TO DEAL WITH THAT BULLSHIT. Thank god for my fucking wooden sword. Ugh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talk, here's my humble abode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwNe7LlQRqU/Te_QgrrzYOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bYXQh5vzOK0/s1600/2011-06-07_00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwNe7LlQRqU/Te_QgrrzYOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bYXQh5vzOK0/s400/2011-06-07_00001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure the outdoors is safe anymore (Just the other day I walked to the west, the sky got more yellowish, and eventually I reached the edge of the forest and man were things really fucked up. They were all a sickly hue of purple and the air... bleh it smells like shit, to say the least. I was about to draw a picture of the area for future references when out of nowhere some woolly flying creature with two fangs and a single eye started floating its way towards me, gnarling them as if he wanted food. I thought he just some more the more werider denizens until it opened them and actually tried to grab me with it! Man I didn't know I could run so fast yelling OH SHIT all the way.&lt;br /&gt;The beast still had the nerve to call for backup! Screw that, I drew out my fucking wooden sword I showed them a lesson in wood-fu. Hi-ya! Took 1 hour but that showed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which I figured out why the land smells. Even their meat is rotten. Yucks. So not going there till there's a need to. (NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got bored yesterday night listening to the zombies and Demon Eyes trying to get into my house for the&amp;nbsp;umpteen time and starting digging my way down below my house&amp;nbsp;just for the heck of it. Quite the number of stone minerals down here! I think I might have use for those...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Day 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This digging is quite enjoyable! I got quite the cavern already just from following the rock and occasional copper veins and got myself a nice little furnace. Damn that workbench Guide taught me was quite useful! (Though his&amp;nbsp;instructions... stick the wood through that wood? Seriously?) I'm not quite sure what to do with the huge space though. Guide was hopping around all day asking for a tree (Like, aren't they everywhere?!) Eventually I figured out a better option and told him to plant one in our cavern while he tends to it. Seems to work so far, he's got something to occupy his sparse mind while I get to see if trees can grow without sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0k0TXL1QLI/Te_V_91LJNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZIpYfv-Pauo/s1600/2011-06-08_00002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0k0TXL1QLI/Te_V_91LJNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZIpYfv-Pauo/s320/2011-06-08_00002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The sapling, near that torch in the middle. (Not bad eh? Turns out right below the house was a rather large cave so I didn't need to do much work around here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are having some problems though. I have closed off the exits of the cavern to make sure those creatures don't come in but somehow they just wander in when I'm not looking! I'm putting a sign near our "basement' door to warn Guide not to travel there&amp;nbsp;unnecessarily. Beat him with it a few time for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-COF3eWW-7cA/Te_XMi6QMII/AAAAAAAAAH8/Zu3qO-4emak/s1600/2011-06-08_00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-COF3eWW-7cA/Te_XMi6QMII/AAAAAAAAAH8/Zu3qO-4emak/s400/2011-06-08_00001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it's still the usual slimes, zombies and Demon Eyes (how da fuck they get in there I don't know), nothing that a good sword and some terrain exploitation can't handle, but I don't think I want to go any deeper until I've patched whatever goddamn entrances they have been using, lest I attract some beasts even worse. I checked out the West and look how THAT turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Day 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still rather lonely with just me and Guide around the caverns, so I thought I'd visit the great outdoors and check out the East side while the sun is up. Look what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGjEF4It_xQ/Te_YxeIuYaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KlOcRFHHYtw/s1600/2011-06-08_00004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OGjEF4It_xQ/Te_YxeIuYaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/KlOcRFHHYtw/s400/2011-06-08_00004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bunch of sunflowers, how beautiful! I pluck 2 of them for gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looks like this place is littered with caves, guess I didn't notice this when I was running away from the mayor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9D-PSgjOtj8/Te_ZLFwKZnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/u8J486iGRuI/s1600/2011-06-08_00005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9D-PSgjOtj8/Te_ZLFwKZnI/AAAAAAAAAIE/u8J486iGRuI/s400/2011-06-08_00005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Left a torch there so that someone can see the entrance. Maybe I should put up a warning sign. Oh and another for the forbidden forest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was getting dark so I thought I'd hasten home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAP-BQWonEQ/Te_Z0xv8MWI/AAAAAAAAAII/uirozN2z7v8/s1600/2011-06-08_00003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAP-BQWonEQ/Te_Z0xv8MWI/AAAAAAAAAII/uirozN2z7v8/s400/2011-06-08_00003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With the sunflower I mark this land as Metaping's Territory! Should any other wanderers manage to come from the East side and see a sunflower near a door, chances are you are coming to my place. Do bring some weapons with you please, I could use and extra pair of hands!&lt;br /&gt;I should send this by airmail and try attracting a few helpers. And mayor? I'M NOT DEAD YET HOW YA LIKE THAT HUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well airmail here we go! *whoosh*&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, nothing like winds that always blow Eastward. Time to... tsk. Hey Guide wanna play poker for the 100th time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6919867205375450000?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6919867205375450000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6919867205375450000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6919867205375450000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6919867205375450000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/06/terraria-day-3.html' title='Terraria: Day 3'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dwNe7LlQRqU/Te_QgrrzYOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bYXQh5vzOK0/s72-c/2011-06-07_00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6032547556558030059</id><published>2011-06-08T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T01:01:23.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing like sticking "Durian Feast!" on your bag of durian trash then placing it on the bags of (non-durian related) trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strobes of white light are... too harsh a lighting though, ruins the mood a little if you take picture. I miss those old yellowish lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of holidays, time to borrow some books to read! I wonder if we are getting anything for this week's IT Show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully 343 Industries does the Halo justice, right now Halo 4 and the Halo: CE Anniversary looks... soso and bordering shit respectively. Wonder what Bungie will announce in the months ahead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6032547556558030059?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6032547556558030059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6032547556558030059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6032547556558030059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6032547556558030059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-like-sticking-durian-feast-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6379380707439220731</id><published>2011-06-06T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T02:06:22.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bored run in Black Ops made me realised that my mouse is spoiled. The right mouse click now has to be hit further back for detection to occur. Strangely enough it seems to only plague my gaming sessions dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more reason to come down to the IT Show I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Black Ops just doesn't interest me thank god I have no intentions of buying that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry was a little pissed at the mouse so pardon this rant post :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6379380707439220731?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6379380707439220731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6379380707439220731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6379380707439220731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6379380707439220731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/06/bored-run-in-black-ops-made-me-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3617048402210833097</id><published>2011-06-05T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T02:07:34.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday was a pretty fun trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling tired from Sunday's swimming and the subsequent lack of sleep visiting my godma, I woke up late for school. Family's not really much of a ponner so I just tookthings upon my own hands and took 154 to school.&lt;br /&gt;Missed the first bus though so I got slightly pissed and decided to take a casual walk by the park to the bus stop opposite Lakeside MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;I did reach Ngee Ann, but I just gave an "Oh." and went back to sleep. All the way to Eunos. The bus driver's really kind to activate the bell before we reached the interchange, seeing that I'm the only person left throughout the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it was already 12, so I thought I might as well have my lunch, even though I wasn't really hungry. Should have tried the Vegan Burger restaurant across the street but on hindsight... nahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking out the buses at the bus stop in Eunos, I found one that would me to Woodlands, from which I could take another bus home. On the bus, I noticed mascara, of all things! The lady was somewhat pretty, though a little on the plump side. Ah point is I was starting at her mascara more than I stare at her. It's like a layer of black rectangle curving along her upper eyelashes! Quite cool :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I took 178 from Woodlands back home. I thought I'd stop at the Rail Mall and explore that area but I overslept so too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how I killed time from 9.30am to 3pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men: First Class was a rather nice reboot of the series on the big screen, surprisingly. Amidst&amp;nbsp;the backdrop of the Cold War, we see how the earliest mutants struggle with their newfound abilities and how The Brotherhood and the X-Men formed. Kudos to anyone who can spot the biology aspects before it got really obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;I was pretty sure I spotted the DNA identification markers, the various (RNA?) blocks, of course the DNA itself, cell multiplication, and I think there was Redshift but I'm not sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did thought the part where one of the US Commanders (played by the Devil guy in Reaper) was an allusion to "Sympathy For The Devil"...&lt;br /&gt;Kungfu Panda 2 wasn't that bad a show, still looks to me like a homage comedy of wuxia films with a western artstyle. Not that they have forgotten the East, with everything being based on China, but also with the opening sequence. Shadow puppetry anyone? Just take it light-hearted and not at face value, and the movie isn't that bad as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMgVqNcu4Ug/TetiksES6II/AAAAAAAAAHw/u94CzZXMlwc/s1600/finland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMgVqNcu4Ug/TetiksES6II/AAAAAAAAAHw/u94CzZXMlwc/s400/finland.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3617048402210833097?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3617048402210833097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3617048402210833097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3617048402210833097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3617048402210833097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-was-pretty-fun-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pMgVqNcu4Ug/TetiksES6II/AAAAAAAAAHw/u94CzZXMlwc/s72-c/finland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1775316123676934283</id><published>2011-05-28T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:24:09.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I get tunnel vision easily when my team gets overwhelmed in Bad Company 2. I mean you run forward, sees 1 guy, shoots him, then spot 2 others to his left and right when its too late. What gives? Sometimes I really hope the mic system works in BC2, because otherwise we are seriously limited in coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being a medic is tough work when there's just so many live and dead persons to tend to D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple is fun. With friends of course. The ones I know are in Aquila and... I sort of miss them you know. Like seeing blimps of light coming up in the skies, yet unable to touch them, only see from afar. Sure, we have a small group here in delph but its like... being away from home. Very away from home. Maybe what's gone's simply gone now aha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Siying's display pictures. At least the twitter and facebook ones. The hues of green, blue with a touch of white and brown makes it vibrant and easy recognisable without looking at the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to swim. Water water. Man is not made to survive in water but I like Her Sloshiness rubbing her body all over me while I in turn explore its vastness. She is a kind lady who will open up to anyone, but only if you treat her with respect and not fear her. Even when she shows her hideous face when she's angry, you have to stand your ground. It's isn't like battling with Psychosis, But it comes pretty close. Only calm minds and strong bodies can hope to survive her wrath. And if she isn't angry and yet you start drowning just by fearing her? Well, you only have yourself to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bonus babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lists of stuffs I'd like to have in no particular order: A new handphone, Portal 2, L.A. Noire, Brutal Legends, a pair of googles with degree, some more pants, an NAS server, Battlefield 3, and a new mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new hard drives seem to be working well for now. So what am I going to do with 500gb and 1tb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, the number of times I've defaulted on works haunts me. G_G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things we just can't help much because you won't really know how they live like, so the best we can do is give them moral support...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1775316123676934283?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1775316123676934283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1775316123676934283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1775316123676934283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1775316123676934283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-think-i-get-tunnel-vision-easily-when.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3082303121137459032</id><published>2011-05-03T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:32:02.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I think I shall crash a lecture than a class next time. Lucky that teacher was pretty cool and I didn't do much nonsense during her 4 hour lesson. Still I was pretty sure she was a little peeved when I thanked her for her hospitality &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really damn not cool being exposed within the first few minutes of the class but mehh humans be humans&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3082303121137459032?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3082303121137459032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3082303121137459032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3082303121137459032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3082303121137459032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/05/and-i-think-i-shall-crash-lecture-than.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2236779622026188722</id><published>2011-05-03T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T03:12:56.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never met a more sotong person than Johanna. Everytime I give her the benefit of doubt but it never really works out... Actually she isn't that sotong ah, just not always on the alert at the least. Blur would be appropriate. Other than that, she still high functioning. Child-like, but always keeping the mind running. Maybe that's why she's blur. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;In the event of an XK-Class end of the world&amp;nbsp;scenario, I hope she does die in the early hours. The survivors are not necessary kind to someone as kind as her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get Black Swan. In the midst of madness, sex, drugs and perfection, what am I being told? I don't think being insane to be perfect is the message here...&lt;br /&gt;Is the ballerina world that harsh when you are a perfection freak? Then again, everything's harsh when you are &amp;nbsp;one I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad China's quality of English shows imported isn't very good. Poor "The King's Speech". Horrible subtitles, for such an&amp;nbsp;language-laden movie, is as good as a nono. Sure I could pick up what they are saying, though not easy all the time. Imagine the Chinese who are not that proficient in English watching it, chances are they need chinese subs after watching the first few seconds. Piracy is common in China, but surely a certain level of quality should be there. You would be lucky if the shows are straight American rips complete with some localised subtitles, but chances are there are those out in their market that's laden with amateurish command of the language. Urgh, and you expect the Chinese to improve their standards of English. Lessons one thing, but sometimes we forget how we can still learn through pop culture. Just don't expect that to go very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dota dota dota, oh how you pain me. Hana hana I suck la, but I really don't have this urge to train up and be sum dota master like Ash Doucheum because when I see the hordes of dota players in LAN shops, I am a little intimidated because they look like a bunch of complete bastards who would spew cb knn fuck you every single round. And the rate they keeping right clicking and flying across the screen... Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I try to remind myself to be like our angmoh gamers instead, looking for good time, joke about, keep cool. Ya I know I'm a living irony, playing games other than dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that does mean that however jios me to dota, chances are I either kena FIRST BLOOD or I just hang around whacking creeps, running from enemies like a sissy, get my health bashed up/don't know when to back/not looking at my battle screen/health/minibox/ staring at shop wondering what to waste my gold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd dream today, dreaming I had a girlfriend, whose face I have never seen before, yet somehow I felt close to her. So I asked if she wanted to go to the movies or the rally (IDKY) and she said rally, stunning me. So I was like (woooow ok uh lets go) so we when to the PAP rally because it wasn't so crowded (lulz). And for some reason when we first reached the venue, there was a band playing while we first walked past, providing background music to the&amp;nbsp;politician giving the speech &amp;nbsp;ahead. Bit like walking into the Mos Eisley Cantina if you ask me. Even got food and drinks too! So we helped ourselves to that while watching him/her speak nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest&amp;nbsp;dream so far, including the other flurry of dreams that I can't remember anymore after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assassinating aliens and shooting humans in the head in Crysis 2 sure makes things look easy, especially with the all wonderous suit that recharges, always waiting for you to CLOAK ENGAGED. And even on the highest difficulty setting, our main character never seems to have an issue with ammunition! Lucky kid. Sometimes I do wonder if the game is designed to be easy at times, because other than the fact that the aliens have wayy tougher armour than the humans, there isn't much difference between the two. Of course going in guns blazing can still be stupid...&lt;br /&gt;Still, beautiful levels and nicely designed battle arenas makes the game not too bad as it seems. You might miss the more openness of the first Crysis though. And Farcry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assassinating in Assassin's Creed Brotherhood, now that's more of a kicker! Same old in Assassin's Creed 2, but this time more side missions to distract you whenever you don't want to rush the storyline. Not sure whether this makes Assassin's Creed one of few games that makes better sequels on hindsight... at the most you know Ubisoft would always have 1 last idea of just making a modern day AC should they really run of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Homefront... Oh god the singleplayer. Another one of those checkpoint only saves, and a really short singleplayer to boot. The whole thing about seeing the horrors of this invasion, its fallout and whatsnot also seems somewhat lacking, just not able to give me the emotional hit. Most of the time I'm just trying to kill off the enemies as the game brings me from one scenery or gorenry to another, so I go wow and move on. Quite disconnected, the whole vibe. But that's just one small problem. The singleplayer was amazingly short, with the whole game being only a few hours long. Quite shocking. Oh, and why are the North Korea troopers get thicker and thicker armour? Making your enemies seem like evil bastards is one thing, seeing faceless, armoured, almost robot troops does not show how mean they are, only that they are zombies. With guns and a thick armour that does nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two weeks I keep telling me to remember a list of stuffs to blog, only to forgot them sometime after the 2 weeks. Oh well least some content's up anyway. Heh sometimes I miss my funnies in this place. Or in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpy3KSzRSVA/TbGTvFkJx0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/YFhcKOtlN0g/s1600/comiclord2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpy3KSzRSVA/TbGTvFkJx0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/YFhcKOtlN0g/s320/comiclord2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2236779622026188722?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2236779622026188722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2236779622026188722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2236779622026188722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2236779622026188722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-met-more-sotong-person-than.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpy3KSzRSVA/TbGTvFkJx0I/AAAAAAAAAHs/YFhcKOtlN0g/s72-c/comiclord2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5334407398005725341</id><published>2011-03-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:43:37.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should have long figured out why people have food biases (ie prefers not to eat products of certain kinds, usually meat). Because the are&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/WhatMeasureisANonCute"&gt;cute&lt;/a&gt;. Or&amp;nbsp;lovable, depending on how you see it. Essentially you become some kind of animal racist eating only the few meats because you eat them often and got used to them/ they do not have a place that high in your heart so you cool/ you have dietary restrictions etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat is meat. Why isn't killing chickens as cruel as killing dogs for food, just because we have domesticated them and got a soft spot for them? (China doesn't kill any dogs fyi, they actually have "farmers" breeding specific dogs to grow and eat instead. Of course, given China's bad PR outside of its country, it's understandable if you don't believe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today damn regret, we went to the Factory Tour to Wugang (where they make, craft and generally doing metallurgy) and there was this really cool uncle in his blue factory uniform, wearing black sunglasses, a yellow helmet and a flaming welder on his left hand, looking at us, and I failed to take a picture of him! His posture there and then simply exudes a kind of biker manliness, like those beefy&amp;nbsp;Japanese factory uncles. URRRK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel damn bad when the first thing I can think while stepping into the factory is:" Halo Reach last level! The shipyard! Pillar Of Autumn!". Considering how they can simply have sample shots of factories dealing with metal making and then craft a futuristic but recognisable future of the ship breaking facilities (vats of molten metal, walkways for personnel only, conveyor belts, spare parts littered all over the place)...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry brief nerdgasm while in the factory :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockmelt's a pretty awesome browser to use while over here in China, I can still receive twitter and facebook feeds without a vpn, and do limited postings on facebook and only being unable to retweet followed tweets from protected users. How it does it I don't know, but hey, no one's complaining! Of course having a vpn is still much better hurhurhur. Poor Tor. Installed it but can't get it to work here :(&lt;br /&gt;China makes me sleep earlier than I used to like school time early wonder if that would still be the case when I get back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rcG7IiQfNEk/TYjNKVFRdjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NsSFv11K0tY/s1600/song-chart-memes-book-costs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rcG7IiQfNEk/TYjNKVFRdjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NsSFv11K0tY/s320/song-chart-memes-book-costs.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5334407398005725341?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5334407398005725341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5334407398005725341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5334407398005725341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5334407398005725341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-should-have-long-figured-out-why.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rcG7IiQfNEk/TYjNKVFRdjI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NsSFv11K0tY/s72-c/song-chart-memes-book-costs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5466701954372926444</id><published>2011-03-15T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T02:28:20.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>127 Hours</title><content type='html'>From the beginning, you knew the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 127 Hours, the marketing pulled off quite a daring move. You know he is trapped by a rock in the canyons, with limited food, water, and 127 hours before he even gets rescued. How does he survive it, how could a movie with only mainly 1 guy acting most of the time work, and how do engage the audience enough before you reach the ultimatum: Cutting off the arm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the director is able to pull it off despite the great pressure he might have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I missed the part before he fell into the canyon (Which seems inconsequential, after reading some quick summary). From there, our character Aron begins to set out his items and prepares to survive through the night (and eventually days) before he gets rescued, while keeping a daily video log of himself. Meanwhile, he attempts to extract himself from the rock, first by chipping it away with his blunt swiss army knife, and eventually choosing to remove his arm. Throughout his ordeal he continuously attempts to maintain his sanity till he can get himself out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What might appear as a physical constitution becomes a battle of one’s mind as Aron battles his own emotions and fear induced hallucinations, going through several stages of the 5 Stages of Grief. From keeping himself entertained by acting as a radio DJ interviewing himself, his fears of dying in the canyon with regrets, to a brief acceptance of what he believed was his “destiny” to die down there. Music and sound effects played a great role during such moments, (I had no idea it was A.R Rahman) helping to pace the flashbacks and the characters mood, to setting up tensions for scenes like where he cuts off his arm, creating &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HighOctaneNightmareFuel"&gt;High Octane Nightmare Fuel&lt;/a&gt; for some viewers (Of course &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YMMV"&gt;Your Mileage May Vary&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the flashbacks can be confusing to some viewers, where the boundaries between reality and fantasy are blurred more than once. Still, on hindsight, I suppose that’s the whole purpose of it, where what’s real and imaginary meld to form a reality of its own when one’s on the verge of insanity and death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a movie to watch, and for those who always never believed those motivational talks on how people live to achieve a better life after such terrible ordeals, this one might help offer a glimpse into the energy that powers them during those critical moments between life and death, and is as close as you can get to the actual hardship they have to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi from China! Blogging about a movie that I've just watched beats doing my China reflections anyday. (Day 1 to Day 7 still not done oh hohohoho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun kids alright? It is the holidays after all, I don't care if you are from a Polytechnic like me or in a Junior College, loosen up, feel a little. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5466701954372926444?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5466701954372926444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5466701954372926444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5466701954372926444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5466701954372926444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/03/127-hours.html' title='127 Hours'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2640388672712004828</id><published>2011-02-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:58:16.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I'm done with Business Finance for now! Whatever may be may be, no point crying over spilled milk now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are the milk.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say I was depressed the whole time when I was having BF, the teacher was funny, though he teaches terribly, but throughout the whole school term, it is like a little parasite gnawing away at you, draining you of your energies until the day it gets passed out of&amp;nbsp;your systems. Maybe now I don't give too short sentences over MSN, and generally try to be more... alive. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, coming into poly, it reminds me of my early Sec 3 days, where I'm facing new people again. And suddenly, part of the person that I was am just... disappeared from me, as if it got left behind in the past. I had to remember what makes me tick, what makes me a once funny person, and just be myself all over again. Not that the half new self then wasn't me. Still me, but just missing bits and pieces I guess. Eventually I got them back, though not entirely (I suppose the new and old had to make compromises, or I just wasn't doing the merging properly) and my days weren't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year and here I am still mainly an observer to all things past, present and future in Ngee Ann. Trying to remember my past selves is harder, maybe the long breaks, maybe I'm losing touch. Well. Damage's still done, and I know them, if only that little. Just got to see how I try remembering me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Space 2 scary? Nonsense. Poor execution of scariness, it's like Resident Evil...4 perhaps (I never played them I don't know). Necromorphs get thrown at you left right centre, you practically know which corridors will most probably have things in them and which doesn't. Of course, big open places probably means nothing good is going to happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is everyone in Dead Space 2 setting armed? I was joking with Adrian the other day when we were playing the game over skype (He's done with it now that boyy Junboon Leon faster!) about how ridiculous it is that personnels/citizens have to shoot the sign above some broken airlocks in order to close the bulkhead. It's like:" OH GOD I BROKE THE GLASS SOMEONE GIVE ME A WEAPON AHHHHHH-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum sure asked an unexpected question one recent Sunday, asking me if I want to switch course and go for... maybe Film and Media Studies. As much as I love film, the main thing that makes me don't want to go is well, me. can you imagine me with the free spirited kids over there? It'd be like... the block of cold ice cooling the intensive heat around.&lt;br /&gt;Once this exam's over I only have... 5 days before I depart for China. First time travelling way beyond Penang and by myself. Sort of. For a month. Let's just hope this goes well. Getting the boring and shitty vibe whenever I think about how I'm going there soon.&lt;br /&gt;Just me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpgB2GjXwko/TWupnnaZjCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/A8j7bZIgC-M/s1600/funny-pictures-kitten-is-innocent.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpgB2GjXwko/TWupnnaZjCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/A8j7bZIgC-M/s1600/funny-pictures-kitten-is-innocent.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2640388672712004828?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2640388672712004828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2640388672712004828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2640388672712004828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2640388672712004828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-im-done-with-business-finance-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qpgB2GjXwko/TWupnnaZjCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/A8j7bZIgC-M/s72-c/funny-pictures-kitten-is-innocent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5680306353300347973</id><published>2011-02-22T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T02:50:15.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sine Contacts</title><content type='html'>Each of us emits&amp;nbsp;our own signature. A heat signature, a sine curve, a specialty creature, call it whatever you will. Whether you notice it or not, it silently emits its presence to those around it, everything and anything, not just living creatures. For you see, it doesn't take a living to emit these signatures. All that is required is its presence. The oscillations of our signatures interact with the steps we take, as the ground signatures attempts to blend and balance with ours. The air signatures parting way while ours lead on, striding forward leaving behind a trail of ours, slowly absorbed and disappearing behind the signatures of others. Other signatures we flatline or weaken, whether by sheer intention or accidental outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More interesting is the effect on waves on something less tangible, most commonly seen occurring between living beings (sentience not required). Within families, the various energies reach to almost a kind of zen-like state, calm and peaceful, flowing throughout them like still water, as if everything is in place. Occasionally, it would quiver and quake with great intensity, whenever "heavy-range" feelings commonly described as happiness, sadness or anger descends to said family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the crowds, should you let yourself see the energies as lines from a bird's eye view, you will see the most amazing lightworks one can ever get. It is erratic form of line patterns, linking from one person to another, from each brush of a shoulder, a brief eye contact between strangers, a momentary topple to the ground. The lines flare with great intensity in areas of continuous activity, and quickly dim where hardly any contact is made. Between strangers, lights flash on and off, not instantaneous, but not staying for long either, appearing as a brief moment of direct contact. Deejays emanate light from them to the crowds, like the sun&amp;nbsp;flinging its energies out to anyone who would see. Acquaintances maintain concentrated zones of light exchanges between one another, keeping an exchange of energies at their own pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you might just spot the exchanges between couples and lovers, as sine curves, they continually try to form a single wavelength, each fighting or controlling one's signals, or explode in fierce vibrations, pushing others away from them while the two battle within their cosmos. As creatures they circle each other, watching, learning, thinking, on how to best approach one another without agitating the other, settle down and move at their paces as equals, or battle it out, preadator and prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lightworks around us. If only you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gbn5p56vvps" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a nice Harry Potter fanfic people recommended to me recently (Not related to that post above, that was for junboon's suggestion of 'writing a story'). A great write up on how Harry would be should he a heavily rational, scientific-minded boy before he entered Hogwarts, and what happens next:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5782108/1/Harry_Potter_and_the_Methods_of_Rationality"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5782108/1/Harry_Potter_and_the_Methods_of_Rationality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5680306353300347973?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5680306353300347973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5680306353300347973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5680306353300347973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5680306353300347973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/02/sine-contacts.html' title='Sine Contacts'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gbn5p56vvps/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3424557879014902295</id><published>2011-02-21T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T03:41:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't in exactly much of a mood to blog, but thought I'd force myself to sit down and "pen" some things down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So... having watched the play "Red Rose And White Rose" during the recent Huayi Festival, I was actually a little depressed that my chinese standards are bochup, since this play based on Eileen Chang's (novel?) was really interesting and offers... an asian view on marriage and courtship quite well I suppose. Not sure if it applies to the current times, men chasing over the "hotties" while preferring to marry the averages or "notties". Still from how the play goes, reading her works could have been an eye-opener. But to read the english translation rather than the original chinese text? Seems a little... degrading. Reading another language's translation is much better because you hardly have any choice, but with the second mother tongue we have, it's just pathetic when you have access to the original source and yet you have to pick the 2nd hand, transcribed version. You never know what text and meanings that are being conveyed get lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Guess I digressed too much, was a great play, and thank god for the ah tiongs attracted to the play,&amp;nbsp;some of them&amp;nbsp;asked good questions that helped me better understand the show during the post-show dialogue session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here's someone's analysis of the story, if anyone's interested:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maartensity.com/?q=articles/red_rose_white_rose"&gt;http://www.maartensity.com/?q=articles/red_rose_white_rose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what kind of impression would people like Kexin get from watching it? Wild thought that strayed through my mind while watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With study break at the moment, all my undone work seems pointless now. Which is great, it's like time dropped off the weights in my heart and now I feel lighter, freeer. Still got to revise though, and no confidence with business finance. I wish I could say "fuck itttttt" but damn I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Education is important but we don't like what we are learning. How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's A Great Great World was nice to watch. A glimpse into what could and had been&amp;nbsp;back then, whilst churning out feel good stories to keep viewers entertained. Not sure if the cameraworks while Xiang Yun was doing her Cabaret-risque song and dance needed work though. It's either view from the back of her shoulder, panning through audience with camera aimed at her, a mid-shot on a her face, or pan in front of her, without audience this time. After some time it gets repetitive, yet staying too still wouldn't help either. I wonder what other shots could be done, especially since she isn't doing much except singing and sashaying at one spot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But the use of the various dialects was good, perhaps partially because it was the de-facto language most of them would use back then. I could imagine my parents or grandparents speaking lke that back then! You could tell that some of the newer actors are poor at their dialects... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Openly kissing each other was a little improbable back in those days hough, my grandma and mum says. Back then when my mum was young, when her aunt I think wanted to go on a date, they would bring her along and go have fun, then you have noticed, Chinatown has alot of these back alleys, so they'd go to say, the cinema, and when they are done, they told my mum to wait outside the alley while they went in. My mum then thought maybe "korkor" needed to pee so when the father asked where they go, she simply said the cinema because to her peeing is a minor thing, no need to report back haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Japanese air-raid (cgi?) scene was good, I was actually happy for Raintree Pictures when I saw the planes flying and bombing Singapore, no childish looking, over the top blocky animation like in Jack Neo's films (which didn't even look appropriate!) but one as close to realism as possible, and well executed for the scene. Maybe darkness seems easier to do, I don't know. But the way they decided to go with a realistic look, together with the mood and story of the movie, makes it such that it's well executed, which is more important here.Gives me hope that Singapore's animation are not shitty as they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The lady that helps drive the story along fixed the fan? I'm amazed she even knows how to fix one. Makes me wanna open up mine and fix it with screwdrivers spanners and no manuals man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Say I've considered sharing my steam account with you guys, let you all enjoy the benefits of buying some games. Still wanna think through it though hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Having figured out how to craft a pickaxe in Minecraft, things definitely look more fun. But I don't just wanna build alone. Oh why didn't I buy pre-alpha? If you buy Minecraft now you still have to pay for the major updates :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supreme Commander 2 looks like a nice RTS that Adrian's gifted to me, but I'm a little sad that units don't have their own vocalisation. Makes me miss hearing the battle cries of the various units in Command and Conquer Generals or the peons&amp;nbsp;saying "More work?" In Warcraft 3 :(&lt;br /&gt;But you can build way more units than Warcraft 3. AWESOME. Too bad not unlimited like CnC, but I suppose too much can be a bad thing in SupCom2, since units are detailed and so is the landscape... much like Starcraft 2 yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xn6cEXHyOk/TWFf6wXUvoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zYHK2z2tkxA/s1600/dating.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xn6cEXHyOk/TWFf6wXUvoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zYHK2z2tkxA/s320/dating.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3424557879014902295?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3424557879014902295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3424557879014902295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3424557879014902295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3424557879014902295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/02/wasnt-in-exactly-much-of-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9xn6cEXHyOk/TWFf6wXUvoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/zYHK2z2tkxA/s72-c/dating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6572033370700840444</id><published>2011-02-09T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:27:24.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I don't know how to excite you all...</title><content type='html'>... this will have to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="500" height="325" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f2JyK8At9Lw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6572033370700840444?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6572033370700840444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6572033370700840444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6572033370700840444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6572033370700840444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/02/since-i-dont-know-how-to-excite-you-all.html' title='Since I don&apos;t know how to excite you all...'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/f2JyK8At9Lw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5040636554290320511</id><published>2011-02-08T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:06:47.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Marche is a ... trying experience for a 1st timer like me. I get in there, I see the way you get your foods, and suddenly I feel overwhelmed. But I suppose it's good that you can simply choose just a dish to be prepared, and just have it without having to choose what extra ingredients they have available. Some of the stuffs are really helpful too, asking you whether you would like any of the extra stuffs. Great food and decent service!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Titus Andronicus 2.0 is... ok. I was never familiar with the works of Shakespeare, and by now I only remember bits and pieces of "Romeo And Juliet". So listening to this supposedly stripped down version of Titus in Cantonese was... dramatic and entertaining. Not sure if the scenes where the narrators were roaming and screaming about a reflection of the madness surrounding the characters. I wonder to what extent does my parents know about Shakespeare's works? I get it if they are familiar with Chinese drama and literature, but English ones? Now that's a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my mum got the "Your child is late" letter, she is becoming a little... naggy regarding what time I should wake up. Not that I mind, just that the abruptness is a little jarring. The one she got notice about though were Idea Jumpstart and maths. IJ has ended and maths well... can only hope teacher not so "niao" on wednesdays late abit also come get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallout New Vegas is fun and once again I'm hooked to it just like Fallout 3. Maybe much more fun, since so far New Vegas feels more silly and varied in the choices one can do compared to the serious and somewhat limited choices of Fallout 3. Still, it's not the kind of game I'd recommend to anybody, since with my experience with Fallout 3 and what I heard in New Vegas, one must be prepared for glitches and crashes, especially on an unpatched version of the game. So, do be prepared to open the console frequently, save oftenly (on quicksave and quitsave!) or check out the fansites for workarounds. The Fallout wikia is quite useful in this aspect so far, providing what to do and what to do to avoid them, and workarounds if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo Junboon Leon Hiangwee Kelvin want buy Battlefield Bad Company 2? Maybe not the expansion pack, and I'm having much fun on it with a few of the others. If cost is a problem, then maybeeee I will check out if copies from China can be used in Singapore (And if they can be brought over). Seems like we could use an alternative to just Left 4 Dead 2 haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TVDiAvPX99I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sbs7gvnb7RU/s1600/0708024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TVDiAvPX99I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sbs7gvnb7RU/s640/0708024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5040636554290320511?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5040636554290320511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5040636554290320511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5040636554290320511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5040636554290320511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/02/marche-is.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TVDiAvPX99I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sbs7gvnb7RU/s72-c/0708024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2676503297837785667</id><published>2011-02-02T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T03:19:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice seeing Aishah again! The very rare occasions we managed to meet each other by coincidence, I always find in a joy to just walk and chat home with her. And gotta give her 10 points for trying to resuscitate an almost dead conversation today, haha! Perhaps short walks like these are a blessing in disguise, too long and we might just quietly walk down the road. Then I'd start wondering "where's the magic" and finally telling myself not to read too much into it. After all, no point assaulting your mind with subliminal messages about how "oh another distanced friend" or "is this good silence or bad silence". Still do ponder though, then I'd work out a string of possibilities and ultimately tell myself it's all fiction in your mind. Keep it for self-reference though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now Chinese New Year Eve! And I've got my hair cut once again. I told my barber to trim my hair instead of the schoolboy cuts I get every time. Not much different though, and I didn't want to look at myself at first because after she's done with my hair and the way she combed me, I swore I looked like a skinny Adolf Hitler without a good looking mustache. So I just meekly paid and walked as fast as I could back home to bathe :x Always looks better after bathing then after a barber I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, has anyone with yellowish pee on dry ice before? If so does it turn yellow? I can't tell you the answer because my pee earlier was whitish, so of course there isn't any heavy difference. Seeing the bubbles of white gas trapped underwater is real pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2676503297837785667?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2676503297837785667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2676503297837785667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2676503297837785667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2676503297837785667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/02/nice-seeing-aishah-again-very-rare.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-9123909248929049561</id><published>2011-01-30T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:04:13.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Vic got displeased about the laughing at gay thing. Me, I have no problems with gays. They are just more flamboyant and sensible than the old world males, in essence I suppose. So as long as they don't try to hit me up, I'm cool with them, or even make friends with them. (They do offer nice alternate insights to the world you know!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I'm a living contradiction being, so even if I'm ok with you, I will still poke fun about you, both good and bad jokes. If you are gay, chances are I will laugh at you simply because you are; fat, and you get buoyancy jokes, floating jokes, XK-class end of the world events joke etc; skinny, and you have branch jokes, easy shatter jokes, bamboo jokes, cannot see short people jokes etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm busy this weekend. If not I can enjoy the 3 day free gold xbox live service. Still, the brief 3 hours of Halo Reach multiplayer was fun, surviving through waves of enemies on firefight, playing some Invasion (Damn my teammates were good!) and trying to get more kills than others in Slayer and Objective Slayer. Thanks Bungie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I wish Egypt good luck with their uprising, because of morbid curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TUVvNflFdvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FmtQLz11DHo/s1600/HarryPotter.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TUVvNflFdvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FmtQLz11DHo/s320/HarryPotter.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-9123909248929049561?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/9123909248929049561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=9123909248929049561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/9123909248929049561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/9123909248929049561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-vic-got-displeased-about.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TUVvNflFdvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FmtQLz11DHo/s72-c/HarryPotter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6197611642375086596</id><published>2011-01-26T01:24:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T01:51:17.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/jh/the+meta"&gt;http://kevan.org/jh/the+meta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=The+Meta"&gt;http://kevan.org/nohari?name=The+Meta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and do this little test for me ok? Looks fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6197611642375086596?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6197611642375086596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6197611642375086596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6197611642375086596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6197611642375086596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/01/httpkevan.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-4403719834618880688</id><published>2011-01-24T02:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T11:05:30.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look like shit and need better time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to jio me workout next time please thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being accepted into a group of fellow gamers made me realise how... screwed it'd be if I don't start watching out for myself. Gaming is fun, but gaming over work... urgk. Gotta work that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And getting a shitty passport photo taken made me more self-conscious =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TTxtGeZK0tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TMy4nRBkRK4/s1600/tornainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TTxtGeZK0tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TMy4nRBkRK4/s320/tornainbow.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-4403719834618880688?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/4403719834618880688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=4403719834618880688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4403719834618880688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4403719834618880688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-look-like-shit-and-need-better-time.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TTxtGeZK0tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/TMy4nRBkRK4/s72-c/tornainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6837609341249849653</id><published>2011-01-20T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T00:06:03.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got to micah's place today. I didn't know there's actually enclaves of Christians living in tight clusters, though on hindsight, I shouldn't be that surprised since I also have&amp;nbsp;a malay enclave of sorts living around my area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still pretty amazed with the Salvation Army at the left, a church at the right, some St. Francis School and at the top the uh Holy Trinity College I think. Built upwards going by the contours of the hill I suppose, the area keeps making me think of it not just as a small community tucked away in Bukit Timah, but also a rather decent place to hold out against a zombie attack, provided there's enough supplies; that's the only flaw I can think of. Oh and the back. Merely a long fence, not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways he has a really nice place. Staffs (and their family, as well as students I suppose) can live behind the college. The place is definitely quieter than mine, where I can still hear traffic drone by, you can hardly hear a noise from outside once you cross the gates and got past the door. I haven't seen the full layout of the place, but the way the apartments are built, it does appear that indirectly a communal setting is built around it. Or the other way around, I don't know. The blocks sort of "curve" around the "atrium", where at the middle is a rock sculpture, providing a "natural" place for people to gather. Adding on to the fact that the blocks face the entrances and exits, a chokepoint is created and thus higher chances of meeting the residents. Not sure if the blocks facing the library means that learning is encouraged though during the planning phase.&lt;br /&gt;Well his place is small and cosy, a nice place for bros to hang out... sorry about how short I can describe his house, compared to the buildings :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to think of a Christian enclave, or any other religious enclave though. Other than possibly being closer to their religion, I suppose they are nice people, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overslept taking 178, so I took 246 from the interchange to wake myself up. Nothing like wind blowing at you, though today's factory air has a tinge of tau huey, not my favourite. I prefer the biscuit or malt smell anyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH forgot to mention that the school library is a terrible place to find books, based on what little experience I have so far. Imagine a kopitiam. And an open-air library like, across the street or something. That's the kind of noise level you will get, which while I'm ok with (It's like at home with the telly on), sure makes me miss NLB haha.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the only benefit so far is that naturally, you have lots of eye-candy to watch. mmmhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;And the library (or at least the what Each A Cup Cafe I think) is playing CNY tunes hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Continue reading some other day 2001: A Space Odyssey and watch the movie too if I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not that I don't like to download shows, it's just that I've never had the habit. I like how every week at that same timeslot you can sit down and watch one's show, not wolf down the entire series in a day. Downloading it to watch weekly is also just short for a personal cocktease. And I have not even touched my season 3 of Fringe because I rather watch it on the television, which the 360 can do, but only if it's at least .avi or if Windows Media Player can play it by default, I suppose. Actually I digress, Channel 5's transmission quality was better than the downloaded version, though both are decent, and it has subtitles! Too bad Channel 5 don't do english subs, and I STILL have not figured out how to combine sub and vid file into one. The 360 doesn't play them separately.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6837609341249849653?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6837609341249849653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6837609341249849653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6837609341249849653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6837609341249849653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/01/got-to-micahs-place-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2309060692414905279</id><published>2011-01-09T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T03:56:07.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been almost a month since I last blogged, so says a little bird that reminded me. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Been finding home as a rather comfortable place to hide from the outside world, it just looks so... bleak at times. Maybe it's the start of another year thing, my pile of work, the possibility of going&amp;nbsp;for the&amp;nbsp;china oip trip (1st time travelling beyond southeast asia oh my) or... I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm glad there's home though, it's like a little refuge from the constants bombings. You don't see them, you can't touch them, but they are like assassins, slowly working their way to their target, engulfing them, suffocating them, until they either break out, die out or become one of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Back in the holidays I sure had quite alot of fun though, staying at home to play Halo: Reach, which was really amazing. I heard they've got secret items in the Legendary difficulty of the game, so to spare myself the agony, I went to try I one thing I've always feared about Halo. And Legendary sure is no joke. The Elite's A.I is much more smarter now, constantly pinning, flanking and assaulting you. Same goes for the other enemies, a group of Grunts is now a possible deadly threat, Jackals make better use of their shields to slowly advance opon you, Yan'mes are a pain in the ass to aim at when they rain plasma fire whilst flying, Brutes, while lacking in shields compared to their Elite counterparts, are still are force to be reckoned with when in groups. And Hunters? Well... same old tough beasts that rain hell in pairs :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And die, the games definitely wants you. Like one particular blogger mentioned (can't remember who), Reach on Legendary serves to remind you the futility of defending Reach. Anyone who's read the novel or noticed the storyline would know the ending from the beginning. That Reach will fall to the Covenants. And on ground, everyone dies. Civilians who are being evacuated, local militia holding up the Covenant&amp;nbsp;assault force, the UNSC defending the planet for as long as they can, and your Spartan team being one small blip within&amp;nbsp;in this incursion.