<?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-4845698715067819853</id><updated>2011-11-16T22:19:46.876+08:00</updated><category term='2-min blogging'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>Ironico</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3940783133918690735</id><published>2011-07-26T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:13:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifted my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://medeostrike.wordpress.com/"&gt;New blog at Wordpress &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna try out Wordpress...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3940783133918690735?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3940783133918690735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3940783133918690735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3940783133918690735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3940783133918690735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2011/07/shifted-my-blog.html' title='Shifted my blog'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-254072571207713618</id><published>2011-05-11T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T22:01:04.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons...</title><content type='html'>you can either throw it aside and let it rot, or you can catch it and make some nice lemonade. The latter may be a tedious process for some, but the effort will sure be worthwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I need my instruction manual to make the lemonade... can't find it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well,  it's never going to be easy to comprehend the things that surround my life right now. What should I do next? What is the best path for me to take? My future feels so uncertain, my present feels so vulnerable, and my past was mostly sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still finding an Answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-254072571207713618?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/254072571207713618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=254072571207713618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/254072571207713618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/254072571207713618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons...'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6234497977454632633</id><published>2011-04-29T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:38:29.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a belated celebration</title><content type='html'>Better late than never, yet better than expected!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never thought I would be celebrating my belated birthday in this manner! Thought it would be just a meal, movie and kite-flying (the latter 2 which never happened) Thanks a lot to Clement, Derrel and Ben! I never expected the gift from you guys! I really liked it a lot, and I hope it's not too expensive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without you guys, camp life would never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot, S3 buddies : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6234497977454632633?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6234497977454632633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6234497977454632633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6234497977454632633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6234497977454632633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2011/04/belated-celebration.html' title='a belated celebration'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-345177665982055151</id><published>2011-04-17T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:13:13.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycJdUMK1WXw/TcFr9GVKERI/AAAAAAAAAtA/crvXpzDP6ZE/s1600/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycJdUMK1WXw/TcFr9GVKERI/AAAAAAAAAtA/crvXpzDP6ZE/s200/IMG_0165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602878108841152786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rP9xfugxRU/TcFr8ir6uCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_J6-NAPKbjI/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4rP9xfugxRU/TcFr8ir6uCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_J6-NAPKbjI/s200/IMG_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602878099272939554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_soxZPO41Q/TcFr8JJzPKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zxYlh1mhUt4/s1600/IMG_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S_soxZPO41Q/TcFr8JJzPKI/AAAAAAAAAsw/zxYlh1mhUt4/s200/IMG_0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602878092418956450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOb981YnUNw/TcFr9osA40I/AAAAAAAAAtI/cnLJBiGmrQY/s1600/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOb981YnUNw/TcFr9osA40I/AAAAAAAAAtI/cnLJBiGmrQY/s200/IMG_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602878118063825730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a happy birthday to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is flooded with Facebook wishes and SMS wishes, so a big thanks to everyone who took the effort and time to do so! I am very grateful of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated my birthday in a rather unique way by having breakfast with my family and SW at Cedele. Had some simple sandwich and soup. Compared to Cafe Epicurious, Cedele has a much larger serving for about the same price, so you could say that it's worth it. The quality of food is comparable between the two restaurants, but uniqueness wise, I would say Cafe Epicurious has a edge over Cedele. Still it was still a tasty breakfast:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for some shopping and surprisingly I saw Shuhui at NTUC Finest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went out with SW to celebrate my birthday! We went to my favourite karaoke spot, Teo Heng at NTU (not my favourite outlet though, Katong still owns) and had a short singing session! We belted out a plethora of English and Chinese songs, and some duets too! It was great fun with just the two of us singing! We should sing more often :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for dinner at a surprise venue... and it turned out to be at Pepperoni at Bt Timah! The moment I stepped into the restaurant, I was amazed at the vibrant and retro setting, makes me feel very nostalgic and cozy. We got a mocktail for starters, a  pizza and angel hair pasta as our mains, and a small cake with ice cream on top! The food was great, though it was a little expensive, but everything was worth it! At the end of the wonderful dinner, she presented me with a gift that I've longed for - a bag from the online shop that I've eyed for quite a while! Thanks SW :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a rather memorable birthday celebration I had, especially when I could celebrate it with my loved ones : D thank you to everyone who made this day possible as it has been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-345177665982055151?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/345177665982055151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=345177665982055151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/345177665982055151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/345177665982055151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY to myself'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ycJdUMK1WXw/TcFr9GVKERI/AAAAAAAAAtA/crvXpzDP6ZE/s72-c/IMG_0165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-2955550744015338041</id><published>2011-03-16T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T12:00:01.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just some thoughts...</title><content type='html'>I thought life could get better when people were starting to leave The Place one by one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;所谓，一波未平，一波又起。&lt;i&gt;when one problem hasn't been solved, another one is created.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know well enough that I can't change anything or get rid of the Malice, so I can only wait for time to pass until He leaves the Place. At the same time, I have to inculcate the right ideas to the incoming people, lest they fall to the Dark Side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do that, there are a few things I have to work on about myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have to brush up on my work knowledge so that I will have the confidence to teach the right things to the incoming people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I have to watch my words and understand their background so that I will not unconsciously offend them. I must not end up like a particular one person who has very much lost the respect of many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I have to be more efficient in my work so that the criticism hurled by the detractors will be proven otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things I have to do. Can I do it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-2955550744015338041?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/2955550744015338041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=2955550744015338041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2955550744015338041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2955550744015338041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2011/03/just-some-thoughts.html' title='just some thoughts...'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7462962010045818537</id><published>2011-02-06T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:29:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just met your...</title><content type='html'>I met so many people today at IMM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This indian man looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(I didn't want to meet him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(I sort of knew he's gonna talk to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He REALLY talked to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"SARAVADEHH?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(WTF?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; "I don't know." (shakes my head in the indian manner when they disagree with something)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian man walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;(WHY THE HELL DO I LOOK LIKE I KNOW HOW TO SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met my neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I met my JC teachers too. The female Maths teacher didn't really feel like acknowledging me, but the Econs teacher did (must be cos I got a B for Maths and A for Econs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's all for meeting. I don't want to see anymore people I know on the streets anymore. Tired man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7462962010045818537?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7462962010045818537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7462962010045818537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7462962010045818537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7462962010045818537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-met-your.html' title='I just met your...'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5632567631090271857</id><published>2011-01-28T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:37:52.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorting out</title><content type='html'>My mind is cluttered! Filled up with so many plans and uncertainties... It's not easy to figure out what I really want and what's next in my life. "Feeling blur" may not be a good excuse after all.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to sort out my mind and list down my priorities. Only way that allows me to calm down and think properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5632567631090271857?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5632567631090271857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5632567631090271857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5632567631090271857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5632567631090271857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorting-out.html' title='Sorting out'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6687835501016826877</id><published>2011-01-24T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:55:01.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sophomore struggle</title><content type='html'>Unit life is a true test of one's character, not BMT or vocation training school.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may argue that BMT is rigorous and brings out the true character of a person because he has been through tough times. But BMT is only at least 9 weeks long. The majority of a soldier's life is spent in his unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my unit, life is not always sunny. In fact, in 365 days, it rains for 351 days (do your math and you'll know why). Umbrellas are never enough, because rain falls from above so heavily, you don't even have time to take them out. To make matters worse, we have mates who fall sick not because of the rain, but because their minds tell them to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To err is human, but over here, mistakes can be fatal. One simple mistake can cause big problems to others. Already strained relationships also become worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a person who imposes a lot of guilt upon myself whenever I commit something wrong, so if you come up into my face and f**k me, then so be it, I'll just take it, apologise, then KTHXBYE. Cos I know how to scold myself, I don't need anyone to do it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my point is that I've gained a lot about how life is like through unit life, and I had to learn it the hard way 90% of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6687835501016826877?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6687835501016826877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6687835501016826877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6687835501016826877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6687835501016826877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2011/01/sophomore-struggle.html' title='the sophomore struggle'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-162492861721369922</id><published>2010-12-30T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T22:11:45.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Damn sian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do girls always say and mean the opposite of what they say? Is it due to some profound reverse psychology that they are attuned to, to make them act this way? Why do they always pretend nothing is going on when bad things are already happening? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY ARE HUMANS SO COMPLEX?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn. Freak, can't believe I'm busting my brains out on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I hope that I am a really patient guy and can tolerate most kinds of problems. I really hope it's not my fault because I tried to do some making up. Apparently it didn't work. Sighs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I can't change how the opposite sex behaves, so I can only change the way I react to the situation that they &lt;b&gt;create. &lt;/b&gt;Notice that such situations are not &lt;b&gt;natural phenomenons, &lt;/b&gt;it can be averted or even prevented in the first place. I've tried different methods such as being a listener, being the follower, being the nice guy who gives in. But it seems that sometimes it just doesn't work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone please help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-162492861721369922?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/162492861721369922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=162492861721369922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/162492861721369922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/162492861721369922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/12/help.html' title='help'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3272333843201185997</id><published>2010-07-01T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:55:40.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a big update</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I had the chance to sit down and relax, while thinking of what to blog about. Probably should update what I have been doing from April till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after graduating from BMT, I was posted to MP and had my 9 week Basic course. Considering what happened during my "bleak" BMT (as described by CO BMTC...), being able to become a MP is a very lucky thing for me. It was really one of the best experiences in NS, with all the new friends I met and the new environment I'm exposed to. The knowledge and skills I have gained during the course was invaluable. On one hand, we get to learn basic policing work and also military law, so it was rather interesting. The stories about MP life being told was also very insightful, something we would not hear in other units.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As MPs, our duties can be very diverse. After passing out from Basic, I was posted to Gombak to do security work. What I can say at this moment is rather limited, because I haven't really started on the actual work. But I can only say that my luck hasn't run out, and I get to do less strenuous duties compared to my other batchmates who are in different platoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I realised that I've been in the SAF for four months, and from a recruit to a private, I'm starting to learn how this organisation works, and the culture. Despite not being able to get into command school because of certain circumstances, my posting allowed me to deal with real-time situations, allowing me to exercise my knowledge more than other men in other units (because of their inclination to combat environments). Therefore I feel that I am able to benefit more than my peers at the end of 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3272333843201185997?