&amp;nbsp;But still as the player, you still fight on all the way till the end, personally personifying the spirits of the Spartans and the UNSC: That&amp;nbsp;they would all fight the war to its end, because defeat is truly not much of an option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And so you are glad that this is a game, while your Spartan A.Is are invulnerable, giving you the occasional breather to whittle down enemies, and moving on to the next objective. But given the number of times you would have died, you come to realise that your team might not make it out of this fight. Two scarificed themselves for the greater good, 1 was killed in action, and another picked off by enemy sniper. If that's not hard enough, the final holdoff on the final level shows you what it takes to truly be a Spartan, with brutes coming around your position,&amp;nbsp;each round getting tougher, and chances are, you have died so many times hoping to get a checkpoint to slowly inch your way further into the game progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Team Fortress 2 is equally fun, cartoony, and open hell once you are out in the fields. Either serious lulz days, or just downright lulz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Battlefield: Bad Company 2 is serious business. You don't work as a team, be prepared to make your whole team lose. Real serious, real tactical, real challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Real fun. Many thanks to adrian who keeps entertaining me on steam ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still feeling kind of crappy since the near end of December, and not sure whether to quit aikido. On one hand I enjoy trainings, but on the other hand either I'm not free or I don't want to commit. Oh I could use a sabbatical, but knowing myself, it's pretty much useless. So I'm finding other places to peace out and mediate; mull over current events. Not much progress so far. Miss my secondary school days where I really enjoyed going for my Chinese chess and video editing club ccas, sure both are slack, but I love them! Especially video editing, although truthfully I must admit, over time Joshua feels like the only one around that can things done while I help out what little I can. Not that I've got a problem with that; he does a pretty good job of videos, I must admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Foundtainhead's a somewhat inspirational read I think, but there are definitely some parts I don't get. Can't quite put my finger to it... but I suppose it's a good thing that it's somewhat like a story... not sure how the main character would get on though, not done with the book&amp;nbsp;yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Twitter's a rather cool micro-blogger, I agree :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and Leon sings well serious I stunned whole day that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/1257623756796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/1257623756796.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2309060692414905279?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2309060692414905279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2309060692414905279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2309060692414905279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2309060692414905279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-been-almost-month-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-968193568298148237</id><published>2010-12-09T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:01:12.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking awesome, today come for IDEA Jumpstart and was terribly late, so when I stepped into class the lesson has practically ended since it's only lectures today . Come in feel aircon only haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a chance and walked down by the back of the new block that is about to be finished from the student clubhouse, hopping down the grass slopes and walking the road to exit by the other vehicle entrance. feels good bro. Not sure what the eyes in the Indian guard said, but looks like a "whatever" quick stare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember of the old saying of how having a good sleep makes one happier, jin true sia slept at 8pm yesterday (SO EARLY) then woke up at 10am. FEELS GOOD BRO. Think I can sleep till even 12 if no one woke me up though &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today work can screw itself cause the holidays are coming and shall just study for my tests instead if I want to. &amp;lt;3 ya work but ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TQC2v0RiinI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LmhwRN2szjo/s1600/tornainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TQC2v0RiinI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LmhwRN2szjo/s320/tornainbow.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-968193568298148237?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/968193568298148237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=968193568298148237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/968193568298148237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/968193568298148237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/12/fucking-awesome-today-come-for-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TQC2v0RiinI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LmhwRN2szjo/s72-c/tornainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1168673892605145926</id><published>2010-12-02T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:42:55.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello fellow ghosts in this part of town~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been really blogging since I have been a little busy, so it's nice that Leon came to give me a little reminder :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realise it's been almost a month since a last blogged. That... sure is quite&amp;nbsp;alot of&amp;nbsp;lost time to catch up... eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I thought for this term I'd be nice and pay a little more attention, do work (oh maths how I love doing advanced work of you just like the good old secondary school days! No buddies to just discuss about maths during lessons or whatever like then though...) though I've been slack in E-learning. And I don't know about ITL and this Econs lessons, my GG senses are tingling...&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I know how I am doing in this retained Business Finance, I swear IF I even manage to do well in BF and retain for another lesson, I'd rather it be maths or web publishing, at least I still feel ok about them. Ok maybe not so much web publishing &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I'm done with Call Of Duty: Black Ops. From Treyarch, I suppose it would be one of their better ones... though it DEFINITELY needs "mobile" checkpoints than fixed ones, otherwise a death on veteran can be a pain in the ass...&lt;br /&gt;And Adrian gift of Day Of Defeat Source is nice, when I get bored sometimes I might fire it up and play a few rounds. If I'm lucky I get teammates with some semblance of teamwork, otherwise it's an all out body count fight over territories LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In return I gifted discounted copies of Left 4 Dead 2 to him and a few others. Oh it feels good to be whacking them zombies with friends! though I don't know why our first game has gravity off so we hop reall high&lt;br /&gt;And cheeee saber-chan called be goalie since for some reason I always can kena something even when I jump. Tank whacked? Check. Jockey'd? Check. Pounced? Check. Stone throw'd? Check. deerrrp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've learnt the perils of online shopping man. Charged US$10 into my steam account by accident since I have saved my mum's credit card creditials to my account. Got to watch the buttons I press next time...&lt;br /&gt;Now I left $2.50 since I used the money to buy a discounted Orange Box. &lt;br /&gt;So... I have Team Fortress 2, and its pretty awesome, though I don't dare to step beyond the confines of training yet =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RED is good. Doesn't take itself too seriously, is crazy enough, takes the non-Michael Bay approach by leaving time for character development, and when action scenes are in, are well executed. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Part 1 of The Deathly Hallows, I suppose it is one of the better ones produced so far, either because it's easier for this director to do dark stories (LOLIDK) or somehow he manages to grab the&amp;nbsp;main flow of the story. But I'm pretty sure Fred/George did die in the books! (speaking of which I don't remember the book version of The Philosopher's Stone and Chamber of Secrets) And what's with the naked Harry x Herminione imaginary kissing scene... though is the semblance to Adam and Eve intentional? And I suppose it's fitting that the film ends with Voldemort getting the "powerful wand", if only he knew it is Harry who has it now when he took Draco's who took Dumbledore's in the great switcheroo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I downloaded Amnesia after watching this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/loSzpvq73FY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/loSzpvq73FY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steady man so far skyped with junboon, both of us playing this. Really looking forward to hearing more people playing and on skype!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Been watching the class. With a quarter booted 1 side, amanda booted 1 side, I wonder what's next? (I mean come on they are still nice people right? Even though they have their flaws...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TPe7l5lmMEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wRJYRMdUDn0/s1600/dogbanged.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TPe7l5lmMEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wRJYRMdUDn0/s320/dogbanged.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1168673892605145926?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1168673892605145926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1168673892605145926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1168673892605145926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1168673892605145926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-fellow-ghosts-in-this-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TPe7l5lmMEI/AAAAAAAAAG0/wRJYRMdUDn0/s72-c/dogbanged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-8298233759883593110</id><published>2010-11-09T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:16:41.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today so awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go the "party" for us LMGT people to join the new BA branch in Ngee Ann. In front sit 1 row of ah tiongs sia ok.&lt;br /&gt;Later see them 1st to get the buffet food, I thought:" wah so eng ah 1 whole row of tiong in front of me, 123, 321, China China Number 1!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then another cheer came into my mind and I just shouted CHINA CHINA NUMBER 1, DON'T BELIEVE, YOU KUKU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE awesome.jpg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-8298233759883593110?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/8298233759883593110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=8298233759883593110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8298233759883593110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8298233759883593110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-so-awesome-go-party-for-us-lmgt.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2998006012754578990</id><published>2010-11-04T20:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:14:14.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late to arrange for joining one of the S&amp;amp;W course, so I just left my contacts then I go up the new block 18 to gek sai.&lt;br /&gt;Sai halfway see her call me twice, then I think, finish sai then go.&lt;br /&gt;Finish liao I see left side got ladder up to rooftops, so not wanting to waste this memorable chance, I climbed it, and viola! A rather nice view of NP and the road behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Basking in the view for some time, I checked for alternative routes down, just for kicks, but figured out I didn't want to risk hopping onto the metal bar and dropping down to the stairs below. And&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;realised either way Micah can't swim in NP since the pool's closed and drained&amp;nbsp;of water till 14 April 2011 I think :/ Poor swimming/life-saving groups. Wonder where are they gonna swim now? The Queenstown pool would be awesome, since the water pressure there always made me feel like puking :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came down, went to meet the teacher Ms June or something, and she told me there's only dancesports left OMG. With no other choices left, all I could do is take it up and hope for the best. And I still have to go for a make-up lesson just because I missed out the 1st day (Which I'm pretty sure they didn't do anything much) and that MC I submitted to my course department isn't worth shit. ( At least the two uncles at the reception counter were friendly; I didn't like interacting with Ms. June but since I was the one who was late and now late for lessons I wouldn't totally blame her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least jumpstart was fun, making a cheap roller coaster from vanguard sheets, straws and using a marble to roll. Awkward at the beginning, but it wasn't so bad by the end of the day. Felt damn suay that I randomly decided to join this all boys group just because I know one of them, but since the group I'm supposed to be in has 2 chiobus and 2 matreps I suppose its not too bad&lt;br /&gt;So sad gotta trash the roller coaster at the end of the day... and there's this guy in the class that somehow gives me the effeminate vibe... maybe it's the (gajin?) dressing or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to check out how's dancesports after lessons ended, and was surprised to see Goh Jing, Joey, Moykit and Sophia there. At least there's a few chiobus, by yaoyi's standards I suppose, but I still dread the idea of dancing. Sure we used to dance in Secondary School because it's part of our lessons but at least it's a class of 40 bumbling about. Did wonder how the other 4 men ended up in there though. One seems to have a passion for dancing, another perhaps roped in by his female friends... the other 2... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuel gave this loopy smile when he saw me with the group bas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least dancing is fun, even though I always hated admitting it, but the main reason I really don't like dancing is because a stickman dancing really looks funny. And silly. And my haircut sucks real bad oooh it's a pain being self-conscious at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling like shit at the end of the day, I decided to check if I could still access the rooftops, but seeing the blangras working about the site, I figured out it is most probably not happening, which I guessed correctly in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Moody again, I walked by way to the bus stop near King Albert Park's Macdonalds and slept my way back. Ended up having overslept fag.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing that I overshot by 3 stops and still feeling a little down, I decided to take a stroll amongst the bungalows and condos, enjoying the scenery,&amp;nbsp;looking at&amp;nbsp;the nice plants they grow, watching the clouds fluff by, whilst listening to "The Road To Berlin". Felt really great when the time I took to walk the stretch of&amp;nbsp;bungalows is exactly the length of the music track man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surprised to see a discarded framed poster of Lethal Weapon 4 at one of the blocks. Thought I'd bring it back with me, but then there isn't any place at home to hang it, and hanging it in the master bedroom is just odd when my parent's old wedding photo is much more fitting there, had the string not break some years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, shitty day, nice "spiritual" cooloff, guess the day worked out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Dancesports still suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TNKjPwnGg0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K5kc3ZjBnLI/s1600/Photo0118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TNKjPwnGg0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K5kc3ZjBnLI/s320/Photo0118.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2998006012754578990?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2998006012754578990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2998006012754578990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2998006012754578990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2998006012754578990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uo0T9xOBMxM/TNKjPwnGg0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/K5kc3ZjBnLI/s72-c/Photo0118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6127442933620648814</id><published>2010-11-03T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T02:12:31.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, I'm 17 and I have like, done nothing with my life sia. Doesn't help that I've got no ambitions so I'm like, ambling through time now and just doing nothing man. Maybe I'm thinking too much, and be better off enjoying my fun while I still have it.&lt;br /&gt;Or be doing something... interesting/ productive in life like writing stories like weijie or something&lt;br /&gt;Bah, shall just sleep later and see what thoughts run through my mind tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder does anyone in class plays arcade hmmm. today's bugis trip doesn't count since that illuma one seems like 1 and only outlet of its own can't use the card anywhere else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, so much to say, so little I'll put down, since there are always eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will save whatever images I can to my laptop from now onwards so hopefully can see better here haha!&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't up my lump of hair from the barber's hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needa srsly pay attention in class on a side note gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/eb9bae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/eb9bae.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6127442933620648814?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6127442933620648814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6127442933620648814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6127442933620648814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6127442933620648814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-i-wonder-im-17-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/eb9bae_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1592329913670688127</id><published>2010-11-01T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:32:17.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah didn't know there was no CCA today so at 6.06pm I woke up from my sleep at the library and went to take a bus to Tanglin CC. Found it odd that I didn't see any familar faces at the area outside Cheers but I thought they had simply gone on ahead so ok I took the 154 to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently I then received the message from my senior, THEN I remembered that this week special no CCA for us :/&lt;br /&gt;So ok I thought maybe I would sleep all the way to Eunos and take the same bus back, but I couldn't sleep since I was waiting for him to reply me. Meh, decided to alight opposite Hwa Chong and try my luck at meeting Zeling. (hurhur like finding needle in haystack. Wait, their beige coloured uniform is rather close to the colour of hay LOL) &lt;br /&gt;Didn't quite work out, though it was nice seeing uniforms for a change. And nice fluffy clouds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a nice, sleepy ride back home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to try Dogfighter! It's not even Christmas and Adrian was kind enough to gift me something. Not even a birthday or anything special either! Touched like, to the max or something ooooh I still feel so touched that he actually sent me something when I thought we were like joking. Thanks again Adrian for the 4th time! Mark my words, you WILL get something too! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1592329913670688127?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1592329913670688127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1592329913670688127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1592329913670688127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1592329913670688127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/11/wah-didnt-know-there-was-no-cca-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1397759515605190315</id><published>2010-10-31T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T02:54:34.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sore throat's been eating at me for the past week, so I miss training, and having a feel not so good day at school. Least the medicine works, so I guess I should be ok for the training come monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, really lazy to blog nowadays. I mean, I have interesting stuffs here and there, but I don't really feel like logging in and typing it out here man. Or editing the songs on the music playlist here.&lt;br /&gt;Ok maybe I do that someday. As Leon has found out, the music playlist is notch simpur heh. So I guess I am gonna have to up new materials, up materials that can be played, or simply hope Leon doesn't overuse the goodness of it. After all, all good things come in moderation ;) which is why I fear nightly gaming days because chances are we are gonna stop playing it soon... though I'm still ok with jumping in and having fun OH FUCK ITS A TANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Command and Conquer Generals Zero Hour is fun though with adrian and the other malaysians, even though i really really suck at rts. Sure sometimes I can hold my own against the A.Is but I always try to remind myself that it's because I have strong teammates :) Then I'd emo for a short while before having fun racking my heads out how to survive the next onslaught without draining my resources. (I swear they disappear like thin air everytime I play damn i suck :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel's friend idea of transferring a game sucks copy the installed location to the hard drive and that's it? jeeeeezus man. Little wonder them games don't run sometimes. Where's the registry settings, the C++ Visual Studios thing, .Net Framework, Games For Windows Live crap?? Haizzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.starcraftmazter.net/4chan/pokemon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://images.starcraftmazter.net/4chan/pokemon.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1397759515605190315?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1397759515605190315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1397759515605190315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1397759515605190315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1397759515605190315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/10/sore-throats-been-eating-at-me-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2673321574869961159</id><published>2010-10-14T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:08:33.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll just leave this here and see if the three catches on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, sucks that gani's "site" is down now, means now if we wanna play The Scarifice, we either wait for him to annouce it somehow, or simply get a tungle/ SFK update instead to pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss those old l4d days man, even though we play only official maps so far, maybe that's why we stopped playing, orr we overplayed it. Custom maps nowadays are rather fun too, running from larger hordes, avoidable "finale" events, fuckken retarded trolled maps~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaand I'm finally done with Halo Wars! Cool to control a bunch of armies to fight against the opponent on the console, but only gripe I have is that I cannot group troops according to teams 1, 2, 3 etc... otherwise I'd tend to be just moving a huge amount of troops about the battlefield... &lt;br /&gt;And finally a RTS game that I've managed to complain on Campaign! Even though its on Normal difficulty only heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo 3: ODST isn't that bad for now, traversing the cold, lonely nights of New Mombasa searching for clues on the whereabouts of your teammates after they got separated by an unforseen event, while keeping your eyes and ears alert for Covenant patrols along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then kicking massive ass when you manage to find a clue to their whereabouts, mmm! Finding the audio logs of this girl in New Mombasa is also engaging~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know Medal Of Honor is out. Well, let's get it someday, eh? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2673321574869961159?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2673321574869961159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2673321574869961159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2673321574869961159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2673321574869961159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-just-leave-this-here-and-see-if.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-285859905296580650</id><published>2010-10-10T03:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T03:30:57.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Note to self: always check who's on the bed before going to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scare me sia I go master bedroom pee, I look in and see this long hair tresses floating on top of the toilet bowl WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I used my hands to cover my penis I don't know why LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subsequently I recognise the hair to be my mum's &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; Then she laughed at me ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my conversation with Mordin Solus in Mass Effect 2 was so funny haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pxrO5-HPIAw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pxrO5-HPIAw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned after the singing and sniggering, then he gave a little cough so unexpected :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad I haven figure out how to make multiplayer on Halo 3 to take up the rest of my screen, rather than a small rectangle on the screen split into 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Junboon's Alif prata house is nice, even though the egg in the prata is one-sided and the chicken murtabak tastes better with curry only... but cheap and infinite curry, no arguments from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun playing Left 4 Dead 2 once again with friends, even though it's not The Sacrifice, it's still pretty awesome running about being an ass and trying to save each other on the finale and stuffs~&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we play in moderation next time, like Blackshot? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-285859905296580650?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/285859905296580650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=285859905296580650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/285859905296580650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/285859905296580650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/10/note-to-self-always-check-whos-on-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2395342443937354991</id><published>2010-10-07T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T04:59:54.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>his drugs the doc gave me, mannn, strong stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually medicines that cause drowsiness have noo effect on me, so over the counter ones do nothing to make me sleepy, but this, damnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat it, few hours later and bam! I'm drowsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have to sleep all the way for it to pass; i'd simply wake out and go back sleep if its "too early"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i missed going back to school for lunch and outing with 1L03 haa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k Leon's done photoshoping me. In weijie's words:" SMG&amp;nbsp; HOR I BET SCARE AWAY ALL THE VOTERS CAN LOL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets hope i can get up in time tomorrow aaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2395342443937354991?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2395342443937354991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2395342443937354991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2395342443937354991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2395342443937354991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/10/his-drugs-doc-gave-me-mannn-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1672881853409921632</id><published>2010-09-16T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T23:52:17.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I never really like RPG games (sorry maple you completely screwed up my impression of RPG games even if you are a MMORPG) but Mass Effect 2's shooter/RPG style of play is interesting and fun! Only played a few missions so can't say much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically in this futuristic sci-fi future, humanity is now the governing Council of this bunch of species of alien after a war destroyed the old alien council,and you play this human hero who got killed by something during a patrol for surviving resistance.&lt;br /&gt;2 years later revived by a mysterious group using you to investigate missing human colonies which may be related to events 2 years before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any other RPG, yer choose a type of character to play (if you haven't played Mass Effect) and either be a gunner, gunner with some magic powers, pure magik power dood (Admit it they are steroid junkies) or be the geek who likes machines~&lt;br /&gt;The details into the stuffs are amazing! Intonation of the voice, data of the various race, technology and their culture etc, making it such that every decision you do can have some long lasting effects, if any... Of course you can always be a complete douche and bash your way through and see what you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall see how the game goes as I progress, but for now, AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.media.dorkly.cvcdn.com/5/e/6880a715bb62dcab74e0c76e46ea846c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qx="true" src="http://0.media.dorkly.cvcdn.com/5/e/6880a715bb62dcab74e0c76e46ea846c.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1672881853409921632?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1672881853409921632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1672881853409921632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1672881853409921632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1672881853409921632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-never-really-like-rpg-games-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6195618864391235025</id><published>2010-09-16T01:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T01:46:15.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum brought some KOI bubble tea back today, extras her colleagues bought. Later, then I shall go find out what's so special about it and why you all queue up for it so desperately :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Halo Reach release in Singapore was meh. But since we weren't the ones queuing (Only Kelvin haha!) we were just checking what little chicks are about Funan and checking out the place in general. I wonder what do our local fanboys feel like down there?&lt;br /&gt;Saw Charissa on the train! And Minjia taking 98 home~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am getting the hang of aiming in Pool after so long, but I'm still a terrible pool player. I can only hope for lots of tyco balls to fall upon me to win against the rest of you haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally touched Halo 3 after so many years! It isn't Halo Reach, but finally getting down to it and playing Campaign still feels awesomeeee (But Legendary, oh my gawd the numbers of times I died just trying to clear even the first level... I think I'll give it a pass and do it some other day instead if I want... Heroic seems ok for now though, we shall see how it goes...)&lt;br /&gt;nothing like seeing a grunt do a mis-throw and sticking a plasma grenade onto the buddy infront of him haha! Ohhh&amp;nbsp;so regret that I didn't record that down!&lt;br /&gt;And its true, you get used to the better bumper buttons!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could even get a few games from Kelvin and transefer them to my 360 so I get free plays, not sure if it works though... so if you are reading this Kelvin, don't sell your games away yet ok? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: So... what's so special about KOI? I'm drinking this beige looking drink (I think it has tea in it...) and it tastes like bubble tea as bubble tea goes... nice list of (Indian states?) names on the side of the cup o.o&lt;br /&gt;But ah well second time in mah life drinking bubble tea, so I guess can't say much =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6195618864391235025?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6195618864391235025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6195618864391235025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6195618864391235025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6195618864391235025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/09/mum-brought-some-koi-bubble-tea-back.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3084954521098568368</id><published>2010-09-14T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T01:32:25.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some powerful stuff my mum told me today. Didn't know she had considered suicide together with my brother; Only she didn't because of me, since she still felt that she can't end one's problem and abandon the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a sign from Lady Luck, but since I'm the occasional male chauvinist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, I suppose it's my time for me to ask you to lend me your strength, even if words (much less text) are probably terrible ways to converse with you. Thoughts would be more fitting. Instanteous, and most probably easy to comprehend. If you are aware of how the average human train of thoughts goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway digressed too much. So maybe this is your strongest sign yet, and I suppose it's my time to help sort him out. The "sitting on the fence, hopping down and dropping navpoints" methods is taking a little slow. I only hope I have Time on my side, before one of them blows up and decides to do something insane. I know the two of us, me and mah bro, we Yin and Yang. Sure, perhaps we can do without one another, but we complement each other, even if we hate each other's guts at times (Guess that's the little tadpole heads between Yin and Yang). Maybe if he can sort himself out, he could be the moneymaker while I could be... something. But not a mean moneymaker that ignores his family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it helps that I've totally forgotten that the doctor diagnosed him with Asperger's, didn't remember till my mum reminded me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm slow in Aikido because there's always something in my mind. Even when there's nothing, I think there's something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm taking the wrong approach here :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how my mum knows I would most probably say hello to a ghost and try to touch it, but fear teachers like ghosts. Did I tell her I wanted to do that?? o.o I don't remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K Dad's not home and I'm last person awake, so I shall set up my 360 before I sleep I guess, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: See you next time, Halo Reach! Maybe Christmas/ next birthday :) Self-embargo on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn225/Zackcaln/watermelon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn225/Zackcaln/watermelon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3084954521098568368?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3084954521098568368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3084954521098568368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3084954521098568368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3084954521098568368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/09/some-powerful-stuff-my-mum-told-me.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-8479899721134605101</id><published>2010-09-10T03:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T04:22:47.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helllooo! People of the Capital Wasteland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like, no scratch that. I LOVE my mum. Actually more like another reason to love her hahas. Few days ago, Saturday, 4th Sept I think, while the LTA/MRT/PAP are having fun partying on the tracks between Jurong East and Clementi, I was out there waiting for my sexy 154.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't so sexy after 2 fully-packed 154 came by instead :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ok, I decided to take a taxi to Ngee Ann instead, but WHOOOOAAA. All I see is red, red, red and more red LEDs, machiam CNY sia. Greens didn't like me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from 8.15am to 9am I walked my way to Lakeside MRT Station to try my luck, but gave up after seeing the crowds. I then tried calling a cab (First time!), but waiting for an operator took too long so&amp;nbsp;I gave up. By then I've walked to the edge of Boon Lay, and getting really bored/irritated, so I thought I'd call my mum and chat with her instead. (I would rather lie down on that beautiful grass patch and just watch the skies, but I still got a test and it starts at 9am :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we talked, and eventually talked about how I'm still stuck in Lakeside, and by some luck, she found a cab, flagged it down, ran towards it and came to my rescue! I told her it wasn't neccessary (as Asians go...) but she came by to the bus stop to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I tend to be/ act indifferent to kind gestures/ other's emotions for some werid reason, but deep down I was really touched by what she had done for me. I deserve to die for wondering whether I should thank her on the way to drop her off &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I man-ed up, and gave her a bro hug and peck on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus I was late for the test for 30mins. 1st Year in Poly&amp;nbsp;and I'm already starting to make records woow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Weijie, Zeling, Qi Yu and Jingxuan after my last exam. So extra everyone else is mugging but meeee haha! But so sian I went to the wrong library at first. Didn't help that Weijie and Zeling's phone are dying :[ But ok in the end I managed to drop by and check out how much they've grown, and playing abit of Monopoly Deal before the indian/malay librarian told us we cannot play card games in the library ARARARARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And messing with Hotel 626 in the end. Either my laptop sucks, or Wi&lt;a href="mailto:Wireless@SG"&gt;mailto:Wireless@SG&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is pranking me and refuses to load the flash now and then. While everyone psyched themselves into being afraid (I'm pretty sure Weijie and the two lovebirds aren't.. :P), I just gave random funny commentaries while the scene is unfolding. And that female ghost at the beginning, damn that's some realllly white teeth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Is Monopoly Deal all the rage in Polys now?? o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tests are over now (3 days&amp;nbsp;have passed), and I'm resisting the urge of opening the 360 games. No console yet so that's another day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER KIDS, THE MOVIE'S STILL ON, SO WHY DON'T YOU HELP BY INVITING MORE PEOPLE (COZ I DUNNO WHO ELSE TO INVITE) OR STATING WHEN YOU MIGHT BE FREE? THEN WE CAN WORK OUR WAY DOWN THE LIST. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah nothing like letting a load off your mind :) Alright gotta sleep tomorrow, Aikido's gotta clean up the dojo, so I can't be home to enjoy the Star Wars Marathon haha! Call me if yer needa find me ok? Bye kids! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Got an SD card too. OH MUSICMUSICMUSIC HERE I CUMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found a link to the Halo Comics. YAAAA! Always hard for me to find them last time individually, and now some kind soul did me a favour and complied them! &lt;3!&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i42.tinypic.com/eb9bae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/eb9bae.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-8479899721134605101?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/8479899721134605101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=8479899721134605101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8479899721134605101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8479899721134605101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/09/helllooo-people-of-capital-wasteland-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i42.tinypic.com/eb9bae_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-916849559727085746</id><published>2010-09-04T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T00:34:17.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! do u have www.asк.fm account? it looks like a new sensation after formspring. everybody talking about it. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;From formspring: Do I have a ask.fm account? Nahhh. Your response looks like a troll...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/lousydude?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;So I herd you has queshuns. Well then, load yer rifles and fire away mah lads!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-916849559727085746?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/916849559727085746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=916849559727085746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/916849559727085746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/916849559727085746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-do-u-have-wwwasfm-account-it-looks.html' title='Hi! do u have www.asк.fm account? it looks like a new sensation after formspring. everybody talking about it. :)'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1244264604938812434</id><published>2010-09-02T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:08:39.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie invitation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha! Finally a time when I'm glad I don't post on this blog regularly. Ok! So I have completed downloading Shaun Of The Dead, it is a movie, with zombies and stuff, and supposedly lies more on the comedy side. Now I don't know if there's any gore though, maybe some B-grade ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;To cut a long story short, tl;dr, Yi Ru has a movie and feels generous enough to let all of you watch it with him and anyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's right! Anyone else! You can bring anyone and everyone to (inserts venue here) and we can just, watch a movie. And whatever suggestions you guys have =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I should be free from 10th September, 11am till... somewhere. Supposedly it's holidays for poly people after exams again o.o! But you can be sure 10 till end of September school holidays he is free! (I think. LULZ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow, 02 Sep 2010 in the afternoon, I may make an event on facebook to make invitations easier I guess so, see when you guys want it then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.funnyjunk.com/gifs/treadmill_failure.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://static.funnyjunk.com/gifs/treadmill_failure.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1244264604938812434?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1244264604938812434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1244264604938812434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1244264604938812434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1244264604938812434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-invitation.html' title='Movie invitation!'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5679058214688138496</id><published>2010-08-31T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T04:27:52.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like no one's going to teacher's day coz school's closing early LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who may be reading this, feel free to jio me out if you want to haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This holler is only valid till 01 September, 2010, 0000. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know I can be kinda crappy in aikido, haha! But how do you "unforget" moves for someone who keeps fogetting moves :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5679058214688138496?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5679058214688138496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5679058214688138496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5679058214688138496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5679058214688138496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/08/looks-like-no-ones-going-to-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1464936441010052771</id><published>2010-08-26T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T01:14:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Sentosa trip consists of playing in water, nua-ing on beach and playing with sand with the 1l03 boys. Moi so inactive like that I feel shiok already haha! And joel finding the baby lalas and prying them out tossing &lt;strike&gt;sperm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; meat at us ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally wanted this to be on facebook (Since I've been&amp;nbsp;using that as a mini blogger after I've been blogging less nowadays :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat ran across my mind while watching Step Up 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance where Luke and ???? are exchanging legs at each other while training: Will Ferrel could make this into another Blades Of Glory or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st dance off in qualifying and lady pops out from enemy group: Oh look she's asian! Ah wtf she doing oriental moves :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals: OOO I'm hearing blaster sounds and TIE Fighter engine noises in the music! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End: Meh average movie. liked the point that as filmmakers we look out for the special stuffs sometimes... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Now, your turn to waste yer money and watch Step Up 3! Dang "The Expendables"&amp;nbsp;is M18&amp;nbsp; &amp;gt;( &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;PS: Business Finance is as good as doomed LOL &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;PPS: When is school Teacher Day Celebration haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1464936441010052771?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1464936441010052771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1464936441010052771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1464936441010052771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1464936441010052771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/08/originally-wanted-this-to-be-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7081396895239720436</id><published>2010-08-15T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T02:35:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what are you guys' reaction to the music. Or maybe you don't listen to it at all. I swear it isn't all music... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my formspring's dead! Ask questions, your answers are revealed here oo, if you hadn't realise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have a pathetic twitter that goes by &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/lousydude"&gt;http://twitter.com/lousydude&lt;/a&gt; k. What do you do with the blue birds though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's study break and so far I'm just going out and out and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating with my classmates, seeing some of the 4e2s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like messing around with ice cream maker in Yuki Yaki with Weijie Khaycheng Weewee and Junboon. Water in and crazy flavours galore! All of you should come share my vanilla and raspberry mix time man. 1 man can die eating half of 4 cups of each flavour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikido grading looks set to be GG-fied. I don't know the names of the moves and&amp;nbsp;I move like a block. Oh aikido why must you be Japan? I appreciate the martial arts, but why bring in the language too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I lead a aimless life (which is true), so I get this feeling that I'm just floating from 1 activity to another just to numb myself. Or maybe the hormones' acting again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a long time since I posted something, my mind goes a little ARARARARARARARARA trying to think of what to post. Once I even thought of changing what I would like to post here, rather than just day to day stuff... like a litte OOMPH factor or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, today's BBQ was ok, even though I'm like the Ghost In The Shell of PPF, the one that appears and disappears from your lives. Sucks to know the rest of you cool peeps at such a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how to gain maximum freedom while still gaining te trust of your parents? Not that I need it, just thought it'd come in handy someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7081396895239720436?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7081396895239720436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7081396895239720436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7081396895239720436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7081396895239720436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/08/sometimes-i-wonder-what-are-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5208222501078339426</id><published>2010-07-12T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:43:03.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooo back from my kelong trip courtesy of Commonwealth Secondary School :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it'd suck real bad, since I'm the oldest and all (Yesh, out of all those kiddos, the second oldest is only sec 3 o.o), but it's cool in the end. Enjoying the view in the tugboats, mum getting her carrot head chopped by the fishing rod seller, learning how to fish for the first time, using an ikan kuning as bait to get crabs to grab it, catching my 1st (and only fish) with mah GOOD ROD, and playing "cheat" with the kiddies. But come on, using an Ace to start a round? Too easy and irritating sia... and few dare to catch the cheats LOL! And got 1 bugger always like to start with 2 Aces, 1 fake one, do until so many times I gave up catching him ~.~. I put all fake Aces to start the round instead XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a family of quintuplets (5 kids) came along too sia. 2 are twins, and like Khaycheng and Leng, one more quiet the other more active, another sister, and 2 boys. All sec 1 sio o.o. I see I thought sec 2... except the boys, they look P6- sec&amp;nbsp;1 instead haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the prawns tastes real freshy good. Sweet nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful night too. With stars all over the place dotting the night skies... sitting down and enjoying the night breeze... ah nice to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my alarm rang and went to watch the last few minutes of the 1st half of the match between Uruguay and Germany. Then I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And poly is making me really slack sia. There may be a sense of urgency somewhere, but it feels like it is moving slowly towards me instead. And looking at numbers still gives me the dumb reaction...&lt;br /&gt;And making me dumber by the day. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projects suck too :( It'd be a miracle if i pass my IS module, and business finance and Applied Statistics module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up trying to break the olde -gamers have crappy body-sterotype. Until I improve my mussels, muay thai's gonna kill me with their trainings man so I guess it's time to part ways. Thus leaving me with akido to mess with. Least I like it. Now to try to go natural during trainings, and let body and mind be 1 or it'd keep forgetting how to execute moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Thefo Auto 4: The Lost And Damned is fun. People say it is a evil game series with the killing of people and whatsnot, but really, whatever you want to do, it is up to you, isn't it? 'Sides, I always more of the radio stations and the missions in the game anyway, random killing, not so much. Though once upon a time in Grand Theft Auto 3, someone was really poor and decided to do rampages whenever he sees a bunch of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelong's fun. Maybe someday I should go along with friends instead, who knows how things would go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p319/AlexielR/HarryPotter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p319/AlexielR/HarryPotter.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5208222501078339426?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5208222501078339426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5208222501078339426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5208222501078339426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5208222501078339426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/07/wooo-back-from-my-kelong-trip-courtesy.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2347018148859724924</id><published>2010-07-01T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T18:46:49.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you miss me? ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Who art thou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes all you oldfags definitely :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/lousydude?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;So I herd you has queshuns. Well then, load yer rifles and fire away mah lads!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2347018148859724924?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2347018148859724924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2347018148859724924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2347018148859724924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2347018148859724924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/07/do-you-miss-me.html' title='Do you miss me? ):'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6921046253374527820</id><published>2010-06-28T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T03:11:37.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short update, so no pics. :P Besides they never show. FUCK CHIU FUNNYJUNK &amp;gt;( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spent quite some time adding minor stuffs to the site here, some music here, some stuff there... and if you are bored, view the videos included with the music! There should be good stuffs now and then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6921046253374527820?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6921046253374527820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6921046253374527820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6921046253374527820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6921046253374527820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-short-update-so-no-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-409054095138417926</id><published>2010-05-30T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:55:41.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine to my horror that opening png image files are opened by Adobe Fireworks CS4 instead of Internet Explorer 8! Darn bugger. I'll fix that some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does going to the Singapore Arts Festival means that I'm rich? I hada lol at that notion, cause my family buys cheap and decent seats all the time anyway, nothing particularly spectacular... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter And the Wolf was great to watch! I came a little late, so I missed out the special entrance by the crew apparently. But there was newspaper all over the Concert Theatre of the Esplanade, and enough angmoh kids having some little fun mayhem, tossing newspapers about, courtesy of the crew's encouragement. Tsk asian kids, reminds me why Guin liked angmoh kids better (Don't remember her reason...), sometimes they are like miniature robots, a little stiff at big events. Or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywoo, the orchestra, while more of kids, is entertaining for both the young and old, keeping children's attention with music and little short plays for them to associate the music with in Act 1, and followed by a short film in Act 2, no speech, but more orchestra music for them to "feel" the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert at Bugis afterwards, though the shop was average; the ice shavings were not as smooth as compared to the shop in Chinatown, but still edible. Found the lady that I spotted in Dhoby Ghaut at the same place, what luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I had Dallas Chicken Buffet with some of the forummers. Jiak chicken, see them entertain themselves, play arcade afterwards. My arcade skills so noob waste money only sia lalalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind Shadow was... dreamy. I see I also blur like sotong, though I grasped perhaps the outline of the whole dance performance. It's subjective anyway... though staying back for the choreographer/ director's Q &amp; A session was particularly informative. There was supposedly even a lady who was once part of Nikolai's dance troupe in New York (Who's Nikolai?) and found the dances to be restrictive, but was mesmerised and wonderfully happy over the free-form dance they did that day. One hell of a praise for the ol' chap. Some guy from some chinese group gave him a song, hoping that one day he'd make a dance out of it. Don't recognise who the big guy was. Though his interpretation of the dance was interesting. Artistes in constant conflict with each other and the world and whatsnot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopin in Botanic Gardens is cool, but too many kids playing about, and uh, I dunno who's playing wad. :P AT least I have Halo: Evolutions accompanying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World War Z's audiobook is good! And imma gonna be a creature of my own demise if I don't try to organise my stuffs in whatsnot. Then I'd die in Ngee Ann. Nuuuuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, if Mr. Lee is still around, I bet he'd go "AHAHAHHAHAHA PWNED" when he knows I got shocked by a damaged plug in school&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know I tend to be alongside the fringe of... just about everything I suppose. So, neither in the circle, neither beyond the circle, just somewhere in nullspace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse you image websites, share the lulz, show the images man &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.funnyjunk.com/pictures/ch1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 359px; HEIGHT: 525px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.funnyjunk.com/pictures/ch1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-409054095138417926?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/409054095138417926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=409054095138417926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/409054095138417926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/409054095138417926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/05/imagine-to-my-horror-that-opening-png.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3632879429507785977</id><published>2010-05-10T13:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:35:16.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last post on 22 March LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time to get back here I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-blows dust-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... a summary of 2 months of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit working as data entry, had enough for staring at the computer screen for long hours. Subsequently got into the MDE camp in Ngee Ann, started school, went crazy and picked muay thai and aikido (oh smite me great ones!), and well, currently posting from school :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I must admit, the main reason I've skipped posting for so long is well, better off not boring the readers with the same few details again and again right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school so far is mehhhh. In just days we have 4 groups, or 5. The girl group, the second mini girl group, the mixed boy girl group, the boy group, and the uh, beng beng group ;) Sure you make friends, but as with every start of a new school life, I'm viewing everyone with a suspicious eye again. Being cold is a harddddd route at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped ZL's meetup for some YTL Concert starring Andrea Bocelli. (Didn't mean to! Catch up next time k?) I suppose itsa k, though not being a opera fanatic, I wasn't really aware that Mr. Andrea had 3 encores for a particular song until my brother pointed it out XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brother dman zai. Lost his handphone in Boon Lay again, lucky picked up by someone else sia... except he's going back to Malaysia and won't be back till around Tuesday. Bagus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss yer old peeps. Couldn't we catch up someday? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.funnyjunk.com/pictures/14721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 746px;" src="http://static.funnyjunk.com/pictures/14721.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3632879429507785977?