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3272333843201185997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3272333843201185997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3272333843201185997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3272333843201185997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-update.html' title='a big update'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7027261856223101506</id><published>2010-04-18T18:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:45:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19th</title><content type='html'>It's my 19th birthday already! Quite fast, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated it first with SW (kiddo balloon and surprise rocked :D). We went to this really nice Jap restaurant called Sun with Moon at Central. They serve brilliant and authentic Jap food and they have this famous dessert known as the Tofu Cheesecake. Weird combo, but it's really tasty! Best cheesecake ever! Everyone should go there and try it. There's also another great dessert called Hokkaido Chocolate Crepe; can really taste the layers of crepe very well, great texture and flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/S8rgmfjG2hI/AAAAAAAAAlk/stebUAQqnIk/s1600/IMG_2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/S8rgmfjG2hI/AAAAAAAAAlk/stebUAQqnIk/s200/IMG_2444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461424450048547346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/S8rht7VE5XI/AAAAAAAAAls/7Bpz5eEyGcw/s1600/IMG_2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/S8rht7VE5XI/AAAAAAAAAls/7Bpz5eEyGcw/s200/IMG_2443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461425677276603762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to meet up with 08S18 at Fish n Co at Park Mall. Never expected the atmosphere to be so lively over there;  there's a live band playing, and quite a lot of other people celebrating their birthdays as well. By the restaurant's tradition, I was made to stand up on a chair while everyone in the restaurant sings the birthday song for me. LOL always seen other people do it, but now I get to be the lucky one. It was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hung around the area and took the Circle Line to Esplanade to take some shots before going back home. I went back and celebrated with my family, and had yet another cake. The cake is really expensive (from Canele) but it's worth every dollar. It's a chocolate cake with 5 layers of well...chocolate. It has a very crunchy layer in the middle which makes it special I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, I had 4 cakes today, and it was very filling for me! Thanks everyone for celebrating my birthday for me, I really appreciated it:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7027261856223101506?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7027261856223101506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7027261856223101506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7027261856223101506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7027261856223101506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/04/19th.html' title='19th'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/S8rgmfjG2hI/AAAAAAAAAlk/stebUAQqnIk/s72-c/IMG_2444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-270849510134776378</id><published>2010-04-10T07:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T07:14:17.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP</title><content type='html'>I have finally POP-ed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what's POP, it stands for Passing Out Parade, which signifies the end of my BMT journey, along with other recruits (or should I say to-be privates) in School 3. It's really a damn happy day for me, and definitely more for others as they have marched 24km and then paraded in the Tekong Parade Square in front of so many parents. Too bad I could only participate in the BMTC Roar! But it was still quite fun! The feeling of tossing your jockey cap up high is like a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a good time for me to sum up my thoughts as a Raven recruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all might know, BMT for me isn't such a good experience that I have thought it would be. Physically, I wasn't one of the best. I came in and couldn't do standard push-ups, and I could only do 4 chin-ups, and that number slowly decreased as the days passed. I couldn't pass my IPPT as a result. I couldn't pass my SOC as well because I couldn't clear 3 out of 11 obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally, I am not the strongest and I needed a lot of support from my peers and even my commanders. At times, I really felt like giving up. To make things worse, I had chicken pox in the middle of Field Camp and had to stay home for 2 weeks. I had to miss BTP and SIT test. Even though there was a reshoot for BTP, I missed out on the re-SIT test and that implied that I missed out on my chance of going to command school. It was really unlucky and I felt greatly saddened as I missed out on a chance to lead others, something that I really want to do and have experience in schooling times. At that moment, I really thought my BMT was screwed up because nothing has worked out for me. I was determined to pass out from this course, and I trained hard, working mainly on IPPT. In the end, I passed my chin-ups and I was really damn happy as I dismounted the bar after doing 6 pull ups! It was the best feeling in the world. I still failed my final SOC test, but it doesn't matter. I can still pass out! Hearing my commanders saying that they were very happy for me for passing makes me feel proud because they have put in a lot of faith on me and gave me the required mental support I needed to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the support that my platoon mates, friends, commanders and parents have gave me for the past 9 weeks, I sincerely thank all of you for making my BMT a successful one. I am thankful that I am able to pass out and move on to the next stage of my Army life. Even though I am not able to get into command school, I am hopeful that my posting to a unit will present me chances that will allow me to develop further as a soldier and a man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-270849510134776378?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/270849510134776378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=270849510134776378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/270849510134776378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/270849510134776378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/04/pop.html' title='POP'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3975357783007257353</id><published>2010-02-28T14:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:14:08.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS3</title><content type='html'>I'm going to get my PS3... soon. Haha, can't wait to play FFXIII, FIFA 10, Uncharted 2, Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 etc etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3975357783007257353?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3975357783007257353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3975357783007257353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3975357783007257353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3975357783007257353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/02/ps3.html' title='PS3'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-404589867671039753</id><published>2010-02-13T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:08:43.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven</title><content type='html'>I'm a Raven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough for all my mates cos they have been going through all sorts of training while I get to sit and watch only. It's real boring when your injury recurs. Oh well, better train up for the coming week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-404589867671039753?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/404589867671039753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=404589867671039753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/404589867671039753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/404589867671039753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/02/raven.html' title='Raven'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6775115413342303790</id><published>2010-01-30T07:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:32:59.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad dream</title><content type='html'>I woke up having this really terrible dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a cruise ship with my family, and near port, it was trying to tow survivors on another ship off the port (for whatsoever reason which is unknown to me). Before that, the cruise travelled to two floating buoys to put ropes round them, then it went one round around the buoys at high speed, and I watched one whole string of survivors on wooden rafts being towed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the boat jerked and it started to tilt upwards towards me, and I think it was starting to sink. GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway who would be so retarded to kill themselves this way (tying the ropes round two buoys and trying to move off again)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6775115413342303790?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6775115413342303790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6775115413342303790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6775115413342303790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6775115413342303790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-dream.html' title='bad dream'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5559249500466108366</id><published>2010-01-23T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:05:12.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>realising yourself</title><content type='html'>Have been working for almost 3 weeks now, and I realised how much I have grown in the company despite the short duration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting out as a fledgling character who knew nothing about market research, I had to sort out surveys with my friend, and at times it really felt like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sai gang&lt;/span&gt;. Papercuts, seemingly time stopped in motion, fatigue were common experiences for the newbie like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, our 'talents', or complaints, became obvious to our supervisors, so we got 'promoted to do other work. It became more 'fun' in the sense that we didn't have to get stuck in doing boring admin work all the time. Soon there were more opportunities and we grabbed them. Even though it was tough doing those surveys, the challenge seemed more thrilling than sitting in the office and staring at the lifeless monitors, typing our lives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow there was still a sense of belonging to this seemingly small but close-knitted company. It was probably because of the size of the company, that the stereotype of a hierachical company that I always knew was broken. The boss never minded sweeping and watering the plants himself. He was always joking and talking to his staff. You will feel like doing work still, no matter how tough the previous assignment was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it is just a part-time job and the pay may be meager whenever I mention it to others, people do not realise the overall wealth I have reaped. There are intangible benefits behind the per-hour wage I received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working wasn't as bad as it seemed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to imagine how NS life would be like, and be prepared for it. *gulps*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5559249500466108366?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5559249500466108366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5559249500466108366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5559249500466108366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5559249500466108366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/01/realising-yourself.html' title='realising yourself'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8752365873326831231</id><published>2010-01-12T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:00:02.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What about mine?</title><content type='html'>Some say it's always good to have dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that whilst young, one should always reach for one's goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a more confident person last time, I wouldn't fall prey to my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't react that way when I showed you that I failed my Physics test about 3 years ago, I wouldn't be this weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had given me more assurance and ease, I would not have pressurised myself so much and fell apart, never to recover to my same old self again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was like my eldest brother who is always confident and successful, I could shine and realise my potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was like him, I could have followed in his footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have shown you my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have let you remembered how hard I struggled with myself and my feeble mind twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have dug a hole and jumped into it, and let you bury me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have extinguished my hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You re-emphasised my lingering fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me realise how small I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You magnified all the flaws, and diminished all my strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did not acknowledge my talents; you criticised my wild ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanted to go overseas; you said I should stay here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanted to get a scholarship; you said you can pay for my tuition fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wanted to have a new experience; you said I can do it in the future while staying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said, "This is our plan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, in my heart, "What about mine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8752365873326831231?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8752365873326831231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8752365873326831231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8752365873326831231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8752365873326831231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-about-mine.html' title='What about mine?'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8893109697956453750</id><published>2010-01-10T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:20:03.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautifully imperfect</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was filled with fun and surprises, as of any 4B outing I had! I definitely enjoyed myself throughly, especially with a bunch of fun-loving guys and girls who seem to be oblivious to the world around them (in a good way, and sometimes maybe disruptive too). Probably, that is what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Marina Bay MRT and went to Marina Barrage. It was really packed for a weekend, and the place was rather crowded with picnic-goers and kite-flyers. We fell into the category in between both. Somehow we chose to lay our mats in the middle of the courtyard at the top of the Barrage, because that is where most people fly (and crash) their kites. Everyone started to bring out their food, and it was really sumptuous, especially LR's fried rice. My pasta is not very well done, and of course not well received. I had to chomp away most of the leftovers, and still couldn't finish. Some of them decided to fly my kite, which was not in a very good shape. We had to literally patch it up with Handiplast! Still, it met its demise not too long after, and I guess it's a sign that I have to invest in a more durable kite with proper prior research into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night fell, more people from our class started to arrive, like Abel, Niang, and Jiamin. I guess the best part of the evening was when we did a remake of Electrico's "What Do You See" music. Kahlok started walking in front as the lead singer, then Abel and I ran alongside him to sing with him. With every line of the song, more guys continued to join in our big run down the courtyard and it was great (too bad it wasn't viral enough to make other strangers to run along with us, just as in the video). At least we chased people away when they saw us running down like a horde down the spiral. We rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there were still certain unhappy moments that I've witnessed that certainly marred the event which I shan't mention here. Hopefully we can have more gatherings like these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8893109697956453750?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8893109697956453750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8893109697956453750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8893109697956453750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8893109697956453750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautifully-imperfect.html' title='Beautifully imperfect'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4370967119674983960</id><published>2010-01-02T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:45:31.