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3632879429507785977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3632879429507785977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3632879429507785977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3632879429507785977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-post-on-22-march-lol-well-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3774363675364463428</id><published>2010-03-22T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T02:02:31.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, this blog is still another way to reach to others, even though people rarely come by and dun read blogs since... i dunno somewhere around sec 4. Right, copy pasta that facebook update then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was bored after lunch during breakime and it was raining, leaving me stuck at the hawker centre and nearby neighbouhood shopping centre, so i went to visit 2 sex shops there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was really wondering whether I should ar, but in the end I decided to put on my [s]children-saw-forbidden-stuff face[/s] srs face and go in act adult lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st shop I go damn drama, outside can see sex doll, inside all the dildo and gels and whatsnot... even cream that works like that what nivea give woman smooth skin one oo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny enough, the second thing I noticed other than the arrays of pleasure evices was the music being played XD! Reminded me of this game Bioshock that plays th occasional music from the 70s while in the game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked what was being played, and the store assistant (or boss?), not very sure herself, showed me th CD "Love Jazz" instead o.O..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I spied a library book "Mining the Web" on her table, so... studying something IT-related?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl. Imma buy nothing and said she could sit down but dun wan say it's he job to serve... &gt;.&lt; Even offered an umbrella when she spotted me looking at the rain but me wanna slack + not so despo so declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 aunties gave me the wtf face when i came out. tsktsk. But expected lah :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other shop was at the second floor. Din't really wanna enter since the posters covered up the class door and strewn poster on the grounds makes th small shop look like hippie hideout for smoking pot sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped in anyway, and was quite surprised the shop was rather spartan! Dresses at one side, toys another side, C-strings at another ( Until now I have no idea how those things stick on you. Do they like, clench your butt or something?? XD Bet if you tried to shit while wearing one of that your shit be sliced twoways!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But moi the semi nerd caught sight of rouers he also sold, moved forward to have a look. Other than sex toys, he sells routers and chinese tea! cool. Uncle says he's gonna find a space to show his teaset at the back someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about how the core 2 duo, perhaps quad 2 duo processors are still better compared to the i7s in reality (since most people don't need that much processing powers), and how SMEs and cheapo bosses still do not use them, since the old stuff still works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als mentioned tht since 1st floor have higher rent, that lady's sex shop actually may not even have broke even sia o.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ays he's also looking for a female assistant to tend the shop, but I didn't catch what he mentioned about them. Showed me this novelty dice that lights up when hit hard LOL! No numbers, it has words like "beat butt" and stuffs in chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, I suppose I'm rather hard to contact (not that I mind, though it can get lonely, but being in the dark can be... safe,like gahmen cant find you of something. gah conspiracies~:silly eyes:), with the easiest way till now still being msn heh, even when i do kinda have my handphone if you guys are that despo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still considered family's, but since bro kinda has his own now, that just leaves me and grandma without one and since she's rarely out and uses it to make calls only, ya it's mostly mine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't help that the new laptop doesn't have an anti-virus program yet. Still waiting for NP to open up their software download service, see if they offer norton internet security 2010 before i'm wlling to really use it. Still not comfortable having two guys on the computer though. I mean, like as if seeing one family member on the pc isn't bad enough, there's another, and it's mobile! Eugh. Just... odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun those of you going to the coming NP school orientation camp! Me won't be there since family has tickets to "Liao Zhai Rocks" on thurs which clashes so didn't sign up :( Unless you tell me they accept people who pangseh the camp for one day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The router works only when I turn on the main PC wth. Do you people router do that and if it doesn't, what did you all do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes imma glad not much forummers found this place, though that means less response from people (1 post, different reactions..), but I'm still going by the old days. Yer wanna find this blog, it's either through the cookie crumbs I left for you all, all through linkbacks. :) No fun in just telling you now sometimes, eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Moi realised I be needing  blogskin that can fit wall of texts and long-winded posts. zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallout 3 is fun. But all the dungeon crawls.. I dunno. Will I be interested in the long run? And the creatures, for someone playing on "Very Hard" and only low level, scary sia! Like these giant scorpions chasing you OMG! 1st time I was afraid of something that might harm one but isn't harming me yet since imma moving faster and chopping in with my knife but the my mind keeps telling me "THE STINGER IS SCARY RUNN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a mod for fallout 3 that lets me move fast even when im encumbered? Like say, if I'm carrying too much stuff, i just hit scroll lock and move fast. but by fast i mean time in the game moves fast, so it's kinda like although you are moving slowly, the ingame time is fastforwarded to give the illusion of speed. Which also means that the npcs would also be zooming by so you'd have to hit scroll lock again to return the speed of time to it's original setting. Much thanks if you know of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.funnyjunk.com/pictures/12585774412460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 550px; HEIGHT: 3242px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.funnyjunk.com/pictures/12585774412460.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3774363675364463428?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3774363675364463428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3774363675364463428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3774363675364463428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3774363675364463428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/03/ah-this-blog-is-still-another-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-8897237735899525170</id><published>2010-03-05T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T03:14:11.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://9gag.com/photo/18510_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Lucky it seems safe and not some crap virus stuff/trojan or something, but too early to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell leh. You want limit my usage of the Internet to 5 freaking webpages, fine, that's your business. But this is a shared computer, so why in the world should the rest be brought down to suffer huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like it's war all over again, and this time no longer messing with a dumb kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get Sun Tzu'd and borrow some library books to entertain myself too. The Tao Of Pooh pruss something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/091109.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 627px;" src="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/091109.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3724476072022904339?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3724476072022904339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3724476072022904339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3724476072022904339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3724476072022904339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/02/bro-installed-some-uh-k9-web-page.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3122918001545053875</id><published>2010-02-22T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:46:20.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that my bro has a phone, looks like the samung phone is sorta unofficially mine.&lt;br /&gt;So, what would that mean to you guys? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my bro his forcing his way to make me sleep early, instead of my 4-5am. I admit, it's bad. But what yer want. I like it. What I do, is my business. You get me a job, whatever, at this point, I'd rather quit the job through poor performance since I'm no longer interested in getting one thanks to the current situation. I'm tired of fixing your fucking mind. Weary. But I ain't washing my hands off you yet, ass. Why. Coz I'm your fucking brother dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makes me jerk too. But what does a jerk care. He's a jerk. Jerks don't care about what you think or other people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the problems of yesteryear still hold true nowadays? Dad gave a poor example of how they were poor and hada work young and now imma 16 and not working. In retrospect it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you think trying to make me sleep early is gotta stop his acts of nuisance, forget it. Other problems will arise, and besides, if someone doesn't see the point of sleeping early, why would he? Thus you give work. But since he's a stubborn mule, he still wouldn't sleep early. Things were almost on course, the stars were almost aligned, so to speak. Now, quit throwing hammers into the clockworks of Nature. RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now pics for this post, but since I' m a man of my words, pics of the previous 2 posts will be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though saying that one is a man of his words over the Internet means nothing, even if he is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3122918001545053875?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3122918001545053875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3122918001545053875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3122918001545053875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3122918001545053875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/02/now-that-my-bro-has-phone-looks-like.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-355433533862618649</id><published>2010-02-19T02:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:16:43.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Butterfly cocoons, should they end up on the ground, have a higher risk of not getting their wings dried up in time compared to those that pop out from mid-air, resulting in certain death. That makes for 4/???? butterflies dead from those we've raised so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got luck seeing the Malaysia train popping out while riding the MRT onwards past Buona Vista. Now, wish for a night-view one perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's cool so far. Do people get less ready to open up to strangers as they get older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can't believe I'm having mixed feelings about couples; on 1 hand, imma proud of them, on the other I'm jealous. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boliao go play Sudden Attack after seeing my (cousin? nephew?) playing it during 1st CNY. Whiny community, darn people with cash advantage or something, seen the occasional hackers, headshots doable, and ya, like all the Beng and Seng playing CB here NB there. Like wth la, you play, diam diam play, and learn from opponent and go read some Sun Tzu/ some kungfu knowledge can? Ppl good at sniping/headshotting not mean hacker mah. But should provide one sniper for free to all. If not must purchase sniper rifle, suck leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the atomic bomb blew up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sry for no pics for this and previous posts. :( Next time k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Oh ya, any other music streaming websites that also lets you include it in your blog like imeem? I know Leon doesn't quite like blog music but maybe he'd be cool with less energetic tunes. You never know... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/091020.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 627px;" src="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/091020.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-355433533862618649?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/355433533862618649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=355433533862618649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/355433533862618649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/355433533862618649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/02/butterfly-cocoons-should-they-end-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-4322273359123352269</id><published>2010-02-12T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:16:17.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahahahhaha, I guess today's events warrant a post update. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry for not visiting Fuhua today. Heh. Mum woke up at 5.20am, while I'm still reading this e-novel, and seeing me up, asked me to go to the market with her. I thought she was kidding, and with the maid up not long after, I switched to my PJs and went to sleep. Turns out she's for real. Ack. Last time I been to a market was at 6am... (Not counting the Jurong Fishery Port at 4am :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up going to the market with her at 5.40am, buying stuffs to prepare for CNY. Quite a crowd of uncles and aunties at that time of the hour, none quite as hot as my mum though xD. One uncle had two maids, 1 quite young looking, can be his daughter sia o.o. Bought the vegetables and meat by 8.10am. Saw a lady who looked like Ms Elaine Tai, but mum only remembers Mrs Tay, whom she claims she meets occasionally at the market on weekends bargaining for good prices in Teochew. Anyone wants to confirm that the next time you meet her? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, while she was arranging the vegetables, seeing nothing to do, I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum called me up at 10.53am, claimed she called me at 10.10am (I don't remember!) So wash up, breakfast, bathe, and by the time I'm out, party looks over, so didn't bother stepping into school and instead when to someone's house to return money ^^. Met Joshua, Huiling and Leon Ang (Oddest couple I've been =X, but I say, if fate plays the right cards, I would love to go to their wedding. :D), and er, Jasmine, Su En and Deborah in bus 187.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm crap at tennis but I think I'm still going, take it as a chance to go outdoors more and get on my two feet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during my times in Chinatown (thus skipping the other tenni session :P), I met a surprised Sheryl who gave me the face of seeing-someone-you know-but-not-knowing-where-or-who-is-that, a Kelvin doing CNY shopping with his family, Kaiqin's girlfriend shopping for pens in Popular in JP, 4E1's Jasmine reading a magazine there, pri sch classmate Dion working at Bee Cheng Hiang in JP, and maybea few others but since 2 (3?) weeks have passed, I don't quite remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to helping out for CNY, pic later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/091104.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 627px;" src="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/091104.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-4322273359123352269?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/4322273359123352269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=4322273359123352269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4322273359123352269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4322273359123352269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahahahhaha-i-guess-todays-events.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7939731908022453722</id><published>2010-01-28T04:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:12:55.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird dream today. Dreamt that I was in Malaysia with my bro, and we were in a cab. He said he needed to get something so he got off. I waited in it, but after a long time, he still wasn't back, so I took the driver's seat and drove my way to Singapore. Along the way, I entered a shopping mall. Seeing so many people around and without my passport, I took a risk and moved the cab onto a trolley and covered it with a giant cloth, and moving through the mall trolley-style. The Malaysians looked at me with disgust, but I ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I pushed the trolley out to the carpark. So I carried the cab down and drove onwards. Halfway the carpark attendants came to check vehicles, and I panicked as I didn't have a driving license with me, but all they asked was my car model, and subsequently let me pass. "Wah, BV6 ar?" "Huh? Er, ya." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the Singapore checkpoint in the end. Then I saw Amy playing along the foot of the cliff. I laughed at that since I remember in my previous dream involving getting to Singapore, it was Wanting that I saw instead. XD&lt;br /&gt;Without a passport, I could not continue. Magically, Grandma and my bro appeared to asked what took me so long. I told them to heck care and get me my passport. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis with zeling, darren, renon, charissa, weijie, junjian and uh, Ben I think was awkward haha since I didn't know how to. heh. Sure zeling thought me some stuffs which worked (Thx! Now to see if I forget...(: ), I felt more like a dog chasing after tennis that flew too far. :D Not that I mind. Could use the physical workout anytime. Facing the computer all the time isn't that good anyway. And I need work on intercepting tennis balls. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lan-ing L4D2 with the few of them though was awesome haha! Zeling not that bad what, just that need more training heh. But I would have preferring a better sound system than soft speakers... and I just learnt LAN burns holes in pocket. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got into Logistics Management in Ngee Ann. Hmm. Not sure if should appeal to something more engineering-based, since&lt;br /&gt;A)I don't care for money, B)Not sure of this course's er, stuff and C)So that I may have to learn less stuffs like plumbing the old way.&lt;br /&gt;But, on the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;A)I'm abit lazy to do this appealing thing since it involves going to the school itslef, B)I could use the money, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now the thing is, when does the appeal end? The to-appeal-or-not-to-appeal thing I'm gonna have to mull over it while sleeping, and/or get lucky to meditate over it.&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to give advices though if you guys wish to. And oh, JC peeps, have fun and good luck! Or, goodnight and goodluck. Bah, you guys won't get the reference unless you googled it. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I didn't go facebook today since I was trying to get some stuffs for a simple L4D2 server to work, still no idea on how to host 8 player campaigns though.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next patch and that future coming new campaign won't screw it.&lt;br /&gt;Annd my father wants me to start work somewhere starting February, so I guess that means I do I have something to do while waiting for my school to start. Not that I'm that bored, but they expressed interest in having the money used for school fees, so, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/090922.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 627px;" src="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/090922.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7939731908022453722?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7939731908022453722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7939731908022453722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7939731908022453722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7939731908022453722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/01/weird-dream-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7473500900418788896</id><published>2010-01-16T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:31:02.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I decided to play Left 4 Dead 2 on Garena once again. I wonder why so few people play Swamp Fever and Hard Rain, or user created maps for that matter. And darn you steam playing ppl. :( So anyway, I was playing The Parish with 3 strangers, 1 going by the name of QiQix3 and other chris or something, and we finally reached the last chapter where you have to rush across the bridge to enter the escape helicopter. The first time, Qi got charged into the river below by a Charger, so I ended up having to revive the rest while the tank is coming towards us. :/ After which the horde killed us. Second time, we got to about 3/4 of the bridge, and we reached another with supplies, loaded with some weapons, lots of pills and adrenaline shots. 1 died since he was low on health, and the 2 others died after getting surrounding by the horde for too long, leaving me alone on the truck. I started to panic a little, then thought up some half-assed plan, I grabbed some pills, ate it, then grabbed a adrenaline shot and a random weapon (An auto/tactical shotgun, I hate that, prefer the SPAS 12...), then made a run for it, meleed the zombies at the truck away, then dashed for the helicopter. After pill's effect were away, I took the adrenaline, and meleed/shot the zombies in my way. Finally, when the rescue music sounded, and with little zombies in sight, I thought I was safe, until the dead players started typing "OMG TANK" and got me moving again. I threw a molotov after seeing the tank, then managed to make it to the helicopter with only... about 6HP left, I think. Ah, most memorable run so far. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my garena ign is lousydude, ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lengthy rant about my L4D2 advertures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to write about what I dreamed, but I can't remember it already. Something to do with food, outdoors, and... I don't know. I think there were lasers going pew pew pew too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I would start showing some "SUPER EFFECTIVE" comic pictures on the next post. If you guys have personally went to the web and read the webcomic, feel free to tell me not to put them up, k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/pieceofass.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 307px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/pieceofass.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7473500900418788896?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7473500900418788896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7473500900418788896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7473500900418788896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7473500900418788896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-decided-to-play-left-4-dead-2-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2000577884019821266</id><published>2010-01-11T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:28:17.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year post of sorts :)</title><content type='html'>Ah, about 1 month has passed. Time to come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much bez going on this past month, since I didn't bother getting a job (much to my brother's disgust), I am simply spending my time slacking and lazing about outside, at home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's hard recollecting what exactly you did for the past month, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I remember watching Avatar, going to zl's place, Charissa playing Chopin's Nocturne Op.9 No.2, raising several caterpillars till now, BBQs, playing Left 4 Dead 2 (Does no one play that? It sucks at time to play with strangers in Garena... add lousydude if you'd like:) ), playing Bioshock till the last level at the moment (Fun running for your life in a utopia/distopia!), being in KL and having dad's friends tour us around, watched Gran Torino (So nice and heartwarming in a way, why don't want to pick sia), The Good, The Bad And The Ugly, and District 9 (Nicely done, though could possibly go deeper into its themes of xenophobia and humanity), skyping with new people I've sorta met, and now getting my guts together to try out a real time strategy game. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my O level results are that good, but I expected at least 18, and I got 18, so I suppose it's not to shabby. :) And with 15 Jan looming, it seems that reality and responsibility has come knocking once again. haiz. At least the atmosphere in the hall is nice. I love sucking a good atmosphere. Or at least what positive energies it has. And seeing zl up there with the list of 7 pointers shows that there is no point in worrying in the first place haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/sexsayings.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 662px;" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/sexsayings.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2000577884019821266?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2000577884019821266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2000577884019821266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2000577884019821266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2000577884019821266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-post-of-sorts.html' title='New year post of sorts :)'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2592280974904298548</id><published>2009-12-08T17:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:03:40.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku1xn5zDfz1qzukuqo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://14.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku1xn5zDfz1qzukuqo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda brain dead today, so posts later, but this pic can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more "play game then sleep directly afterwards" for me. The NYT is right. Ow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bioshock can be somewhat scary. But I have no qualms knocking off those splicers. They ain't human anymore anyway; their sanity gone along with their souls with all that power struggle in Rapture. &lt;br /&gt;But this Mr. Ryan had the right idea, except that he forgot that as humans, some of us tend to be more evil than others, which tips the balance of power in his Garden of Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assassin's Creed, can get somewhat repetitve, with the only selling point being the assassinations, and getting to know all about the story in the game itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ow. Ah crap now I can't remember what I wanted to post. Ah well later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2592280974904298548?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2592280974904298548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2592280974904298548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2592280974904298548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2592280974904298548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-kinda-brain-dead-today-so-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-4852070963372998015</id><published>2009-11-30T17:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:21:50.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I think I managed to get this Windows 7 Professional to work overnight. Now hopefully the drivers don't play tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT show never sell the OEM version of the OS sia, sian. Went with xinyu and gabriel to expo like for nothing sia, except see them buy printer, keyboard and mouse. At least got eye-candy to see, haha! Oh ya, saw Eileen working as a M1 promoter! Looks the same as ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I followed Xinyu to Funan to redeem his printer goodies, and afterwards headed to Sim Lim to get the OEM. Teppanyaki burger not that bad leh. Aiya, then why else offer as limited edition leh? Hmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixed the bloody pipe to the toilet bowl. Garh, I hate those waterproof sealant tapes. You tape it about the threads of the pipe, then you connect another end that has, say a screw, and screw it unto the threads itself. But everytime I do it, the tape just gets pushed back! So how is that more waterproof, compared to having the washer in the pipe already? Haiz, amateur is amateur. Guess got more to learn from Pa. &lt;br /&gt;Being handyman is good. :) Since nowadays he relegates the jobs to me, and he is too busy to do all the stuffs at home all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caterpillar has grown into a yellow butterfly! Kinda shocked to see it flapping about in the plastic container in the morning. Bah, such a pity it broke out of the cocoon during dawn. Well, we shall save another, and another, and another, and another....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed veteran and grabbed all intels along the way. SHIOK SIA XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity no one else crashed prom. All you have to do is walk up the main entrance. How cool is that eh hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the current holidays. Well, and the fact that I sleep and wake up late. Does it matter what time I wake up? I like 3! Ah well whatever. At least you helped me speed up my charging time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should find a day to go to the library, or read the copy of Men In White on the bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zis is ah good day to just lie on a vast patch of grass and just stare up at the sky and let time and mind pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.funnyjunk.com/gifs/darthpawn.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 222px;" src="http://static.funnyjunk.com/gifs/darthpawn.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-4852070963372998015?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/4852070963372998015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=4852070963372998015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4852070963372998015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4852070963372998015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-i-think-i-managed-to-get-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1364379452230169283</id><published>2009-11-22T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T02:47:56.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K recce liao. Your ballroom has only 1 way in and out, which is it's main door. So my plan has failed. Haiz, so sad. All the evilness gone to waste. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. &lt;br /&gt;I've seen the size too. No wonder they rather use the grand ballroom. The ballroom sucks. with 15 tables the place is rather small. Since we are probably using... 