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RV Big Walk</title><content type='html'>I walked the walk, and talked the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was meaningful in the sense how RV has grown, but with a new principal at helm, things will definitely be different. All I can hope is that RV will continue to be one of the more respectable schools in Singapore with this new leadership. Don't want to comment too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walk was fun especially when you can get to chat with your classmates along the way. When we reached the school, we heard the new principal give a speech and finally caught a glimpse of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After touring the school for a while, my classmates went for lunch at JP and then went to Funan's Mind Cafe for board games. It was really fun fun fun! Haha we played Big Taboo, which was a expanded version of Taboo. There was also Dirty Minds, which was really disadvantageous to people who have dirty minds! Finally we played Jenga and made domino formations with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video for the B is here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300" &gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/232737534287" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/232737534287" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4370967119674983960?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4370967119674983960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4370967119674983960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4370967119674983960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4370967119674983960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2010/01/rv-big-walk.html' title='RV Big Walk'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-9132766525562418053</id><published>2009-12-31T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:00:03.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I blogged, and what a good time to blog about my resolutions for the beautiful new year, 2010. A good time to reflect on my actions and events that happened this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family first, so #1 would be to spend more quality time with them this holidays. All that relentless and crazy studying sessions and CCA took a lot from me and away from them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Health. To take care of myself as much as possible and don't take poor risks in NS. I am so prone to injury as you all know, so much so I can be the next Michael Owen. Also I must be more fit so I won't be prone to injuries... eat healthy and exercise balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behaviour. Must be a better person than before, in terms of actions and speech, and also be more responsible as I am a young adult now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be legit. Meaning I will buy games from now on and not download them from the Internet. L4D2 FTW!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be more hardworking. I am quite lazy for this year (and last year, which is my JC life practically), so I should slog more and slog smart next year and many more years to come! The motivation is probably money I need to spend on clothing, games, music, PS3, iPhone, etc.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold my promises. I had the bad habit of making empty promises, so this time I have to do what I say as far as possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leave procrastination to tomorrow. Yes, I like to drag and waste precious time, so this time I have to let procrastination come later...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Determination of completion. Yes, I always want to do this and that, but I never seem to master one thing. Looks like I'm becoming like Jack... I should be John! Lol.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punctuality. Sense of time could be better next year!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fashionista. I should have a better sense of fashion too in the coming year as I'm going to enter society, so I should enter groomed and nice-looking!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-9132766525562418053?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/9132766525562418053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=9132766525562418053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/9132766525562418053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/9132766525562418053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolution.html' title='Resolution'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3230513094809109093</id><published>2009-12-21T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:05:35.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liang's birthday chalet</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my cousin's 21st birthday chalet! The first thing I realised after returning was that most of the people invited are his family members, and my younger cousin's friends. Quite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ironico&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was very tired upon arrival because I had a soccer game prior to this. Still I managed to play a few Bridge games, and survival Texas Hold 'Em. Lost $2 because I was the first one to get knocked out. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't play as much mahjong as expected, but enjoyed myself thoroughly while watching them play. The company was a lot of fun (going to add them on Facebook later), talking cock while playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the chalet was spent on bowling, eating, and also watching Detroit Metal City. It was one hell of a funny movie, albeit a little vulgar (thus the NC16 rating attached to it). Still, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juveniles&lt;/span&gt; still were able to sneak peek into this manga/anime-turned funny Japanese classic. Satsugai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notable quotes of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"F**k!"&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus Christ"&lt;br /&gt;"No music, no dream"&lt;br /&gt;"Baby bird!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3230513094809109093?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3230513094809109093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3230513094809109093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3230513094809109093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3230513094809109093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/liangs-birthday-chalet.html' title='Liang&apos;s birthday chalet'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3553218253561866201</id><published>2009-12-17T09:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:55:36.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OAC X'mas Party</title><content type='html'>It's an OAC Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a Christian, but I still revel myself in this joyous occasion because I'm celebrating the festive season (early) with my friends. We had much fun in the beginning playing Xbox games, then it was party games! We started with Pass the Parcel, and at one of the rounds I had to sing The National Dream, which I half-heartedly remembered (so much for staying in the school for 2 years). There were also gifts hidden in some of the rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went for tug-of-war at the pool, and before the game started, I already got dunked into the pool, and subsequently pushed down twice. Such is the life of a person who doesn't mind being wet. In the end, my team lost and the guys in front all got tugged into the pool. On the other hand, we have Sean foolishly dunking himself into the pool while sitting on a chair. Reminded me of Angels and Demons and some Japanese game shows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dry up and prepared for Shuwei's early birthday celebration, and started to exchange our gifts. VERY LUCKILY AND FATEFULLY, Shuwei and I got the same gift, a box of spicy chocolates. How apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new injury from yesterday (WOW say Hi to Injury Boy!), busted my heel somehow. Not sure if I hit a nerve or I strained the muscles there, but it justs hurt even by resting my heel on the floor, let alone walk. Got to go see the legendary physician at Lavender again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3553218253561866201?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3553218253561866201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3553218253561866201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3553218253561866201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3553218253561866201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/oac-xmas-party.html' title='OAC X&apos;mas Party'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4890187094753564004</id><published>2009-12-15T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:16:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A weird dream</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was journeying with SW and another random guy to find the legendary tadpole-shaped lake. We didn't know where was it, so we kept walking and asking for directions. While walking, we asked this old man and he pointed us to walk straight towards a beacon. So we followed, and before leaving, I saw this plaque with "Hong Kong Primary School" written on it, affixed with a large picture of the school staff. To my surprise, I saw Mr Ernest Chia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got to the beacon, it rained very heavily, but we still picked up our pace and continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4890187094753564004?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4890187094753564004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4890187094753564004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4890187094753564004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4890187094753564004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/weird-dream.html' title='A weird dream'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4580840193165643365</id><published>2009-12-15T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:53:00.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Left 4 Dead!</title><content type='html'>Just got myself a copy of the game for $54 and I'm quite sure this money is (my parents') money well spent. I never really played L4D before (only once), and I got to say that the game is about shooting zombies down. After watching the video review for the sequel, I really got hooked to the game with its new array of weapons and Infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing and completing the first chapter on Easy mode, I really felt like playing more, but the game is all about shooting zombies, so some form of gore and horror will be present. Being quite a coward (like Courage the dog), I think I shouldn't play this game with low lighting and past 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the AI of the game is very intuitive I realised, because if life gets too smooth, the Infected will stop at nothing to stop my path. So, I had 3 tanks coming at me, 1 after another, and they incapacitated my team slowly and wiped us out. So you're just meant to die, even if you're playing on Easy mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can have a PS3 as soon as possible, to be ready for the launch of FFXIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game Over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4580840193165643365?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4580840193165643365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4580840193165643365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4580840193165643365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4580840193165643365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-left-4-dead.html' title='I&apos;m Left 4 Dead!'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4359797219015418687</id><published>2009-12-14T08:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:22:36.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New computer!</title><content type='html'>Finally, after so long, I have a new computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has an Intel i5 processor, 4GB RAM and a 1TB HDD. My brother built it from scratch and I gotta thank him for that because I can't assemble computer for nuts, despite my unrivalled building-blocks construction skills when I was in primary school (did I ever tell you that I used building blocks, Lego landscape mats and Hot Wheels towers to make a rollercoaster for my marbles?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's fun having a new gadget at home, especially when it's very user-friendly and fast to use. Windows 7 is really living up to its expectations and I can see why critics are giving it the thumbs up. It has really many cool features, including one that allows you to make your windows transparent so you can see your desktop. My personal favourite is the Personalise function where you can customise the look and sounds of your PC. There are also prebuilt themes available, but I prefer certain colours like red, and certain sounds that are in the Windows library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I'm hoping to get my hands on is a 250GB PS3 Slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs**Christmas is coming**coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish it could be this model:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.techmagnews.com/wp-content/uploads/images/250GB_PS3_Final_Fantasy_XIII_bundle_announced_ships_December.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.techmagnews.com/wp-content/uploads/images/250GB_PS3_Final_Fantasy_XIII_bundle_announced_ships_December.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I don't mind putting a skin on the original PS3 Slim. But I really like red, and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, without games, the PS3 is just a Blu-ray player that can do nothing but spin on the spot. Yes, so *cough**cough**cough*, I need games! FIFA 10! Band Hero! GTA4! Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I just need money. *cough**cough**cough*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4359797219015418687?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4359797219015418687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4359797219015418687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4359797219015418687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4359797219015418687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-computer.html' title='New computer!'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7495380568891937609</id><published>2009-12-11T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:59:07.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from cruise</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Star Cruises! I took Virgo, and apparently I was on the ship with 2400 other people, so that's how big the cruise ship is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of my class spent technically 3 days 3 nights on board, towards Port Klang. The cruise was not very entertaining for our age group even though it is filled with various facilities. There are many different restaurants, some are free for the first breakfast/lunch/dinner you have for the day, but the food is so-so. There is a private KTV lounge, and luckily the song vault is rather recent, so we could still sing to our heart's content. There is a casino beside it, but the lowest chip is of $10 value, which proved too expensive for us. There are also sports facilities and a small pool with 4 hot tubs around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the fun was shopping at Klang and talking cock/playing games with friends... I expected more from Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe Royal Carribean will be better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7495380568891937609?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7495380568891937609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7495380568891937609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7495380568891937609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7495380568891937609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-from-cruise.html' title='Back from cruise'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6229423634426531612</id><published>2009-12-06T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:32:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RV gathering</title><content type='html'>OMG I'm damn tired after coming back from Fann's house, which is damn tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a lot of fun as usual la. Yeah super fun. Super tiring also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6229423634426531612?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6229423634426531612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6229423634426531612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6229423634426531612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6229423634426531612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/rv-gathering.html' title='RV gathering'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5747598259705576522</id><published>2009-12-04T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:10:55.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>W for Waseda</title><content type='html'>It has been almost one year since I went to Japan for the Waseda SILS Fall Programme. It was one of the best student immersion programme I've had. Today was the day we relived the experience (not the wintry surroundings, but the fun we had)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposedly playing Paintball but the weather was really bad and we couldn't, and most of us got drenched before even playing. So we ended up buying cheap clothes to change at Turf City and went to lunch at Aston's. Yum yum Double Up Chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Tea Party to play some games. Taboo was really funny. We also built a really high Jenga tower. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some of us went to play L4D2. I got owned like shit. Too noob le. Motivation to buy the game and train. Muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5747598259705576522?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5747598259705576522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5747598259705576522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5747598259705576522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5747598259705576522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/w-for-waseda.html' title='W for Waseda'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6678568160388076665</id><published>2009-12-03T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:10:59.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom shopping</title><content type='html'>Prom shopping is fun! Really fun especially when you're hanging out with your boyfriend and girlfriend at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to emulate Adam Lambert in his AMA outfit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sgstb.msn.com/i/4A/196349DC34598286721479E3457C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 498px;" src="http://sgstb.msn.com/i/4A/196349DC34598286721479E3457C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks really really posh and sleek, and a hint of metrosexuality (maybe gayness) in it. Of course I'm not going to do his hair and buy man-heels, but I was more attracted to his skinny black tie and suit. Of course, his suit is really damn ex, and the only think I can probably emulate as close as possible without going over the budget is his skinny tie. His height makes everything look better as well. Oh well, not sure if I can pull it off, but I sure had a good deal by spending $130 on a blazer, tie and shoes. In fact, my shoes are more expensive than my blazer and tie combined! Hopefully everything turns out fine on the actual day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my shopping experience, it was really fun to hang out with BBF and BGF, we had a lot of fun choosing clothes and mix-and-matching. There's this aunty on the second level of Bugis St who sells rather nice blazers at an affordable rate. I got my blazer and tie for $65! My shoes were $69 from Topman! Haha the funny thing is the salesgirl gave me the wrong size for the shoes - left shoe 7.5, right shoe 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try the outfit now, and pack for tomorrow's paintballing with Waseda people! Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6678568160388076665?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6678568160388076665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6678568160388076665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6678568160388076665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6678568160388076665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/prom-shopping.html' title='Prom shopping'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6224850722978755469</id><published>2009-12-02T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:47:21.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A great buffet</title><content type='html'>Today I celebrated the end of A Levels with some of the S18 guys by going to a sushi buffet with them at Orchard. For $18.99++, we get to order anything on the buffet menu, take anything from the conveyor belt and &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;also get to enjoy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;vanilla ice cream puffs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;chocolate eclairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was really worth it in many different aspects, and some people tried many ways to enjoy the food xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the company mattered the most, and we had a lot of talk cock and fun while eating. Hopefully we can get together more often during this break and do more enjoyable activities like playing LAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Kahhan says Hi to Zhihao, Junhao and Kimyong! Shuwei thinks I was waving at the mirror for fun! Haha, and Junhao please buy the Snakes and Ladders pyjamas for the sake of class chalet in future xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6224850722978755469?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6224850722978755469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6224850722978755469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6224850722978755469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6224850722978755469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/12/great-buffet.html' title='A great buffet'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-2143323995995726122</id><published>2009-10-18T01:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:17:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Levels is over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;By the time I read this for the second time, A-Levels would have been over.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the **** cares about the message above! A Levels is over! Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like this right after the Physics paper. It felt more neutral, because I didn't have anything great to immediately look forward to. Some people may have went to town just now, some to play pool, some stayed back for basketball in school. I ended up having ice-cream with my CT and some classmates. Not saying that having ice-cream with them is bad, just that it wasn't as exhilarating as other activities. It was still enjoyable too as we joked around as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just need some time for the fact that A Level's has ended to sink in. Nonetheless, I'm still enjoying myself right now; my brothers are overseas and I can use their rooms! Still, I have the added responsibility to take care of my parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some random stuff to add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know so many people follow my blog until I closed it (smart move eh?). People started to ask me what happened to it and why is it blank. Haha kind of feels good to know you have some avid readers of this little space. Who knows, a fan base might start sprouting and I might turn into the next Mr Brown. If I were to come up with a new nickname, it would be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SxPqfTM3OSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Hq8SH2LMe3k/s1600/SNC00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SxPqfTM3OSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Hq8SH2LMe3k/s200/SNC00076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409925400853166370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; JK Rofling! Yeah! Jo Ker ROFLing. My job is to make people ROFL when reading my blog. freiheit is one of the people who kept pestering me to re-open this blog during the 6 day break in between Physics Paper 3 and Physics Paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YESSSSS! FINALLY. I took 30 mins to try to printscreen this picture and failed because it's too blur and then to snap a clearer one and upload it here. Printscreen sucks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More random stuff next time if I can recall what I thought of during my shower in the A-Level period. Going off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SxPoGH1b1bI/AAAAAAAAAjY/D9bfIIg-4vM/s1600/SNC00075.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-2143323995995726122?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/2143323995995726122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=2143323995995726122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2143323995995726122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2143323995995726122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-hiatus-just-now.html' title='A Levels is over!'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SxPqfTM3OSI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Hq8SH2LMe3k/s72-c/SNC00076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6694989062653449266</id><published>2009-10-16T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:25:10.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200th post: graduation is fun</title><content type='html'>Today was a fun day, especially the events after Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation was quite a bore. Students watched this video of our 2 years of JC life, half of it summed up with the song "I Know You Want Me" by Pitbull. WTF right. Then everyone started to cam-whore with each other. Haha. Please tag me on FB if you have my photos uploaded!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha then JJ, Amanda, Fann, Ningxin and me went back to RV because they wanted to source for job vacancies in RV. On our way, we  met many teachers in school and talked a lot of cock with them. Ms Ek revealed that there will be a 18km relay walk on 2nd Jan to commemorate the opening of the new RV. Me and JJ played a bit of soccer, &lt;s&gt;and I retyped this.&lt;/s&gt; (retype what shit?! this marks the start of my half-conscious mode.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Ahh. Chickeen Rice.&lt;/s&gt; ( i actually typed this when I was half-awake last night. WTF is chicken rice doing here?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for dinner at VivoCity while Janice kept complaining she's not eating with us. We had a lot of food choices (out of our budget, that is) and we ended up going to Food Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we played "I Never" with a deadly concocted dessert chipped in by everyone - Bubur hitam+vanilla ice cream+soyabean milk+Pepsi. It tasted nice initially, but the aftertaste was *pukes*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlAna0LErI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Yzi5hAtwOi4/s1600-h/SNC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlAna0LErI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Yzi5hAtwOi4/s200/SNC00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393413074710106802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next time, we should chip in a drink each and mix it. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest part of the game was when everyone started to sabotage each other by launching 'personal' attacks e.g I've never played competitive *insert CCA specific to you here*. The worst things never done were listed below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never had a banana for the past 2 years (Ningxin, like a fruit-noob wtf!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never watched anime before (Fann, WALAO!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never had ice cream for the past day before (when she just had one in the bubur hitam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never worn a watch for the past 2 years before (Me hehe. Quite shit actually)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never never&lt;/span&gt; gossip about anyone before (Amanda, LOL)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never had dog meat before (Amanda, and the most funny thing is that nobody had dog meat before! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I Never" FAIL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never wrote with my left hand before (Amanda again! Haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never got an A for my H2 subject before (JJ or Janice, total despise on intelligent people haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There were many more funny moments and secrets unraveled. So funnny. Of course, there is bound to be a loser for the game, and it was, from the start and pre-determined....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlDDIxg0KI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UYyzVbbn0bU/s1600-h/SNC00024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlDDIxg0KI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UYyzVbbn0bU/s200/SNC00024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393415749926703266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlDCljS0sI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5Vd3S6eScGM/s1600-h/SNC00023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlDCljS0sI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5Vd3S6eScGM/s200/SNC00023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393415740471825090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kwong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the games and laughter, we decided to hang around more and take photos. Too bad we weren't good at camwhoring, so I managed to ask some St.Nic girls to help us take photos. Haha, they were damn cute and we ended up having natural laughters in our photos. The funniest thing was when they solicited for donations from us because "they didn't have enough money for dinner", because they spent it on movie tickets. So nice Ningxin donated 50 cents. They also posed behind our photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEV6P3DVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GSjYrfUd6iU/s1600-h/SNC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEV6P3DVI/AAAAAAAAAhg/GSjYrfUd6iU/s200/SNC00025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393417171956600146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEWR2CBKI/AAAAAAAAAho/vqNerlW7taE/s1600-h/SNC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEWR2CBKI/AAAAAAAAAho/vqNerlW7taE/s200/SNC00026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393417178290717858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFZY540lI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9QBmUBnsksQ/s1600-h/SNC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFZY540lI/AAAAAAAAAiI/9QBmUBnsksQ/s200/SNC00027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393418331237175890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This could be our &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEW0B4z5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/kBW5CWP4nzg/s1600-h/SNC00028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEW0B4z5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/kBW5CWP4nzg/s200/SNC00028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393417187467251602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEXdb_9HI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yARMq_fOtws/s1600-h/SNC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEXdb_9HI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yARMq_fOtws/s200/SNC00029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393417198582625394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEYFlD1fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LTOv390ampk/s1600-h/SNC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlEYFlD1fI/AAAAAAAAAiA/LTOv390ampk/s200/SNC00030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393417209358046706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFZ13jJsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NxXgSvPAlRI/s1600-h/SNC00031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFZ13jJsI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/NxXgSvPAlRI/s200/SNC00031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393418339011995330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; (with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my specs&lt;/span&gt; on the left of course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFa97etyI/AAAAAAAAAig/hhsLKlV5zWU/s1600-h/SNC00033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFa97etyI/AAAAAAAAAig/hhsLKlV5zWU/s200/SNC00033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393418358355834658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our expressions are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPIC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFaftqYdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SQ3zYmWBdS0/s1600-h/SNC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFaftqYdI/AAAAAAAAAiY/SQ3zYmWBdS0/s200/SNC00032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393418350244815314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Girls &lt;/span&gt;will always be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFbSKIBSI/AAAAAAAAAio/gYFUw42zoDM/s1600-h/SNC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlFbSKIBSI/AAAAAAAAAio/gYFUw42zoDM/s200/SNC00035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393418363785970978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fann will always be Fann. Lol that sounded weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a fun graduation (out of school)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6694989062653449266?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6694989062653449266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6694989062653449266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6694989062653449266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6694989062653449266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation-is-fun.html' title='200th post: graduation is fun'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/StlAna0LErI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Yzi5hAtwOi4/s72-c/SNC00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5976902456479670955</id><published>2009-10-10T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T05:43:39.