11, it will be slightly more spacious, but don't count on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can hear the people crying foul now...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the area about it at night, has pubs and nightclubs and whatsnot. And a hotel nearby that attracts Chinese tourists. So girls, do not try to go home by yourselves. You know what, scratch that. Just don't be drunk/high, be alert, listen to your parents and avoid strangers, and you girls should be able to go home with your virginity intact. Now now, let's all be mature about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the benefits of bringing your parent to survey the crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, this means that once again I'm on the right side of the law. Perhaps it was good that I shared my plans with my mother and brother. Even though it was tactless should the plan work, and that you never know whether there are eyes and ears about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm confused whether telling them was right, without end results affecting this decision. Afterall, I just wanted to let my mum know that there's a possibility that I might get my ass hauled into jail, but this clashes with whatever I'm doing! Especially if she whistleblows etc. Double-edged sword man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, so now I shall open invitations to gatecrash the place, but preferably, we shall eat our dinner elsewhere, and bring along $75 just in case. (Hopefully we pay a portion of it since we ain't eating there, perhaps. You eat you pay moar. Which leaves us more cash to play with.) So you wanna do anything before/after the event, why not start a mass convo, msn hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing the hard drive along. What do you think this means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veteran is hard man, it scares me! Oh man I can't imagine surviving through it, while looking out for intel at the same time... But no bonuses for finding them on the PC. Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/6481/1218722347940et3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 494px; height: 600px;" src="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/6481/1218722347940et3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1364379452230169283?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1364379452230169283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1364379452230169283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1364379452230169283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1364379452230169283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/11/k-recce-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1401690500675949664</id><published>2009-11-18T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:57:14.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My only concern is when evildoers decide to use me as scapegoat. That'd really suck.&lt;br /&gt;So I don't think I'd like so many recruits, but if you like, drop me a PM. NOT HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, apparently prom needs just about... 10+ ppl so that they'd be able to use the GRAND BALLROOM wor. So anybody reading this, spread the msg and ask ppl to buy FROM EXCOS k? &lt;strong&gt;Make their dreams of entering the beautiful shiny palace come true!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caterpillar has turned into a cocoon, clinging onto the side of the plastic container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its faeces has got fungus growing all over it making it look like some furball. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried donating blood last sunday, but because I have morning sinus, doctor ask me come back when I'm feeling better next time. Haiz, like that then I might as well go sleep ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the rerun of The Unbeatables 3 made me realise how gong I was when I was young, actually thought Zoe Tay and the others can make the card fly here fly there so awesome one. Now I see I laff at the CGI sia lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's mini post calls of no need of pictures, and may be reused to include other mini posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1401690500675949664?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1401690500675949664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1401690500675949664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1401690500675949664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1401690500675949664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/11/caterpillar-has-turned-into-cocoon.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5203828723034405737</id><published>2009-11-17T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:12:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps I may grow old and end up regretting not going prom, perhaps I won't. 1 thing I do know is that I would rather try breaking in or just meet all of you outside once prom's done, sounds better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nope people, Your Modern Warfare 2 is not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep late and wake up late all day long, nothing much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could really use a job lobang, no apu neh crap pls ty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidding about the apu neh. Sure, this blog low readership, but worth a shot asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go, the hottest Wonderwoman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.playpark.net/images/uploads/wonder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.playpark.net/images/uploads/wonder1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated links. Tell me if there's any I missed/you wish to include. Ciao for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5203828723034405737?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5203828723034405737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5203828723034405737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5203828723034405737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5203828723034405737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/11/perhaps-i-may-grow-old-and-end-up.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3744609684538951349</id><published>2009-11-11T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:07:57.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, now that O levels are sorta over, I guess I can be back to update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears dustbunnies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and so I now have Crysis Warhead to mess with, maybe followed by Modern Warfare 2 and Crysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caterpillar the family has been rearing has escaped. Who ask my brother make such a big hole for air circulation. Well, now, few days later, higher power has now left behind another caterpillar on your plant outdoors. So this time, no more big holes.&lt;br /&gt;All of you should also rear the caterpillars and let them grow to butterflies too, since apparently Singapore's butterflies are at risk of extinction, with people removing them when spotted. Otherwise my father would have killed it when he saw 1, just like he used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched "The Song Of Sparrows" during the break between Geog paper 1 and Geog paper 2. Like how the director uses life in (Iran?) to depict how sometimes in life, having a great deal of wealth as not as good as it seems. But can be harder to understand, compared to his other movie "Children of Heaven".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm proud to say that I have more pictures available for blog posting! So no shortages yet. And a gentle reminder. If you like the pictures very much, remember to save them yourselves too! Otherwise you might end up not being able to find them should the image hosting website fails, just like the Curious Incident Of The Girl Killed By Her Television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backed up my files once again. The computer refuses to load today, end up have to do system restore. No idea what's wrong though. Perhaps should check Adobe Flash Player. But can't be it leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, so many things happened since the last post, that it's hard to remember them at this moment. Such a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i614.photobucket.com/albums/tt221/Baby_Eeyore2512/motivational-poster-cosplay-horribl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 625px;" src="http://i614.photobucket.com/albums/tt221/Baby_Eeyore2512/motivational-poster-cosplay-horribl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3744609684538951349?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3744609684538951349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3744609684538951349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3744609684538951349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3744609684538951349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-now-that-o-levels-are-sorta-over-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1383224417823508508</id><published>2009-10-09T00:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:13:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-it: Soundtracks to buy</title><content type='html'>Leon wanted this up, so might as well do a little "fan service"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, note to self. Buy:&lt;br /&gt;The Codex Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;The Heretic Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;Tarboy Soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get permission to do online shopping. Years maybe, but KIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after chem prelim test, Joshua wanted the class to stay back to do a short recording of us promising the teachers that we'd do well for O's for graduation day video, I think. Felt uncomfortable throughout the period since I don't think me saying "I'll do well" makes sense. Look at me, with 24, getting a low double digit score is really, really.... unlikely, perhaps. Despite what everyone says about how miracles can happen, I think I'd better not have this false hope in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it gives more torment. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finding the video pointless for me, I gave the slip along with Leon, Ken and Joe. Ran our way out to school to avoid zijian for fun, lol. All of us followed Ken to his bus stop, where we chatted while waiting for his bus to come. Missed 2 from the chatting. Got a jogger real funny, he was clapping really loudly while jogging. (I know he's just getting blood circulation, but..) Then Ken , Joe and Leon clapped their hands to see if they could get a response from the guy. He gave us a look and jogged off lulz.. After that I threw a stone up onto the train tracks again and we took 180 to JP for fun to chat and see chiobus. Joe's tastes must upgrade lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/stripperfireman.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 525px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/stripperfireman.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1383224417823508508?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1383224417823508508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1383224417823508508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1383224417823508508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1383224417823508508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/10/post-it-soundtracks-to-buy.html' title='Post-it: Soundtracks to buy'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-8258100173083884627</id><published>2009-09-23T22:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:09:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies to watch?</title><content type='html'>(Title explains bottom post.)&lt;br /&gt;District 9&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye Lenin!&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenue Chez Les Ch'tis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many films, so little time. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten interesting stuffs recently. Except the meal at Seoul Garden with JB and the others, and heading to GCA after that. &lt;em&gt;Wild&lt;/em&gt; day eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess O levels can take a toll on some of us. That some of us sure must suck. But to lose beautiful memories, no matter how little or stupid, is a real pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy to pic-dump today. Next post I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-8258100173083884627?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/8258100173083884627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=8258100173083884627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8258100173083884627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8258100173083884627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/09/movies-to-watch.html' title='movies to watch?'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-4594175513767127294</id><published>2009-09-16T18:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:30:08.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self: Try to rmb: The Hero with a Thousand Faces</title><content type='html'>Thought of a possible movie called "The Boy From Man U", where this diehard fan from Man U, buys a house that is 50 miles from each of the greatest Man U players. So one day he had sex with his wife, and because he wanted to breed the best Man U player in the world, ended up visualising having sex with the Man U and thus was unable to perform. This crucial scene will be the first of several to show readers how one should never be too obsessive about anything. Eventually though, he did get a son, and becomes an ardent fan of Man U, thanks to his father and his trips to the laojiao Man U supporters in the local pub. So he gets the fastest, strongest legs Man U had ever gotten (got talentspotted) and goes on to help Man U win the EPL once again. In between would showcase the interaction between the father whose support for Man U is decreasing while his son's support for it is increasing, and how they struck a balance between this father and son relationship. At the same time, his rise to fame has attracted the attention of the guys from N.I.S.P (No Imba Soccer Players) who will stop at nothing to make soccer to have a level playing field, both technically and physically. Movie tagline shall be "Man U finally has the legs of win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(While doing big business.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder should throw into facebook or not. Aiya throw la, I get more responses there anyway. Can't rmb what else I wanted to blog. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: lool too long for facebook&lt;br /&gt;EDIT EDIT: Just dumped as a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo79/ryanteo/2545437384_804c7cca65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i363.photobucket.com/albums/oo79/ryanteo/2545437384_804c7cca65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-4594175513767127294?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/4594175513767127294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=4594175513767127294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4594175513767127294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4594175513767127294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/09/thought-of-possible-movie-called-boy.html' title='note to self: Try to rmb: The Hero with a Thousand Faces'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5378159301731332847</id><published>2009-09-02T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:50:52.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't mention that the second time we went Hortpark for the exhibition, we saw this chameleon. First time see a chameleon eat. Since there while these black ants walking about the ground, the chameleon simply stayed at one spot, blend in with the surroundings, wait for one insect to come, and -snap!-, it twitches its head and gobbles up the poor fellow, in less than a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, while getting a cup of water to drink, I startled this lizard that I didn't see. And like all lizards do, first thing they do is clamber up the walls. Except since the kitchen walls near the stove are a little oily, the lizard keeps slipping everytime he moves up. So he keeps slip, run forward, slip, run forward, until he is eventually unable to grab a hold on the walls and falls behind the kettle containing stored water. So funny looking at him go sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya, hi Leon! Ya you, Leon Tay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/randomnessjunk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/randomnessjunk&lt;/a&gt; to the "other links" section. Check out the favourites section for a list of my favourite videos from youtube. Or the subscriptions. Aiya just go see the profile if you want la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/090418.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 450px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.vgcats.com/super/images/090418.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5378159301731332847?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5378159301731332847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5378159301731332847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5378159301731332847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5378159301731332847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-didnt-mention-that-second-time-we.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7853465162633548127</id><published>2009-08-31T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T01:21:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moon was a great show. Finally, someone who got a science-fiction movie well done. And nice theme from Clint Mansell. I like how the director showcased the interaction between our two miners on the moon, when they realised that they are clones. Thought-provoking film. Pity it's on the Picturehouse. Then again, the "fucks" would have been censored otherwise, and they happen to be too close to important scenes in the story.&lt;br /&gt;Nice sets, Picturehouse. Real comfy and spacious enough. Aircon's at just perfect temperature too. Could use with a higher headrest though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Hungry Ghost was lukewarm. Clashes with Ramadan, so when we went to give offerings, the malays were off from mosque, so lots of people. Which also means harder time to just throw my long range banana/tofu/towgay/peanuts/coins/etc. But when we were done, I saw all these mynahs and sparrows feasting on the offerings. aww. So next year I'm throwing them long range towards the grass patches, and maybe give up my dream of hitting the mosque with a banana. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard a car skidding and crashing into some metal stuffs, followed by someone screaming. Whether that is a car crash or someone having fun with drifting, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i434.photobucket.com/albums/qq65/Diaruga2/Woof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i434.photobucket.com/albums/qq65/Diaruga2/Woof.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7853465162633548127?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7853465162633548127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7853465162633548127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7853465162633548127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7853465162633548127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/08/moon-was-great-show.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7920010003852132271</id><published>2009-08-26T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:43:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I m gonna try to keep this short, since it is the prelims after all, but I'm putting this down before I forget all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did go to the plant exhibition at Hortpark. Don't ask me what day it was coz I don't remember. But we had a nice day out seeing how nature can complement our concrete jungles, and assorted plantsy stuffs. And next time, if I find a caterpillar on our plants, I won't just cut the leaves and throw them off. Did you know, in Singapore, our local species of butterflies and uh, other butterflies sees a decline in its population? So help them repopulate by growing more plants that attract them, and not killing off the blob of wriggly thing.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Bukit Timah Shopping Centre to find a new maid after that, but a took a long detour, taking a bus from Vivo to Bukit Timah, rather than straight from Alexandra Road. zzzz. We checked out our usual maid employment centre, as well as some other one opened by Jack Neo. You get movie ticket to his new movie when you employ their services leh! lulz. I simply wandered about since I'm not so interested in looking at their profiles. Saw all these &lt;s&gt;rich&lt;/s&gt; teens heading to (Montessori?) for tuition. Wonder who likes living a Bukit Timah sia. Nice food and quiet locations, but other amenities not say very accessible eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebration was at West Mall's Swensen. Lucky got voucher, 90+ dollars slashed to 40+ dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Birthday cake is a durian one, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a big thank you to all who wished me a happy birthday! And no, I won't smite the rest of you for not doing so. Instead, I think I should thank you all for sparing me the need to reply to your wishes. I must say, its odd having people wishing you a happy birthday. Curse you facebooook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I missed out something else but I can't remember. Heck, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I'm running out of pics for you guys. Aww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/funny-pictures-bowling-ball-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 525px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/funny-pictures-bowling-ball-cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7920010003852132271?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7920010003852132271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7920010003852132271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7920010003852132271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7920010003852132271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/08/ok-i-m-gonna-try-to-keep-this-short.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2146581680545710826</id><published>2009-08-15T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:32:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is so good for sleeping. The day is cool, and the bed is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I started out my afternoon with killing bedbugs.&lt;br /&gt;Since mum's bed is now under attack by bedbugs, we went through the bed, and start picking off them.&lt;br /&gt;These guys are sure at some sort of pinnacle of evolution. The eggs look more like fungi growth, the little ones are white, so they hide well amongst the the white bedding. As they grow bigger, they get more brownish dark, so they hide well old splattered blood of their ancestors, while they look like part of the carnage. And since they camouflage well, so they tend not to move to avoid detection. The larger ones on the other hand, since are all black and brown, will probably make a dash for it most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that, I thus conclude that whites have no balls and blacks are brainless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible that their dash is just for diversion to let the younger ones slip by. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;And since bedbugs stink after killed, I surmise that it a scent given off to alert others that one died here. So if one uses their hand to crush one and chase another later, the scent would make them either stay or run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to show you, the Pokemon Comatose theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scorehero.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=96343&amp;amp;postdays=0&amp;amp;postorder=asc&amp;amp;start=0"&gt;http://www.scorehero.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=96343&amp;amp;postdays=0&amp;amp;postorder=asc&amp;amp;start=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2146581680545710826?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2146581680545710826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2146581680545710826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2146581680545710826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2146581680545710826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-is-so-good-for-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-299908837361448215</id><published>2009-08-12T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T01:29:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Durians on last tuesday is nice. Least they ain't bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a buffet at Sakura is interesting. I like the food, considering it's the first time I really ate a Japanese meal. But note to self, coffee flavoured ice cream does not go well with spaghetti. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk the Forest Trail on National Day. I like the Henderson Wave. Nicely stylised wave. And the Jewel Box is a beautiful work of architecture on top of Mount Faber. Nice view from their iconic toilets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Superdog calls Apricot tea, made from teabag, tea? Ridonkculous! It doesn't even taste apricotty. Only the sugar syrup saved your day mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought me to see this flea market in China Square, next to Far East Square. Operates only on Sundays. Sells lots of old toys sia, old mini gundams, anime toys, world war 2 propaganda magazines, 2 dildos, old cameras and videocams, tapes, a book on Communism writtened by then Minister of Defence last time, and also assorted figurines. Stuffs like old coins, notes, stuffed toys are also common sight, but there is mainly toys. And with model figurine shops in the shopping mall too, it is a wonder for toy collectors. These shops sell model toys, like 1:100 scale of ARC Troopers, Halo 3 Legendary Helmet kit, figurines from World of Warcraft, The Dark Knight, Transformers, Gears of War 2, Star Wars, Gundam, other animes, Marvel Universe, and many others. &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, mum won a mini Piccolo figurine seh! First figurine of my life. Left it back in its box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum tried cooking spaghetti on Monday! But since my stomach isn't a great fan of spaghetti sauces, I got tired of the caborana after some time. I did finish my portion. Me thinks fried spaghetti tastes much better. Like ee-mian, but better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I upload this before? If yes, sorry! Running really low on images liao, so next time no more le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/4016/4chaniliekchocolatemilkld4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 780px; HEIGHT: 412px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/4016/4chaniliekchocolatemilkld4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-299908837361448215?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/299908837361448215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=299908837361448215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/299908837361448215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/299908837361448215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/08/durians-on-last-tuesday-is-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3173981688649252014</id><published>2009-08-05T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:28:02.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walked with Ken and Joe to the bus stop near Chinese Garden. Relaxing sia, just slowly walk while chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Shitted at a drain outside while Joe was waiting for his bus. This uncle came jogging by and saw me. Gahhh! Hope no one else did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked along the Chinese Garden Park Connector after that. Nice and calming around nature. I threw a fruit into the waters but it didn't float. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3173981688649252014?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3173981688649252014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3173981688649252014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3173981688649252014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3173981688649252014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/08/walked-with-ken-and-joe-to-bus-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7027084731658300775</id><published>2009-08-01T01:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T18:24:16.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies I've watched recently: Harry Potter and Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Half Blood Prince this time round is not as good, compared to the other films. While in essence it has gotten the gist of the story, the director done it in such a manner that he sort of deviates from the original print material. While this is a common problem when adapting another medium to film format, it is a little too much. As one episode of the Simpsons goes, "Angelica leaves school, blah blah, new guide, *flips flips* learns new spell, and defeats Montymort. Yay!" All that from quick browsing in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Iluma's ok. But perhaps a little too much clothes shops, its like a mini bugis or something. And the Manhattan Fish Market, nice fish. Just got to pick another next time. Seabass dish with tiramisu and mudpie? Oh too darned full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up is good, mum's office gave early screening. While fast-paced, it has moments that touches you. Depending on how you see it, you would most probably get different impressions. Pixar is also getting better with its animation and level of detail. Got a nice shock when the credits revealed that Michael Giacchino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of my own after watching Up: possible spoilers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Regarding the old man: Do no take me as stubborn, I'm just strongly emotionally attached.&lt;br /&gt;The little things in life are always worth remembering and to treasure. (Learnt this long ago, and still applying it.)&lt;br /&gt;While they never got to Paradise Falls together, their time spent together was one of bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Saw someone that looks like Guinevere after that. Except that she's taller, and has a slighly longer face. Sideways view only, from front it looks different. Except maybe the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: 2 squirrels live across the ground next to my old primary school. Awesome. One of them has some rather big buckteeth there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed with a red ant colony outside school today. They had used the sap of the leaf to make glue to stick several of them together, forming a small nest. Messed it up by poking it with a long stick picked up from the ground, and ending with a throwing a stone that zijian threw but barely hit. Funfunfun, just like primary school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies to watch next time: District 9, Bruno and Moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/fail-owned-homework-stripper-shovel-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 476px; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/fail-owned-homework-stripper-shovel-fail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7027084731658300775?