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong things, wrong time</title><content type='html'>Haha today was a rather productive day. I finished my Macroeconomics mind map worth A2 size. Now I'm supposed to do my GP comprehension. Then if I have the energy, I'll time myself and complete one case study. Then tomorrow I'll do the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is not supposed to be a list of my studying plans, because I don't like to write down all these things, as well as read others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the lighter side of life, I've been caught up with getting TV shows and comics from the net. I'm following FlashForward, and suddenly took a liking for English comics. If you are interested, go to &lt;a href="http://www.gocomics.com/"&gt;GoComics.com&lt;/a&gt; for Calvin and Hobbes, Foxtrot, Garfield, and many more! Haha, I've also tried to get my hands on some Marvel action. So, I started with Civil War. Marvel fans, should I start reading Civil War if I don't have much background knowledge of the stories behind each superhero? Advise me. Anyway the plot seems interesting enough and the illustrations are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music-wise, I got my hands on Paramore's new record - Bright New Eyes - featuring Decode. Haha haven't serenaded my ears yet, but going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's 32 days left till start of A-Levels. Good luck to all candidates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5976902456479670955?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5976902456479670955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5976902456479670955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5976902456479670955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5976902456479670955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/10/wrong-things-wrong-time.html' title='wrong things, wrong time'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4052558883071363101</id><published>2009-10-07T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:14:26.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the choice</title><content type='html'>Well, I've made my first step today - going for the scholarship talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last week when the announcement was first made, I was contemplating on whether to go for it. After asking a few people like Amanda, I decided to go in the end, with no clear scholarship in mind to aim for. All I know is that a getting a scholarship is prestigious and with a good one, you will probably have your job secured for at least a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting for the talk, Mrs Tan brought a point which struck me, "Don't be discouraged by your Prelim results". BBCDE, no As. Yet I am sitting there for the talk. Still, there's another saying, "You won't know until you try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So based on this attitude, and the fact that my eldest brother can actually receive one of the most prestigious scholarships in Singapore and study in the US, I am spurred further to put in extra effort to do well in my A-Levels. So what if I failed my Maths and Econs during CT2? So what if I don't have an A for my Prelims? What really counts is the A Levels, and I am going to prove to myself that I can succeed in my life once again. I chose to study in this school for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people in class who did very, very well for Prelims, and that has become another major driving force for studying even harder this time. I guess this kind of positive competition and motivation will really. Like what Boxer from Animal Farm always said, "I will work harder!"&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be Boxer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what scholarship I want to pursue, I still need advice from my family, especially my ex-scholar brother. PSC? A-Star? DSTA? EDB? STB? Hahaha. Not sure if I want to go overseas or not, although I would love to go Japan :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4052558883071363101?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4052558883071363101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4052558883071363101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4052558883071363101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4052558883071363101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/10/choice.html' title='the choice'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-134938823675406401</id><published>2009-10-06T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:26:22.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>southern ridges!</title><content type='html'>Went to walk the Southern Ridges yesterday! Probably my last leisurely walk before A Levels (and those to the market every Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some of my photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medeostrike/3987237226/" title="hendersonwave_stitch by medeostrike, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3492/3987237226_2978c722a3.jpg" alt="hendersonwave_stitch" width="500" height="173" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first photostitch. Not very well done, could have been a wider shot, but I overlapped too much for my 1st few photos on the left, resulting in a narrower viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medeostrike/3986481593/" title="IMG_1477 by medeostrike, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/3986481593_fa1cf15bbc.jpg" alt="IMG_1477" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henderson Waves :D Not my best shot with the best angle, but I'll try again next time. Weishuen should come at night! Looks better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to catch Alexandra Arch at night next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to see more? &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/medeostrike/sets/72157622403878729/"&gt;Click here for the full photo set!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-134938823675406401?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/134938823675406401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=134938823675406401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/134938823675406401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/134938823675406401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/10/southern-ridges.html' title='southern ridges!'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3492/3987237226_2978c722a3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-2769802509062457617</id><published>2009-10-03T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T23:19:45.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain scare</title><content type='html'>Pengjie scared me, "BOO!" and I got a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pay it forward by scaring someone behind me... Junhao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he walked out, I shouted at him, "BOO!", and he got quite a big shcok and was taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-2769802509062457617?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/2769802509062457617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=2769802509062457617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2769802509062457617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2769802509062457617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/10/chain-scare.html' title='Chain scare'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8234719198536340450</id><published>2009-09-28T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:01:21.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt231/federerislove/tumblr_kpw8ds6Cr51qzixu1o1_500_larg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://i615.photobucket.com/albums/tt231/federerislove/tumblr_kpw8ds6Cr51qzixu1o1_500_larg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://stellamagdalene.livejournal.com/"&gt;Stella's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8234719198536340450?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8234719198536340450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8234719198536340450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8234719198536340450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8234719198536340450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/gay.html' title='Gay'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-2373698677945583170</id><published>2009-09-27T02:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:14:21.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun day</title><content type='html'>Today was well spent having fun with friends. Played soccer with a bunch of friends this morning. It was quite heartening to see so many people turn up when I invited them through Facebook. I guess new media is quite effective, considering not many people gave me positive responses when I used SMS. Also, the people I asked last time were not very 'on' I feel. I also made quite a lot of new friends through this game, so it's cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that JJ, Hocksing, Han and another friend went to Stan's house to shower. We ended up going to the wrong block and making jokes in the very cramped lift. It was really funny talking with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Vivo in the afternoon for lunch myself, while the others went to town. I window-shopped around there and got the things Shuwei wanted, then spent the remaining time waiting for my TT seniors to arrive at 5:30pm (it was only 3pm then). I should have went to town with them and also take a look at ION Orchard. I guess I shall leave it for after A Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with the seniors was very enjoyable, we kept ourselves entertained with IQ questions. We gave each other coded phrases, and we have to decipher what they actually mean. The format is like this: The code "7 D's in a W" will mean "7 days in a week"; "26 L's in an A" will mean "26 letters in an alphabet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with a bunch, so maybe you might wanna have a go on your own:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;90 D's in a R A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;52 C's in a P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 C's of a R&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 T's on a F&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 L's of a C&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 C's of the W&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7 W's of the W&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;400 M's of the T&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;64 S's on a C B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Just watched Ris Low's interview with RazorTV. I just went "Booms!". Lol. Gonna sleep now, looking forward to my new phone tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-2373698677945583170?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/2373698677945583170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=2373698677945583170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2373698677945583170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2373698677945583170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/fun-day.html' title='fun day'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-329798586859246525</id><published>2009-09-25T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:01:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 things to be excited or laugh about this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting a HTC Hero!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singapore F1 Grand Prix has started (even though it's just practice, Renault repeated history again this time).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum actually chatted with an 8 year old girl who dialled the wrong number.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr Jensen Ong accepted my friend request on Facebook! He passed regards to S18, saying, "how are you guys?!? Prelim just over right? send my regards to the class yah... :D"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prelims has ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-329798586859246525?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/329798586859246525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=329798586859246525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/329798586859246525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/329798586859246525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-things-to-be-excited-or-laugh-about.html' title='5 things to be excited or laugh about this weekend'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6772749283334481461</id><published>2009-09-23T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:39:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retribution in my dreams</title><content type='html'>Had a very weird dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was a winged-man. The next moment, I was chasing down another winged-man, who eventually stopped afloat somewhere. It transformed into a mug, and I was attacking it with whatever I see - cups, bottles, potted plants. Then it cracked and turned into ashes. Its accomplice came to rescue the remains and tried to resurrect it using some unorthodox, dark method. Then I woke up, feeling scared, knowing that what will be summoned later will be too powerful for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:58am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this nightmare is just for me, and I deserved it I guess :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6772749283334481461?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6772749283334481461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6772749283334481461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6772749283334481461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6772749283334481461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/retribution-in-my-dreams.html' title='retribution in my dreams'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3962069267482859717</id><published>2009-09-22T19:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:28:52.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Youth Festival</title><content type='html'>I just had my dinner, and my dad said that Mid-Autumn Festival is nearing. My mum added that there will be annual celebrations held by the RC and there'll be a lot of kids celebrating with their families. Then I told them that the festival isn't really fun anymore as I grow up. From carrying lanterns, I end up watching kids lighting up candle formations of hearts and stars (surprisingly no Moon) and throwing sparklers into the nearby canal. So much for having childhood dreams of "I want to save the Earth" when the Saving Gaia advertisement was broadcast on television a few months ago to commerate Earth Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a few random thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) As we grow up, the way the festivals we celebrate and the way we celebrate them changed drastically. I remembered when I was young, I used to be very excited when Mid-Autumn Festival arrived, even though it isn't a public holiday. It was a time of eating mooncakes, pomeloes, drinking tea, and PLAYING WITH FIRE! Hell yeah. Candles and sparklers (I don't throw them into water) were the main attractions of the night. Now, I celebrate Mid-Autumn every year cooped up in my flat, studying and watching kids downstairs carry all sorts of lanterns and playing with 'rockets' - throwing sparklers into the canal as if they were trying to aim at each other on opposite banks. Who knows one day Mid-Autumn Festival could be Asia's own version of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwYrPhLBvz8"&gt;fireworks battle, as seen in Chios, Greece as part of their Easter celebrations&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(damn I can't embed videos here, sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I consider Chinese traditions as the most un-ecofriendly. Tying it to traditionally Chinese religions (like Taoism), they actually burn quite a lot of things. Joss sticks, incense, paper offerings, they can't seem to not burn something. Being a Taoist myself (not very staunch, just following my parents footsteps), sometimes I hope they would just stop burning. Look at what the haze in Indonesia has done to us. Will ours be considered an act of retaliation? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I have to say. Byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3962069267482859717?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3962069267482859717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3962069267482859717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3962069267482859717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3962069267482859717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/mid-youth-festival.html' title='Mid-Youth Festival'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7042009226930583031</id><published>2009-09-20T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:30:06.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SrYP3ArSsXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mQiaAwTQJCI/s1600-h/IMG_1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SrYP3ArSsXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mQiaAwTQJCI/s200/IMG_1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383507842316808562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SrYO9ZrfHbI/AAAAAAAAAfs/GNDswtFuZGs/s1600-h/IMG_1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SrYO9ZrfHbI/AAAAAAAAAfs/GNDswtFuZGs/s200/IMG_1015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383506852596096434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SrYO8h-x3VI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bwtdYtTifG0/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SrYO8h-x3VI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bwtdYtTifG0/s200/IMG_0990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383506837644631378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just an info, My Compact Adventures has been declared a dead blog! Haha! Yes, I decided to just upload my future photos here! Anyway, those shots are a collection of what I took for the past 3 months, just selecting the ones I few are nicer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7042009226930583031?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7042009226930583031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7042009226930583031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7042009226930583031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7042009226930583031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-shots.html' title='random shots'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SrYP3ArSsXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mQiaAwTQJCI/s72-c/IMG_1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4160940353517588523</id><published>2009-09-18T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:13:35.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>un-written</title><content type='html'>Yes! No more writing! Just shading left. What could be so hard about that (maybe the time limit)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is an off-day for me, just going to spend most of my time relaxing -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning: soccer&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon: laze around/do a bit of MCQs&lt;br /&gt;Night: watch TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a weird day as well, probably because it's because of the last day of the seventh lunar month? Everyone just became a little more quirkier than usual. It's hard for me to figure out what's going on at times, which makes me kinda stupid at times. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Prelims, it'll be left with A levels as the last hurdle to leap over. Can I make the jump again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4160940353517588523?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4160940353517588523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4160940353517588523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4160940353517588523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4160940353517588523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/un-written.html' title='un-written'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5419478619403259997</id><published>2009-09-11T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:43:12.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musing</title><content type='html'>Yay! Muse's new album is going to be out soon! The Resistance is really great from what I'm listening to now as I'm typing this post, and I really got to agree with the critics that it's really more than just music produced by Muse that's for the masses, it's art. It's infused with so many different genres and that's what makes it sound beautiful. Go sign up as a member on their &lt;a href="http://muse.mu"&gt;website &lt;/a&gt;and listen to the album in full!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really cool. Something to take my mind off the stress of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse I salute you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5419478619403259997?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5419478619403259997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5419478619403259997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5419478619403259997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5419478619403259997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/musing.html' title='Musing'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-132975226006524078</id><published>2009-09-05T08:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:43:38.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>funny econs tuition</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marks the short hiatus from Prelims (yes we do have a school holiday) after the end of Maths Paper 1, and all I can say was that the paper wasn't as bad as the Common Test, despite me not being to complete 20 marks worth of questions. I was rather disappointed because I expected myself being able to complete all the Vector questions and the AP/GP one because I reviewed those topics many times. Still, question 10 and 11 let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Find ON, where N is the foot of the perpendicular of A to the plane"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I got? My point N is equals to A!!! What the shit right! Think I used the wrong equation for scalar product. Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to laugh about for Econs. I had only time to complete 2 essays; the third one was 3 paragraphs long including intro. I was proud of the intro though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: With the use of examples, differentiate between the key features of the economic models of monopolistic competition and monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even though, monopolistic competition and monopoly may sound similar&lt;/span&gt;, they do have differences in terms of the number of buyers and sellers, the nature of their products, the barriers of entry, and the information buyers and sellers in the market receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, what a good intro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs tuition was by far the funniest one. We realised that case studies are quite knowledge based as you get to the last questions, and you need to crap your way through. Some sources also seem to contradict themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clearly, China takes the leadership position based on its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;high ratings in...English competencies&lt;/span&gt; and low-cost advantages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...English language competencies are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;improving &lt;/span&gt;in China, however, currently a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vast majority of the workforce finds it difficult to communicate in English&lt;/span&gt;. ...Chief weaknesses are difficulty in communicating in English."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see how hard the source is trying to put China in a good light in terms of their English proficiency. *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics have never been so fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-132975226006524078?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/132975226006524078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=132975226006524078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/132975226006524078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/132975226006524078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/09/funny-econs-tuition.html' title='funny econs tuition'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8586639450627479112</id><published>2009-08-04T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:30:38.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maligned-&gt;strength</title><content type='html'>I feel accused for doing something that I didn't commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading her email, one line jumped at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't comment if you don't do work right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe that statement is true. If you would say I don't put in effort in my work, I can agree to that. If you say that I am not consistent, I can accept. To say that I don't do work is a poor judgment. I do hand up work, just that I lack understanding in certain concepts, and probably because I can't pay attention in class as well. It could also be because of my poor memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many times I wanted to look for you to clear up my doubts on certain concepts, but it seems that the emphasis in lessons is skewed towards presentation, so I assume that during consolidation you might do the same. I'm not sure, but I am willing to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to prove to you and myself that I can do it, by doing well in the coming mock test and improving my grades in the coming Prelims, so I can work towards my ultimate aim of an A in the A Levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8586639450627479112?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8586639450627479112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8586639450627479112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8586639450627479112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8586639450627479112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/08/maligned-strength.html' title='maligned-&gt;strength'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4570180057372208332</id><published>2009-07-30T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:45:05.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"All I ever did was look up to you&lt;br /&gt;And if all I ever did was let you down,&lt;br /&gt;         There’s nothing stopping me now…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital M-E - Taking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people just want to do things out of goodwill, but sometimes it doesn't always go the way the way they want it to be. Sometimes you just want the best things to happen, but they don't all the time. Sometimes they happen already, but for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting upon myself, I seriously have a lot of room for improvement, but I need to know it before I can do something about it. Sometimes I feel so paranoid. I just don't like the feeling of being unsafe and insecure all the time, till the extent that it affects my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've recovered, I don't want to suffer a relapse again. I'm too scared to take another fall because old wounds hurt even more with every new fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4570180057372208332?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4570180057372208332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4570180057372208332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4570180057372208332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4570180057372208332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-i-ever-did-was-look-up-to-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-2300479987159489522</id><published>2009-07-26T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T02:15:49.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1st self-cooked dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SmtK6WLB7CI/AAAAAAAAAY0/zJ4rYuRBVFE/s1600-h/Image%28363%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SmtK6WLB7CI/AAAAAAAAAY0/zJ4rYuRBVFE/s200/Image%28363%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362462147559418914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this on my own! It's Rosti with Egg and Tomato Sauce :D Even though it's quite oily, but it's nice and easy to make! Woohoo if only there was some meat in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But frankly speaking, the Ikea Rosti is not as nice compared to Marche's. I miss Marche... especially the one in Suntec cos' I remembered there was a live band playing there, and there were a whole variety of food choices. Why did it close down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-2300479987159489522?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/2300479987159489522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=2300479987159489522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2300479987159489522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2300479987159489522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-1st-self-cooked-dinner.html' title='my 1st self-cooked dinner'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SmtK6WLB7CI/AAAAAAAAAY0/zJ4rYuRBVFE/s72-c/Image%28363%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8541809282766460298</id><published>2009-07-25T10:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T10:26:01.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need help</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling very out of sorts this whole week, distracted and stressed. Everyone seem to have noticed it, even my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTs results hasn't been very good also. Need to really buck up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8541809282766460298?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8541809282766460298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8541809282766460298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8541809282766460298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8541809282766460298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-need-help.html' title='i need help'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3730430697945627554</id><published>2009-07-09T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:16:48.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong again</title><content type='html'>What I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3730430697945627554?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3730430697945627554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3730430697945627554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3730430697945627554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3730430697945627554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-wrong-again.html' title='what&apos;s wrong again'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-2982816731271524063</id><published>2009-06-18T10:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:50:31.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11</title><content type='html'>11 days to CTs. I guess it's time to abandon this space for a while, to focus on studying. I actually thought of changing my password and asking my brother to choose a new one so I won't be able to blog, but I realised that means I can't view my Gmail. Geeez. Facebook could be abandoned easily though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Shaun told me that there was an ongoing rumour about school suspending for 2 weeks right after the holidays, and I was secretly praying that it's true, because I would have more time to revise and rush my CCA work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This struck me in another way: I don't spend my time wisely enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have never banged on the hopes of extended holidays if I spent my time more wisely. Because of the possibility of having 'more time' (which is actually quite slim), I take advantage of it and let laziness get the better of me again; I know that there will always be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enough time&lt;/span&gt; to do the things that I had planned. However, when reality strikes and I become sober from my wishful thinking, it is usually quite late to do anything substantial as everything becomes very limited and compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be harsher on myself this time and cut down on unnecessary activities like going to Facebook and Youtube everyday for 3-4 hours. I'll probably go online just to check emails and then check out Facebook and Youtube, and everything should be consolidated in 30 minutes. After that, it's "Adios mundo" until lunch and dinner, then probably a bit of relaxation in the late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't commit... my CT results shall be the price I pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-2982816731271524063?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/2982816731271524063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=2982816731271524063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2982816731271524063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2982816731271524063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/06/11.html' title='11'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7027150096779443020</id><published>2009-06-15T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T17:10:06.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't anyhow take drugs</title><content type='html'>When you have an injury like a sprain or ligament strain, the first thing you want to do is most probably see a chinese sinseh, because traditional Chinese medical practice focuses on removing the root cause of the pain and not temporary relief. A bit of tui na should do the trick.                                                            what about medicine to go along with it? Better not rely on it too much, because they only supplement, not cure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating those medicine for 4 days, i experienced slight joint aches on my shoulder, knee, and my wrists still hurt. Whenever i move them, they will produce clicking sounds, like those when you crack your knuckles. My muscles will have spasms sometimes. Not sure whether all there symptoms are side effects of the medicine. I started medication on last friday, and today i had my worst diarrhoea, going for the toilet almost every 5-30 mins, for 4 times already. Better go see the sinseh for clarification.                                                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst symptom is having a lot of gas in my stomach. I experience 5 second long burps, really long flatulence. I'm now lying on my bed typing this. *burrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp* *poooooooooot*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7027150096779443020?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7027150096779443020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7027150096779443020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7027150096779443020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7027150096779443020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-anyhow-take-drugs.html' title='don&apos;t anyhow take drugs'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-1127076272467830140</id><published>2009-06-14T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:05:42.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>快要爆炸</title><content type='html'>有一种莫名的感觉，知道身体明明有问题，但是不知原因是什么。 一直感到焦虑，但不知怎么解决；&lt;br /&gt;知道怎么解决了，自己又不做。现在我好像被困在一个心理漩涡，逃不出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看来要逼自己做一些自己不喜欢做的东西，就是把话化为实际行动，不能拖拖拉拉了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陈嘉翰！ 18岁了耶！还不懂得照顾自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-1127076272467830140?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/1127076272467830140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=1127076272467830140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1127076272467830140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1127076272467830140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='快要爆炸'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7496063273124503233</id><published>2009-06-03T07:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T07:44:24.