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7027084731658300775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7027084731658300775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7027084731658300775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7027084731658300775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/08/movies-ive-watched-recently-harry.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-8151190410726945050</id><published>2009-07-17T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:26:42.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just updated the links to the best I could at the moment, and switched back to old URL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimonal sucks. I don't like self promotion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/rpuppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 520px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/rpuppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-8151190410726945050?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/8151190410726945050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=8151190410726945050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8151190410726945050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8151190410726945050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-updated-links-to-best-i-could-at.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1504781663085727458</id><published>2009-07-14T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T00:25:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M PUTTING THIS DOWN BEFORE I FORGET ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd part of swimming test, all full physical actions. Wah scary sia starting. Thought I'd never make it towing my casualty in under 3min 15 sec. But tester stopwatch guailan reset the last few data, so me and 2 others passed that round thanks to him estimating our time of arrival. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest was chickenfeet after that, more towing, but with a more manageable timing. Bloody hell left leg cramped up while towing the unconscious victim. But I still one leg baikar do the landing of victim. Jurong Aquatic Centre water too cold ah the sheltered one, zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when tester test see how our swimming strokes also cramp one more time. The improvised test part crap around sia. Tell me be weak swimmer in middle of pool. Also not sure what to do so just struggled there when ready. But later ask us save weak swimmer, then I see one row of 5 people struggling in water wtf? Next time must go check diffferences between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on land also cramp one more time zz. This time's questionnaire harder sia, but since I just have to answer 6 questions correct to pass, I just smoked my way out of some. At least some I still knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tester seems to be in better mood, still joke joke with us, make fun my yawnings, bully the guy who go crap that the Royal Life Saving Society is in the Singapore Sports Council (Which apparently no more liao) and making things worse, he still quickly go find out after the test. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the ending. Tester tell us to clear and run off in 5 sec, away from his face. So he shout go, Boon Chiong gave a loud WAHHHHHHH! Oh man I love the highness. Especially when you thought you could fail it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I've got the Bronze Medallion(BM), it seems that I'm qualified to be a lifeguard. Provided I'm of the appropriate age, of course. &lt;br /&gt;Should I continue AM? See the rest how leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Term 3 sucks. Late off from school, so much work and tests, wah can die sia haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/3091/1197572152858qo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 535px; height: 2666px;" src="http://img296.imageshack.us/img296/3091/1197572152858qo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1504781663085727458?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1504781663085727458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1504781663085727458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1504781663085727458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1504781663085727458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-putting-this-down-before-i-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7414198445336556533</id><published>2009-07-04T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:33:10.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, a week into term 3 already. I still have leftover work, our tables got separated, hysics lessons with Mr Sreenivasan is weird, and he doesn't like people bowing to him so I don't know how to greet him. Let's just avoid him, easier on the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mainly I'm here posting because I saw a medium sized squirrel in my old old primary school compound! It's just scampering at the basketball court. Full length maybe 1 and a half of my hands. I like its large bushy tail. :) Makes people wanna go up and just touch it or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the same day, I got bad luck, as I tried vaulting over the green fences like I usually now and then. But I didn't realise my tight pants today would affect my jump, and I came crashing down on the other size. Ow. So now I have blue blacks on my knees and internal lacerations in my left toe and thumb. Hard to now put stress on the legs, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Don't jump around with tight/small pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notenote to self: Need more baggy pants. probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Wednesday I did the theory test for BM, I think. I never bothered remembering what's the ranking name for the one after Lifesaving 3. Oh man, I think I kinda screwed up some parts, even though I passed in the end. We did CPR and EAR on the dummies, and was asked random life saving questions to each of us. CPR and EAR, I forgot to count the number of cycles I had done, so I was sorta relying on my other partner to count, and making guesswork myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how the dummy works. Tilt up the chin to open airway, and it feels like it didn't move at all, totally different from training. And blow into victim's mouth, also dunno correct or not, course sometimes the dummy makes sounds (As if there's too much air inside) Or the chest just rises. So I just took my chances and gave more blows that does not involve the dummy farting, and having more chest rises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I was asked a question (Whether you should call for ambulance after you placed victim in a recovering position) I told him no need, since I would have called earlier before I did rescue work on the victim. I think he didn't catch what I meant, so he told me to make a hypothetical call. So I said out the victim's sex, approx. age, current condition, location, and because I didn't know the street name, (I was too adamant to make up one) I just said what nearby major landmarks leads to here. kena scolding lor, say want to slap me, ask me run down and ask, coming back with the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tester also damn guailan one, you give wrong answer, he can spam vulgar on you sia. "You blur cock", "I slap you to the other side ar", etc.. But even if we are training to save the lives of others, no need scold until like that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, he gave each of us 6 questions, and to tell him the answer in 3 mins when he comes to us. My list happened to be easier ones, but since I hadn't prepared for this, I panicked a little. So I spent my time making nice somkescreens to use. And in the end, I got all six correct! (You need 4/6 to pass.) Too bao leng liao. He did praised me, although I don't think I really deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, next week still got part 2: Teh swimming test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/1319/immacharginmalaysiadl0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 750px; height: 600px;" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/1319/immacharginmalaysiadl0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7414198445336556533?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7414198445336556533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7414198445336556533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7414198445336556533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7414198445336556533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-week-into-term-3-already.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-4667207823466826049</id><published>2009-06-14T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:37:50.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched a play called "The Cherry Orchard" yesterday. I must say I don't quite get it, just bits here and there. So a rich family is back from Paris to Russia. Their Cherry Orchard's laden with debts and thus about to be auctioned. The Orchard is special as it was where the family had once lived in when they were young, and so is their forefathers, great grandfather, etc.&lt;br /&gt;The old guards in the Orchard keep reminiscing about the past, the "peasant" in charge of the Orchards wants to tear it down to lease the grounds for villas to earn money, while the rich simply don't care that much, making merry all the time even during this point. Eventually, it's sold, the new owner the peasant. He now gets to do whatever he wants, and the rest now have to move elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;And to note, the scene is set during Gorbachev's major reform of the Russian politics, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got a new phone for herself, and a cheapo mp3 for FM playback. Now she needs a screen protector for her samsung preston. Oh ya, anyone of you got a spare stylus to give us? Maybe something like the one attached dangling to the Viewty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a uncle with his left little toe painted blue on the MRT. GLITTERY BLUE. But not his other toe leh. Funny sia. Think he got mistress outside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fixed the speaker that my bro damaged! Simple reconnecting of wires, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;And I learnt the innards of a toilet bowl. So I guess I know some basic repairs of it?&lt;br /&gt;My old mp3 is wonky now. It can shut down, switch from fm to music playback, lower/increase volume, play/pause, all by itself. Irritating sia. Time to switch liao ba, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/4016/4chaniliekchocolatemilkld4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 780px; HEIGHT: 412px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/4016/4chaniliekchocolatemilkld4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-4667207823466826049?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/4667207823466826049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=4667207823466826049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4667207823466826049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4667207823466826049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/06/watched-play-called-cherry-orchard.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-870337908734552104</id><published>2009-06-08T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:26:03.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo boy. 10th Anniversary's over. We filmed the guy walking in, he didn't trip, we got the parade, the stage, it was a mission success. I knew this was going to be a walk in the park. kinda. I like the free food, and we get to drink fruit punch meant for the table people. Only shot I regretted was the one when band was playing YMCA, and this particular table was dancing along to the words "YMCA" everytime it popped up. Would be awesome to see the screen switch from band to them at that point. But Joe was on the cam then, so...meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cam 2 sucks. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess this is the last time we are needed for anything, I supposed. Can't say I exactly miss killing time in IT3, but it was fun times. And I guess after we leave, there would be two CCAs on the brink of collapsing, eh. Nice record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We have a, uh, atomic bomb right here in our backyard over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Copy that, who's got the solution?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one sir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/1242744510078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 750px; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/1242744510078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-870337908734552104?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/870337908734552104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=870337908734552104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/870337908734552104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/870337908734552104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/06/woo-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1233242685488383907</id><published>2009-06-03T03:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:24:22.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post it 1</title><content type='html'>Just because you feel like it, doesn't mean you have the right to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flood the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;2. Throw toiletries downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;3.Wasting all the Listerine, etc bathing stuff and powder&lt;br /&gt;4. And flooding the room after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scaredy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pulling of wires thing for 10th anniversary, wah, tiring sia. And I don't need Mdm Oen's guai lan, ty vry much. 1 cameraman and 1 wireman? You wait long long la, sure not enough lor.&lt;br /&gt;And my feet still hurts, bzah. where's my emaths ttbk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1233242685488383907?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1233242685488383907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1233242685488383907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1233242685488383907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1233242685488383907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-because-you-feel-like-it-doesnt.html' title='Post it 1'/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-4861563193775599846</id><published>2009-05-28T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:37:25.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learnt how to replace the showerhead today! Now, we do I get paraffin next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's getting crazy again. Bah I don't even know where to start on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting harder to keep track of what homework I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff233/ShiroiAkuma/1d19151ce4fd10_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 627px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff233/ShiroiAkuma/1d19151ce4fd10_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-4861563193775599846?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/4861563193775599846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=4861563193775599846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4861563193775599846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4861563193775599846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/05/learnt-how-to-replace-showerhead-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7339605107301987049</id><published>2009-05-25T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:47:48.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting nerdgasms, lol. Everytime I play a new game and see the all new beefed up graphics, I suddenly realised how lousy my old computer was, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Another 10th anniversary run today. How would toss the coil of wire up from 2nd to 3rd floor? The ground's much more crammed. &lt;br /&gt;Having runny nose and sore throat sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Dad's birthday yesterday. Sorta. I think his actual birthday is on the 20th instead. I think he really likes his new digital camera. He watched Angels and Demons with mum after that.&lt;br /&gt;Really tired from the twentyfour hour competition. But seriously, I think my group cmi sia, but that video. And Joshua's group has video errors. Haiz, looks like this time the elites won the race. I would have liked it more if we underdogs won the prize from right under their noses, hah! Well, at least it was fun hanging out at someone else's house. And I like our makeshift cigarette from paper and leaves, although it did not make it into the final cut of the video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old pic, for those I told to about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/7484/b8de5de9a13590fullok5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 640px; HEIGHT: 512px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/7484/b8de5de9a13590fullok5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7339605107301987049?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7339605107301987049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7339605107301987049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7339605107301987049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7339605107301987049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-getting-nerdgasms-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2005846200221149785</id><published>2009-05-18T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:07:03.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got this computer up and running. This new little baby's a new one, running on Windows 7. Not stable, perhaps, but good enough. Now I know what a pain it can be if you never research your goods properly. With salesmen doing hard sell tactics here and there, it can be a royal pain in the ass. So, now I learnt to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watch the casings! This includes how much space your other stuffs would take up in the casing, and whether is it big enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Power Supply Unit! Always have a clear idea how much power your stuffs need, otherwise if the power supply unit does not provide enough wires for you, you can be in deep shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Warranties! Very important. Never, ever take them out of where they were from, otherwise you may live to regret it when you have no idea which warranty belongs to which product. And since DIY PCs have warranties for individual parts only, doing that can bring you alot of trouble.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tiring sia, Friday's 10th Anniversary rehearsal. Since we were to film the guest of honour moving from the foyer to the porch, we had to figure out how do using a 100m wire. School's wireless system sucks. And so we had some crazy idea of getting the wire down level 3's control room to ground floor, film the GOH walking from foyer down corridor, then when he's nearing the porch, quickly detach the wire and throw it up to lvl 2 for Cam 2 to use. Walao, all the running and pulling of wires tired sia, reached home dozed for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know why Junboon and Kelvin wanted to come see me build com sia. But it's good to learn! So thanks for helping out and using eyepower, and Xinyu for doing lots of the stuff, and being a guide in Sim Lim Square!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like the Zombie Survival Guide. But I think prefer World War Z for being more drama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I see my MYE marks ah, I sian diao ah I tell you. Haiz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And NLB approved my recommendation of The Dresden Files: Turn Coat. Woo! I thought they wouldn't bother viewing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2005846200221149785?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2005846200221149785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2005846200221149785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2005846200221149785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2005846200221149785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-got-this-computer-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-8054873842657450839</id><published>2009-05-14T23:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T01:43:44.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today no pictures, coz i'm currently using my mum's office laptop, and my links are in my spolit com. wait. oh shit, i think i didn't store them in the hard disk! aww man there goes the more recent collections... some of them is really good eh! aahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I backed up my music in my hard disk, mp3s and online, along with some of my parent's and brother's data. You can never be too careful with your data this days. That sounds wrong. Ah heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a power supply unit that has a spolit fan, and my friend thinks my video card is spolit too. So now I think I'm better off getting a new one than repairing the parts themselves; more cost-effective anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my weekdays reading more newspapers, getting more naps and revising abit more for physics and physical geog. And reading The Zombie Survival Guide. Awesome read. But World War Z has more drama. The Guide is, literally, a guide. And all you machinegun lovers, screw you! I'll let you all read on Monday if you are interested, since I'm bringing it for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 4 days off facebook gives me 99 notifications? Siao ah you all so much activities. But nice for 4D :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pick up mum from airport today, then talked and had lunch at Breek's,whatever that is. Nice western food. I liked being pushed on the trolley around the airport, and pushing mum too! T3's Ya Kun not as nice as Far East Plaza's one. Not hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;Dapowed some Popeye's chicken home for dinner. It's now 1 plus, 5 hours after dinner and i still feel sorta full, and had pooped a second time in one day. At least I have a hard tummy for once. You touch it and its... hard. Damn and I look like man pregnancy or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see why people like laptops now. It's light, portable, doesn't take up much space, and provides decent computing power. Now if only my little pinky stops hitting the Caps Lock button nowand then. And the Brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now staring at what parts to get to build this new com. Choosing a processor and motherboard, headache sia.&lt;br /&gt;At least now no exams liao, free ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't rmb what else I wanted to blog. oh well, next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-8054873842657450839?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/8054873842657450839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=8054873842657450839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8054873842657450839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/8054873842657450839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-no-pictures-coz-im-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1776350413309689624</id><published>2009-05-08T16:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:24:54.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah, go take my uniform to change into this morning end up see headline "Mas Selamat is captured". Awesomeness. Was surprised seeing that ah. And I think the rest of Singapore also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chem test can die lah, since I suck at chem. But emaths leh, lao, made careless mistakes that shouldn't be done ah! sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XP Tongkat Ali Supreme no longer allowed in Singapore liao! lol, no more super viagra for those horny ppl liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These runners damn one kind sia. First threw black paint at neighbour's door there, then blue, green and now red. Eh, I know blue pruss green pruss gib me black, but must show liddat meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.as.com/recorte/20090415dasdasftb_65/LCO/Ies/Vuelta_cuartos_final_Liga_Campeones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 489px; HEIGHT: 663px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.as.com/recorte/20090415dasdasftb_65/LCO/Ies/Vuelta_cuartos_final_Liga_Campeones.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1776350413309689624?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1776350413309689624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1776350413309689624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1776350413309689624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1776350413309689624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/05/wah-go-take-my-uniform-to-change-into.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6317090929838558339</id><published>2009-05-07T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:10:28.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling crappy does not grant you the right to throw a big tantrum, get all crazy, start pouring soap suds all over the toilet and damaging a pail in the process, poke holes in the mouse wristrest, spraying its contents all about you, and being a complete jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amaths sucks. Emaths test can pass bah, rather easy, and the SS and Histories, think can lah. Geog also. As for chem.. gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if a Deadpool is going to be made, that'd be awesome! Just keep his craziness, breaking of the 4th wall, and his sense of reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/2394/funny20motivational20po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 750px; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img291.imageshack.us/img291/2394/funny20motivational20po.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6317090929838558339?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6317090929838558339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6317090929838558339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6317090929838558339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6317090929838558339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-crappy-does-not-grant-you-right.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5096756715471007197</id><published>2009-05-03T03:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:16:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Neighbours got hounded by loansharks recently. Since as guarantor, they would be hounded when the one who borrowed ran. In this case, one of their friend. So far they threw smelly eggs, scrawed their address on walls, and poured paint. They ran for now, the family, but they will be back, they know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Saw one of them teens doing it today. Didn't do anything. I'm mad, not that the neighbour had borrowed money, but because I hadn't the balls to go do anything about it. He's right there, a orange-tee teen, (no older than me?) with orange hairdo. And I didn't bother to retaliate. I'm mad at myself, and next time, if I see them, I would seriously think of chasing them away. But through peaceful methods first, perhaps. Plain brute force will never break the endless cycles of revenge. But would I be gentlemanly enough to do that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and chinese exam, think can ah. But the MYEs suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a chinese musical on Labour Day at the Central Library. They only opened the top few and basement levels only though. Lee Kong Chian Reference Library is closed, all dark. Would have been interesting to be there. The lift would only get you up to level 5, and after the musical ended, only level 1. Bah. The show's interesting, got sing song, got strong cast, and storyline love and life. Something tells me though, that there's a more underlying message for those who could understand it better...&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, dinner's at the Old (Chee Kee?) Hainanese Chicken Rice shop, just across the street from the Central Library. Dad said it had moved from where it used to be, replaced by education centres. Its old site was only a few streets away. And the site of his old primary school, is now replaced by a hotel. You could see a Shaw Building from the old site. I think it's the one where it currently is a pub, but about to be renovated to become a cinema once again. The chicken rice is nice, better than the hawker ones. The rice is not as dry, chicken's cool and easy to chew, and their dishes are good. Whether this new shop is the same as the old one, I don't know. Names come and go whenever a move takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like spying on others. They attracted me to them with their chatters anyway. At night, it does not take much to be heard. Why there ere still teenagers out on the streets, I don't know. It was going to rain, even if it's going on far away. Cats are prowling about the mosque too. One was up on the trees, while another was trying to climb it. Time passed, and the rain is getting closer; you can't see it, but you can hear the thunder getting louder, closer, the flashes of lightning brighter. Sometimes they get so bright, or close enough, that they illuminate the ground like daylight for that brief second. Marvellous. You could even feel the waves of thunder through the wooden door. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw, finally my wish was granted: It started as a sudden gush of wind. Then, I saw the rain falling across the streets. First time I managed to see rain falling metres away from me. The wind got stronger, the thunder louder, and I know the rain is rushing over to me, and in a blink of an eye, rain is pelting on my windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity it was a night, or was it? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Next time, I want to see my old wish come true: Rain on your left, dryness on your right. Right in the middle of the two. That would be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/1319/immacharginmalaysiadl0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 750px; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img100.imageshack.us/img100/1319/immacharginmalaysiadl0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5096756715471007197?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5096756715471007197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5096756715471007197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5096756715471007197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5096756715471007197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/05/english-and-chinese-exam-think-can-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-3881221341964520638</id><published>2009-04-22T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T01:24:12.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changed the lightbulb myself this time out of courtesy. Tiring holding up those covers and screwing them back sia. So next time I don't think I'd like staying by myself..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's night rain comes with big gusts of wind sia, all the rubbish downstairs fly here fly there, trees also upskirt sia.. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally finished GTA San Andreas, but not in-game 100%, just the storyline mainly...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And now I'm on to playing Portal: Prelude. Oh god, that mod is for super portal players man, much challenging puzzles in the campaign itself. Found myself noclipping my way out of several puzzles...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprised to hear Hollywood Swingin' over one of TVMobile's programme. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dad sorta praised me for changing the lightbulb. What do you call those circular, ceiling lightbulb tubes anyway? Maybe next time I'll give him to do the job now and then, just to keep him busy once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is old pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.tinypic.com/zx6yi8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 750px; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i33.tinypic.com/zx6yi8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-3881221341964520638?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/3881221341964520638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=3881221341964520638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3881221341964520638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/3881221341964520638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/04/changed-lightbulb-myself-this-time-out.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/zx6yi8_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5494571545087552085</id><published>2009-04-13T18:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:11:29.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched a local crosstalk show at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SCO&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, not so bad. I like the two kids doing the crosstalk, the plump boy reminds me of Terry..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I forgot to mention that one of the China dudes in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SCO&lt;/span&gt; that (plays) for them also looks like our CO one of the instructors &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. Male one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;, dun &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rmb&lt;/span&gt; name &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought a Creative Zen at $79! Refurbished one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;, but shouldn't be much of a problem. Guess that's my birthday present then..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IE 8 is good. If not for the fact that it uses more memory than IE7.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oral can ah I think. Ms &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haiza&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;, talk also not so hard ah.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like The Sixth Sense. Movie spoiler alert! (Highlight to view..) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I managed to guess that Bruce Willis was a ghost too before the movie explicitly said it, awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saw a blacked out building on my way home after tuition. Oddly enough, only the public electricity is off, so while the houses still had lights, the corridor lights and the lifts had failed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contractors came over to fumigate the blocks for cockroaches and other insects. Quite a number of dead cockroaches around those fumigated. oo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff288/jinpwnsyou/random/1215591444953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 525px; HEIGHT: 566px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff288/jinpwnsyou/random/1215591444953.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5494571545087552085?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5494571545087552085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5494571545087552085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5494571545087552085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5494571545087552085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/04/watched-local-crosstalk-show-at-sco.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff288/jinpwnsyou/random/th_1215591444953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1341905982218803015</id><published>2009-04-01T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:05:28.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Celebrated maid's birthday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conficker's fun. Chaos looks fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh why can't I rmb wad to blog? Ugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried a Past Life Regression thing. Dunno if what I saw was real or not. No side effects/ contacts with supernatural so far anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Side effects of chinese pills sucks. Sure, lao sai good for detoxifying, but....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lol at april fools all over the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg286/Gnitez/howtoconfusezb5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg286/Gnitez/howtoconfusezb5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1341905982218803015?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1341905982218803015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1341905982218803015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1341905982218803015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1341905982218803015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/04/celebrated-maids-birthday-confickers.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7826014593688635367</id><published>2009-03-18T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:45:30.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Went out with friends to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Chinese chess competition @ Jurongville.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how to do work omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Push's a sucky movie compared to Departures.&lt;br /&gt;Misc:&lt;br /&gt;My com's graphics card is ancient liao sian. Can't even play Battlefield Heroes zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killed another cockroach. With shoes worn. Since it's at the entrance where all the shoes are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bro never checks whenever he packs his bag, or rather file. He'd just take all the papers without seeing which is mine or his. So I thought he packed one of my printouts with him, make me had to reprint another copy this morning causing me to be almost late. He did more imba thing this time. He thought my printout I dun need liao so threw it into recycling. Still can nice nice tell me, "There's no room for 2 messy people." Lawls zzz. Waste paper and printer ink sia, urgh. Well, looks like the printout's going back into recycling this time for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/funny-pictures-there-is-a-snowman-killer-afoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 412px" alt="" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/funny-pictures-there-is-a-snowman-killer-afoot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7826014593688635367?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7826014593688635367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7826014593688635367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7826014593688635367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7826014593688635367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-went-out-with-friends-to-orchard.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-900606961012810500</id><published>2009-03-09T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:04:04.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally completed the Circling of the Airfield Flight Mission in GTA! Damn it's a pain in the ass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I got Joe to play Kongregate! :glee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Created a batch file for timed shutting down. I only hope it works. &lt;/s&gt;Switched to using a program now. At least it seems to work. Much better than using Windows Schedulede task anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exam results are so-so..... can get higher one lor! Sian. What's done's done.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum seems to be willing to let me build a computer. But if I'm building, I think I'd do it when Windows 7 comes out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Library is slow in getting Halo: Cole Protocol. Ah, always slow. Do they lack that much funding?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/fail-owned-baby-needs-alphabetizing-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/fail-owned-baby-needs-alphabetizing-fail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-900606961012810500?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/900606961012810500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=900606961012810500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/900606961012810500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/900606961012810500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-completed-circling-of-airfield.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2694867585563896334</id><published>2009-02-24T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:37:06.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mum seems to like watching D.Gray-man seh... power sia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Note to self: Read Resistance comics and novel one day! And Mass Effect's when it's out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Pianist's a really great movie, if Ms Cheong plans to show any video on German atrocities, I think it would work, even if it isn't very gory. We don't need gore all the time, do we?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally killed this particular cockroach. Fast bastard, that one. Or bitch. Only killed it two hours after I first spotted it. Died from 1 newspaper whack and dictionary artillery special attack. Whacked more for good measure. If more cockroaches evolve into fast moving critters its going to be a real pain in the ass in the future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Million Dollar Baby is also nice to watch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OMG. I just learnt that my toothbrush that I've been using for several months to brush my teeth was used by grandmother to brush the hair away in her comb, which explains the hair stuck in the toothbrush. And I used it to brush my teeth! Oh damn the horror...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And mum also watches Shakukan No Shana seh lololololol!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casino Royale pruss 1.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Must learn to swim fast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.engrish.com/wp-content/uploads//2008/11/fat-kok.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 583px" alt="" src="http://www.engrish.com/wp-content/uploads//2008/11/fat-kok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2694867585563896334?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2694867585563896334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2694867585563896334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2694867585563896334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2694867585563896334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/02/mum-seems-to-like-watching-d.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-4170165532011391232</id><published>2009-02-09T21:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:24:23.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;More &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mosquitos&lt;/span&gt; found. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;? They just keep coming! How many of them must die for this house to be rid of them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to do something about these cramps in the water, can really cost me my time and life for several times already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell down during PE. Damn. Crappiest injury ever. Think about 2 weeks to be done? Aw. But the Red Cross people sure are caring to the sick and injured, came by to tell me what to do, what not to, I don't know if it's part of their job, but whatever it is, it makes the patient feel fuzzy and warm deep down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep forgetting something. What?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still on San Andreas. 100%'s not going to be easy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I haven't been reading blogs for several months &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;liao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took a screw from the fallen mirror in the male toilet to screw my house's toilet door frame instead. Think it fits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today's moon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beri&lt;/span&gt; bright, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beri&lt;/span&gt; shiny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt; eyes were stung! And can see moon texture well..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chameleon outside the corridors today. Just nudged the little bugger about before geog. After geog, it was more aggressive, although it didn't try to fight. Tried moving it onto my file and drop it back to ground level where it belongs, but it scampers around too much. Gave up in the end. It disappeared after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CME&lt;/span&gt; period..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fire drill today. The grass is nice to lie on, surprisingly, despite the hot sun. I find the sun warm anyway from the start. With a stick of dried grass in my mouth, all we lack is a straw hat and farmer clothings...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Received a notice from HDB Council about the small altar outside the house being a hazard to people downstairs. Lolwut. Moved it down a little anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally hit the limits of my mp3. Damn, just when I had more stuffs to dump. Guess 2gb's not enough huh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/9324/1226834792928bm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 525px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 750px" alt="" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/9324/1226834792928bm7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SHVpbGluZyBpcyBub&lt;/span&gt;3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cgc&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lzdGVyIGxvbC&lt;/span&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gYXdrd&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;FyZCBzaWEuIEknbGwgZ&lt;/span&gt;2V0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IHVzZWQgdG&lt;/span&gt;8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gaXQuIExvbmcgdGltZSBzaW&lt;/span&gt;5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jZSBJIHBsYXllZCBmYW&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pbHkgYW&lt;/span&gt;55d2F5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LiBTb&lt;/span&gt;3J0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;4=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-4170165532011391232?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/4170165532011391232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=4170165532011391232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4170165532011391232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4170165532011391232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-mosquitos-found.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2983598309594006593</id><published>2009-02-02T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:02:57.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snipped off a piece of leaf with a caterpillar on it. When it feels threatened, that green caterpillar spotted two bright red feelers from within itself. Dang. Don't think it's poisonous, the animal kingdom uses bright colours to scare enemies into thinking it does. Snipped the leaf and let it fall downstairs anyway.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played with bro and got myself internal bleeding of my left eyeball, most probably. Now it has a red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cresent&lt;/span&gt; of sorts in it. It's fading, I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sick on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;CNY&lt;/span&gt; day 2. Throat infection again like last year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lawls&lt;/span&gt;. Fever one day and I got better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Superteen&lt;/span&gt; workshop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yusheng&lt;/span&gt; with aunts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Killacular&lt;/span&gt;! 5 mosquito kills in a day. 3 escaped. THEY WILL FUCKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cocoon&lt;/span&gt; spotted growing on one of the plants at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And that's all of point forms of the days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i434.photobucket.com/albums/qq65/Diaruga2/NoPork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://i434.photobucket.com/albums/qq65/Diaruga2/NoPork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2983598309594006593?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2983598309594006593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2983598309594006593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2983598309594006593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2983598309594006593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/02/cny-sick-on-cny-day-2.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2826503757645694855</id><published>2009-01-23T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:31:06.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Learning Journey was quite fun what. Given the fact that I don't really like museums and I rarely go into one. The National Museum is much more interactive than I had expected (not comparing with oversea ones) and makes for a rather interesting way to learn about Singapore. Even saw a sewing machine and a antique camera exactly the same as the ones in my home! &lt;br /&gt;The Arts section struck me as obtuse. They say its art, but I don't what the art tries to express. Perhaps we should spend more time observing and thinking than rushing along? Still, a few pieces are rather interesting.&lt;br /&gt;And The (History?) Gallery was nice, walking about with a device to learn. But all the listening of every place can time alot of time, and thus me, weijie and Joshua didn't realise it was time to go until someone called weijie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming after the learning journey was just warm ups. Since people complained about cramps here and there that day, we didn't do towing and learnt CPR. The instructor ended up from teaching CPR to talking about his experiences saving people, so changed to next week. Won't be there though cause got Superteens. Until 9pm wtfffffffff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared half a tub of ice-cream with my brother after dinner as the fridge needs to be cleared to prepare for Chinese New Year. Lol, this's the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/conga1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 707px; height: 767px;" src="http://www.explosm.net/db/files/Comics/Rob/conga1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2826503757645694855?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2826503757645694855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2826503757645694855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2826503757645694855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2826503757645694855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/01/learning-journey-was-quite-fun-what.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-1278346272881660551</id><published>2009-01-20T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:20:22.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha, long time nvr update sio. Thought I'd update only when I've finally completed all my holiday homework. Well, now I did! Sort of. Chem holiday wkst I haven't started only lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's been (three weeks?) since my last update, I'd just put a list of point form of events I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trimmed hair can stand when i r bathing looooool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entered a female toilet by accident once while going to tuition. The toilets weren't properly labeled, and usually when I turn left is male toilet, so this time I did the same too. I should have realised when I didn't see any urinals. Still I looked for a cubicle, and right when I entered, a female came out of the toilet. I stopped and did a double-take. Being semi-rational, I didn't quite mind (I still thought I was in a male toilet) and let her be. After shitting, I came of the toilet, saw the sign, then finally realised that I was the intruder, not her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition teacher doesn't like me late. GARRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new room that me and my brother share, I'm getting used to it. But not so easy to lai chuang yet, and my feet is cold these few days whenever I wake up. Mosquitoes lurk about the room though. THEY WILL PAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got B3 for 'O' Level Chinese. Oh well, at least I don't have to retest. And on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got A with a score of 343/400 for the HSK Intermediate Level test! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t.b.c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/9324/1226834792928bm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 750px;" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/9324/1226834792928bm7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-1278346272881660551?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/1278346272881660551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=1278346272881660551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1278346272881660551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/1278346272881660551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-long-time-nvr-update-sio.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-6791403048220130866</id><published>2009-01-02T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:06:35.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CIP at Orchard was yay-high. Standing about Takashimaya Tower B, telling the competitors not to lean and seat against the walls and pillars isn't always a fun job. And without being able to sit, it's tiring for the day. Leon and Renon siao siao one, like I got that funny sia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i434.photobucket.com/albums/qq65/Diaruga2/AcidFood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://i434.photobucket.com/albums/qq65/Diaruga2/AcidFood.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-6791403048220130866?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/6791403048220130866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=6791403048220130866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6791403048220130866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/6791403048220130866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2009/01/cip-at-orchard-was-yay-high.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-4592009276740388082</id><published>2008-12-28T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:48:40.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had liquor-filled chocolates. Real liquorly. It's like xiao long baos, outside chocolate, inside just the liquor. Damn powderful stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a car parked illegally along the road, the family planting something in the dead of the night, workers working on the fence of the mosque, and 2 cats chasing each other all the way into the mosque itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heavy sun shower in the day lets you see all the falling raindrops in one go, and makes the distance all grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the army is having mortar exercises again. why don't you ever get to see the mortar flares now? Last time me and my dad could still see flares slowly flying up into the night sky, then dissappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/6/pyzambballfail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 336px;" src="http://static.pyzam.com/img/funnypics/6/pyzambballfail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-4592009276740388082?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/4592009276740388082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=4592009276740388082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4592009276740388082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/4592009276740388082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2008/12/had-liquor-filled-chocolates.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-2411629540338711189</id><published>2008-12-26T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:07:44.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aww man, today's a crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mum wanted to go JB, visit the new CIQ Complex, and buy some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Woodlands, take bus to custom checkpoint. &lt;br /&gt;Now here's the fun part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked till the check-in there right, then I found out my passport expire. So I can't go anywhere. Ahahaha! Mum thought mine hadn't expire, so didn't bother renewing it. So, since I can't go over, we discussed and they went off themselves. During this time, an officer came to escort me to their counter, see if they could do anything. (But for an expired passport, basically nothing. Can't renew on spot ar.) So they went through their procedures, then let me go home. Interestingly, their counter is set between the arrival and departure halls, well placed. And you have more people having issues arriving then departing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I can't go JB, I went for the maths tuition myself. Took 160 to Jurong East. The trip took kinda long, from 2.30pm to about 3.15pm. So didn't get to do my plans to walk back home from Jurong East or take 98 to tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t216/Pasis_89/watergun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 512px;" src="http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t216/Pasis_89/watergun.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-2411629540338711189?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/2411629540338711189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=2411629540338711189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2411629540338711189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/2411629540338711189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2008/12/aww-man-todays-crazy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-7952434438732497783</id><published>2008-12-23T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:11:06.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Switched an old socket for a new one today. Pain in the ass to do so, to different years of sockets, with differing screws and pins. And the clips used to hold the fuse is different in type, though they clip n the same manner. In the end, opted for a haphazard placement of the fuse. So long as it does not disconnect from the clips, it should be fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, all the manual labour makes my fingers feel raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't done my work. Really asking for it huh. dum dum dum dum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make an exception for this post's picture. Big makes it so much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/7629/epicteamrocketje8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1000px; height: 4980px;" src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/7629/epicteamrocketje8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-7952434438732497783?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/7952434438732497783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=7952434438732497783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7952434438732497783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/7952434438732497783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2008/12/switched-old-socket-for-new-one-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9067107762095725753.post-5302577763879215306</id><published>2008-12-23T03:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T03:55:23.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never been using much of the computer these few days since my computer's cooling fan haywired, causing overheating and the system to shut down should I use it for too long. Changed the whole heatsink and fan at Sim Lim for a Scythe Ninja Shuriken chipset cooler. Much quieter than the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somerset to Dhoby Ghaut is only a short walk wtf? I was expecting something much lengthy and interesting... And PCBunk moved to Dhoby Exchange ar? o.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've finished painting 2 rooms and the entrance area in... 3-4 days bah. Wasn't always fun and games, and can be tiring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went Ikea to buy some furniture. Alexandra Ikea rather big, but don't like their cold aircon. And basically shames your room to make you buy moar.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at a nearby kopitham. Don't like their XO beehoon, not XO-ey enough. The deer meat taste nice wad. Assuming they are serving authentic deer meat.&lt;br /&gt;Got a nearby shop, sell ang ku kueh, many pattern one, gt standard, salty, durian etc.. I don't like to eat ang ku kueh, but I like their durian and salty flavour one. Too bad they ran out of standard to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Queenways Shopping Centre to buy a jacket/sweater for bro. Like as if weather in SG beri cold. But he likes to stretch his mom's one like rubber bad, so boh pian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIY-ing your Ikea furnitures hor, like playing with super-lego. See a vague picture, then you follow and do. And while it looks nice, you soon realise when you building it up that most likely it won't last long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RI has no DnT and Home Econs leh, looks like. Ask them got DnT, the boy say, "Oh, you join our infocomm club, got robotics!" Ask home econ, they say, "Geography we gt learn economics." Lol at our 1337s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended cousin's solemnisation at the restaurant in Yishun. Meeting the opposite family that I hadn't seen before is different. And the whole procedure seems awkward, as the man guides the couple to do and say what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new wooden chairs we bought from our local furniture shop looks like it has worms in them. Already I killed 6, and there better be no more. Don't think it's termite larvaes ah. The worms funny one, wriggle like catapillars, and yet can jump one eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc132/xortana/spermtest8ks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 525px; height: 558px;" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc132/xortana/spermtest8ks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9067107762095725753-5302577763879215306?l=flickerofahand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/feeds/5302577763879215306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9067107762095725753&amp;postID=5302577763879215306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5302577763879215306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9067107762095725753/posts/default/5302577763879215306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flickerofahand.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-been-using-much-of-computer-these.html' title=''/><author><name>lousydude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453930167858757209</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i212.photobucket.com/albums/cc159/2nyrx/spartanprofileio5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