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaka has gone to Real Madrid</title><content type='html'>What a big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I woke up and went to my iGoogle homepage, I scrolled down and saw this piece of headlines on the Channel Newsasia column. It was not on The New Paper, so it was definitely not some tabloid bluff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 million euros was what it took to lure my favourite soccer player to Spain. As much as I wanted him to come to Liverpool, which was and always will remain an impossible dream, he still went somewhere else instead. Look at how the best league in the world could further evolve if he were to join one of the top four clubs in EPL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea: He will rejoin Ancelotti and this probably will allow him to settle much more easily to the pace of EPL football. He can also meet up with Alex and will probably have no problem with Carvalho and Bosingwa since they all speak Portuguese. &lt;a href="http://goal.com/en-us/news/69/transfer-zone/2009/06/02/1301959/report-kakas-real-madrid-move-held-up-by-late-chelsea-bid"&gt;Chelsea in fact has made a last minute bid to steal Kaka from Real's hands.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd: This team will be mad. CR and Kaka, with Rooney will form the best attack in the world. Trust me, they will dominate for at least 5 years, unless the other clubs follow up with extraordinary signings. The only problem is probably not getting his wanted jersey numbers, 8(Anderson) or 22(O'Shea), but I'm sure they will have to make way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool: A title challenger definitely. Gerard and Kaka together with Torres will be indomitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenal: Already a very international-friendly squad, with a few Brazilians, this could be Wenger's best buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Madrid will be having the last laugh I guess, and they must live up to expectations with this kind of superstat signing. I'm expecting a treble from them next year, if not at least a double on the domestic league and cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka, let's see what jersey number you will get :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7496063273124503233?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7496063273124503233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7496063273124503233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7496063273124503233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7496063273124503233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/06/kaka-has-gone-to-real-madrid.html' title='Kaka has gone to Real Madrid'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4545031355956203866</id><published>2009-06-02T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:15:29.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling lazy</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling like a cat lying on its stomach waiting for its Friskies to come. It's the holiday feeling again and this time I think I should really wake up and turn into an industrious dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must quickly settle CCA stuff as soon as possible and let the IPs assume more responsibility. After all, they have been lying on the backseat for a tad too long I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies is still under control, I'm revising a certain number of chapters daily. Forgot to go KM to do quizzes only, going to go there after posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I should buck up for everything. This week is too busy for me already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4545031355956203866?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4545031355956203866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4545031355956203866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4545031355956203866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4545031355956203866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/06/feeling-lazy.html' title='feeling lazy'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3801541449021482671</id><published>2009-05-28T16:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:07:59.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed myself up</title><content type='html'>Just f---ed myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed! I need someone with a screwdriver to get me out of this shit please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3801541449021482671?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3801541449021482671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3801541449021482671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3801541449021482671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3801541449021482671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/05/screwed-myself-up.html' title='screwed myself up'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4492775458761764104</id><published>2009-05-23T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:11:21.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gloria you suck</title><content type='html'>I hate Gloria Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid $3 dollar for an ice blended over there and I thought I had the best deal in the world. I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all comes down to the right choice. How pleasing "Cookies and Cream" sounded. How bad it tasted. Names are all deceiving somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually tasted like ice blended....... ICE! Freaking ICE SHAVINGS with cookies mixed with milk! WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most infuriating thing is that people actually had to pay $6.70 for it previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god we managed to pay $3 for it (even though it wasn't even worth a buck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** Gloria. Let's go to TCC just 50m down Suntec City Level 1... and don't forget Starbucks at Citylink...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4492775458761764104?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4492775458761764104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4492775458761764104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4492775458761764104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4492775458761764104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/05/gloria-you-suck.html' title='gloria you suck'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7743374847290478704</id><published>2009-05-20T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:48:18.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SURGE</title><content type='html'>Interested in adventure races? Then join NJOAC's annual Inter-School Adventure Challenge. This year, we have a new theme "SURGE".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just form teams of 4, with one person from the opposite gender, get the forms from our website and email it to nj.isac09@gmail.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early-bird promotion is $25/person and it ends this FRIDAY! So hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;All registration closes at 10th June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://njcisac09.110mb.com/"&gt;Click here to go to our official website!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7743374847290478704?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7743374847290478704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7743374847290478704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7743374847290478704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7743374847290478704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/05/surge.html' title='SURGE'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-1947053350292936558</id><published>2009-05-18T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:03:52.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2-min blogging'/><title type='text'>acupuncture</title><content type='html'>Wah, first time I went for acupuncture. Wrists hurt quite a bit, decided to go see a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinseh &lt;/span&gt;for it because it's been affecting me quite a bit. Well, he just pricked me with 3 needles and gave me a massage and some medicine to go along with it. Hope it'll get better soon :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-1947053350292936558?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/1947053350292936558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=1947053350292936558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1947053350292936558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1947053350292936558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/05/acupuncture.html' title='acupuncture'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3941137388543722857</id><published>2009-05-16T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:02:59.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last 12 hours were sucky</title><content type='html'>I just self-inflicted quite a bit pain onto myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 12 hours I did some stupid stuff that I shouldn't have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to inform my mum that I was returning home late, and I wasn't having dinner, and she had to clear all the unfinished food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to call you and dozed off earlier than you :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted $2o dollars on a piece of printed paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be my bad day :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3941137388543722857?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3941137388543722857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3941137388543722857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3941137388543722857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3941137388543722857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-12-hours-were-sucky.html' title='the last 12 hours were sucky'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-1378187846617670772</id><published>2009-05-13T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:34:59.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a funny OAC pubstunt</title><content type='html'>Today's assembly was quite a long one. First there was some prize presentation, then followed by a pubstunt by OAC. It was quite a funny one, because I could immediately identify it with a parody with Calbee's Jagabee commercial. The sound effects were a giveaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people around me seemed to enjoy the pubstunt quite a bit, especially when the swimmer in the blue swim cap started to do this weird but cute breaststroke. Hope the Swimming people doesn't kill him. The road bike looked cool (I want one!). Some thought the swimmer was trying to act like some merman. Oh well at least he was smiling while swimming :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-1378187846617670772?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/1378187846617670772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=1378187846617670772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1378187846617670772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1378187846617670772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-oac-pubstunt.html' title='a funny OAC pubstunt'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4218566733890939305</id><published>2009-05-08T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:25:49.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fatigue</title><content type='html'>damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure how long i can hang on with late, sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, not very productive, keep dozing off also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4218566733890939305?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4218566733890939305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4218566733890939305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4218566733890939305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4218566733890939305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/05/fatigue.html' title='fatigue'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5886723979629425363</id><published>2009-05-02T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:05:18.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more relaxing SPAs anymore</title><content type='html'>Finally, there are no more SPAs!! Yay, no more stressful practicals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha can burn all our practicals already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for a small celebration with S18 (or a part of) at Westmall Macs. Saw a few other 'school mates' there. See see stare stare. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also saw Mr Latiff and his family at Westmall. What a surprise teachers always give whenever it comes to their other-half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably watching soccer at my cousin's place later, and maybe staying overnight. Supposed to go for karaoke session, but all fully booked. Too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5886723979629425363?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5886723979629425363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5886723979629425363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5886723979629425363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5886723979629425363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-more-relaxing-spas-anymore.html' title='no more relaxing SPAs anymore'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4775958662786985099</id><published>2009-04-21T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:43:03.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuuuuuiii la my brain</title><content type='html'>...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*braindead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brain cannot receive certain wavelengths of messages now. spoilt. now misinterpreting all the messages. sending out rage hormones now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curbing rage hormones. slowing down thought process. accessing memory now. reflection reflection. conclusion: "Heck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repairing brain. setting it to switch frequency faster. setting lame-ignorance levels higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4775958662786985099?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4775958662786985099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4775958662786985099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4775958662786985099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4775958662786985099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuuuuuiii-la-my-brain.html' title='cuuuuuiii la my brain'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3408210014420109896</id><published>2009-04-19T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:54:48.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homeworking</title><content type='html'>Today I went to JE library to do homework with Mr. Travis. Not a very productive session because I was really tired somehow. Only managed to do like 13 questions of Nuclear Physics *pants* and not all the answers I got were correct. Bleah. Supposed to be my best subject, still can get wrong answers for tutorial, quite shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just attributed all this to fatigue and assumed I shouldn't continue further as it would be very inefficient. So I invited Mr. Travis to my place and we played some guitars. Not the best jam, but it was rather fun considering that I didn't touch my instruments for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time for homework again? Shall I break the cycle and start doing Econs again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3408210014420109896?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3408210014420109896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3408210014420109896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3408210014420109896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3408210014420109896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/homeworking.html' title='homeworking'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-1765246728746204466</id><published>2009-04-17T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:44:49.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>I'm finally 18 years old, haha. Waiting for today for quite long already. Staring at the clock as it strikes 12am, 17th April 2009. Waiting for that first sms/call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any disappointment of course, I'm happy for everything that happened today, and I didn't expect to receive so many wishes. So let me list down the well-wishes I received today and thank everyone (please don't blame me for forgetting, I have poor memory):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS/Call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0000 Shuwei :) :) (you lived up to your promise)&lt;br /&gt;0001 Zikai (my twin)&lt;br /&gt;0006 Joseph&lt;br /&gt;0020 Shuwei again (SMS)&lt;br /&gt;0039 JJ&lt;br /&gt;0137 Dhiya (yours was kinda funny!)&lt;br /&gt;0552YYC&lt;br /&gt;0640 Melissa (thanks for your present!)&lt;br /&gt;0641 Kahlok&lt;br /&gt;0658 Shaun (the weirdest wish, because he was online at 0000)&lt;br /&gt;0714 Gina&lt;br /&gt;0756 Waimin (after some prompting...)&lt;br /&gt;0804 Lirui&lt;br /&gt;0839 Alan (how unlikely! LOL thanks to JJ)&lt;br /&gt;0908 Niangs&lt;br /&gt;0917 Bena&lt;br /&gt;0921 Weishuen&lt;br /&gt;0932 Aubrey (yay this made me smile a lot, particularly the good-looking part)&lt;br /&gt;1017 Claire&lt;br /&gt;1253 Yangzhi&lt;br /&gt;1555 Abel&lt;br /&gt;1809 Antonio&lt;br /&gt;1825 Shaun &amp;amp; Jiaqiang (doubles)&lt;br /&gt;2100 Adeline (gramds!! luckily you didn't forget!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbal (can't remember timings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy :D (she shook my hand!)&lt;br /&gt;Shuwei :D&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;Waimin&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Bianche&lt;br /&gt;Zhihao&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low&lt;br /&gt;Waineng&lt;br /&gt;Changlok&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoxue&lt;br /&gt;Bob (XH)&lt;br /&gt;Aza&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Caleb&lt;br /&gt;Edlyn&lt;br /&gt;Sherman (after much prompting and intention. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Dad (thanks for your angbao!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook/MSN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiying&lt;br /&gt;Shuwei&lt;br /&gt;Stella&lt;br /&gt;Paul&lt;br /&gt;Brenda&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;Carmen&lt;br /&gt;Gohhua&lt;br /&gt;Yuteng&lt;br /&gt;Sihui&lt;br /&gt;Xinyue&lt;br /&gt;Phong&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;Cheehao&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Wong&lt;br /&gt;Adeline&lt;br /&gt;Hazel&lt;br /&gt;Mingshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man I really hope I didn't forget anyone, and if I did please remind me, I will make it up to you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-1765246728746204466?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/1765246728746204466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=1765246728746204466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1765246728746204466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1765246728746204466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6552332445611932577</id><published>2009-04-14T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:13:43.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dao</title><content type='html'>I've never felt so lonely before :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6552332445611932577?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6552332445611932577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6552332445611932577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6552332445611932577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6552332445611932577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/dao.html' title='dao'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7474399844230941070</id><published>2009-04-11T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T20:30:00.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy day</title><content type='html'>Woke up to a lazy day. Kept getting nagged by Mum all day, so it's quite sian diao. Still I managed to finish Electrochemistry without much fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watching the Taiwan version of "Don't Forget The Lyrics", quite funny and ironic to see celebrities forgetting how to sing certain songs. Looking forward to see the re-runs on Singapore TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished I had SCV, so that I could catch F1, tennis and soccer. Oh well, there's still the power of Internet TV, and it's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched Knowing on the net at my place with RVTT guys, it was really quite scary with the dark atmosphere (I switched off all the lights in my bro's room), but RVTT never fails to lighten up the tense atmosphere with almost periodic disgusting comments that bounds to conjure up streaks of laughter. Haha I miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh I shall continue my lazy day in its full manner, and continue to watch the Taiwanese variety show...that is if I can endure my stomachache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7474399844230941070?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7474399844230941070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7474399844230941070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7474399844230941070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7474399844230941070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-day.html' title='lazy day'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4960237190082657075</id><published>2009-04-10T08:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:28:44.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5..... days : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's like a countdown to the only holiday of the month, Good Friday, cos school is always so boring and busy. It's either lecture or tutorials, nothing else. Luckily, it turned out to be literally good for me, as I will get to hang out with the RVTT people later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway here's a song for you guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After The Last Midtown Show - The Academy Is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sddo8sFiBkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sddo8sFiBkk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s a drunken midnight on the streets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; brightly dusted with a neon light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We duck behind the corner store,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; smoke your smokes while I keep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; a watchful eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Right here, right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; I hope before the night is through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; one fumbled touch will finally hit the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; You’ve got everything going for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; so I’ll go for you with everything I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Right here, the best days of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Is this coincidence or a sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Is there anything I missed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Is there anything I missed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me if I’m wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; but why would we change a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; When the morning light fights through the cracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; cascading across the bed, and you are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; When your parents start to wake for work,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; between the sheets, I’ll keep a watchful eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Right here, the best days of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Is this coincidence or a sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Is the anything I've missed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Is there anything I missed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell me if I’m wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; but why would we change a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; When we met I was on my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; I swear we spent most afternoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; somewhere in the act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We were part of something ours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; and ours alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Anywhere was home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We’re almost here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We’re almost here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We’re almost here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; When we met I was on my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; I swear we spent most afternoons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; somewhere in the act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We were part of something ours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; and ours alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Anywhere was home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We’re almost here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We’re almost here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; We’re almost here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Right here, right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4960237190082657075?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4960237190082657075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4960237190082657075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4960237190082657075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4960237190082657075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7496274405912735996</id><published>2009-04-08T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:15:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love pasta+beef+tiramisu</title><content type='html'>I love to eat Western food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sumptuous lor. I ordered this beef sirloin tips, not very nice, can smell that the beef not very fresh, but still okay la. I liked the bolognaise, tasted and smelled really nice, especially the spices. The tiramisu was really damn nice, though the outer was a little dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/Sdy_ZQfP60I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kUsvUE0BQyg/s1600-h/DSC00762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/Sdy_ZQfP60I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kUsvUE0BQyg/s200/DSC00762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322339300288752450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sedap &lt;/span&gt;looking right! I love tiramisu~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7496274405912735996?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7496274405912735996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7496274405912735996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7496274405912735996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7496274405912735996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-pastabeeftiramisu.html' title='i love pasta+beef+tiramisu'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/Sdy_ZQfP60I/AAAAAAAAAOk/kUsvUE0BQyg/s72-c/DSC00762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-4450187229728061351</id><published>2009-04-07T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T18:46:35.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeking the truth</title><content type='html'>Finding what is really correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sets the benchmark between right and wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, time is all we need to solve all problems. To search your heart for the perfect answer to every question is what Man exists in this world for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible, if you had infinite time. Nothing hinders you if you are willing to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess we should give ourselves a chance and the time, to really seek the truth within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found the Truth. Now I'm waiting for the Answer, and I will be patient because I have infinite time :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-4450187229728061351?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/4450187229728061351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=4450187229728061351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4450187229728061351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/4450187229728061351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/seeking-truth.html' title='seeking the truth'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3598231556870444946</id><published>2009-04-05T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:24:02.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i made you large cakes</title><content type='html'>I love cakes, especially chocolate and tiramisu. It's been quite long since I had my brother's self-made tiramisu. I loved the tinge of alcohol in the cake, it tasted so soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that on April's Fool, the SC gave out banana cakes to April babies at 1130am. Hais too bad I was having lessons, otherwise I could have had my share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never mind la, at least I got to try my friend's self-made Large Cake. It meant what it was named, and obviously I couldn't finish it all in one whole mouth. It tasted really, really, good (pure sweetness and a little tinge of lime zest :D) and I wanted more. So, I asked my friend to make more Large Cake next time, and my friend agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to more Large Cake :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3598231556870444946?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3598231556870444946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3598231556870444946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3598231556870444946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3598231556870444946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-made-you-large-cakes.html' title='i made you large cakes'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6882638032176230358</id><published>2009-04-04T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:17:30.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>random rant</title><content type='html'>I think it takes time for some facts to sink into and etch into my brain. I hate lag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this moment, split-second adrenaline rush. That kind of thrill, not an everyday experience. It was the feeling of success, like getting an A for exam, breaking a personal record, doing something unthinkable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness lifts spirits, and spurs people on. But sometimes, the higher you climb, the more adrenaline you feel, but the more pain you'll feel if you fall. I'll never let myself fall again, knowing the taste of darkness for almost 6 times in almost 4 years. If I ever fall again, I never know when I'll ever recover from it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking things into positive light helps relieve the temporal pain you feel from small failures, or making big failures feel like small ones. It keeps you going on e.g smiling and talking to friends.&lt;br /&gt;Simple acts do wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt how to cushion my falls, after so many accidents. I've learnt to take things easily, and look at them with a broader perspective. I feel more mature and more discerning about things going around me. I feel more sociable. I feel that I've grown up. But that's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is still not empathic. I cannot read minds (sometimes I wish) and know how people are feeling. Sometimes you just want to feel for them, say something comforting, but the words just don't come out or even if they do, they don't sound right. How I wished my brain could be more understanding about people, and be more tactful in certain situations. How I wished I could be less naive sometimes. How I wished I wouldn't assume the best of everything all the time. So much for positivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess being a Man is quite hard. Being one of the most complex creatures in Nature's society, everything we do is not as simple as 1+1. Yet, solutions to the problems we created are still possible if we search deep and think hard. We can still improve on our complexity. At least I need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6882638032176230358?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6882638032176230358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6882638032176230358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6882638032176230358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6882638032176230358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-rant.html' title='random rant'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6877012645199061046</id><published>2009-04-04T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:37:56.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>napfa!</title><content type='html'>I feel shagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the whole NAPFA test on one single day can be tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I got like AABBC for the first 5 station items, which was good, meaning I don't have to pia for my 2.4km. But I wanted to break 10min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't do it even at full strength, but I didn't know why I just felt like I could do it now. This sudden, unknown surge of confidence just appeared. After 4 rounds, I hit 7:20, and somehow my brain still thought I could break 10 with an increased pace. But my 1st round was 1:35, so it was quite impossible already, come to think of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I clocked 10:40. Quite stunned, I still heard it as "10:14", only to realise Pengjie who was infront of me got 10:21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sians. At least I still got a gold. PE is going to be fun-time all the way!! BBALL! STUNTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6877012645199061046?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6877012645199061046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6877012645199061046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6877012645199061046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6877012645199061046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/napfa.html' title='napfa!'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7474636051910743213</id><published>2009-04-02T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:36:36.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱五月天！</title><content type='html'>对！I love Mayday man! Especially the songs from their latest album 后青春期的诗。 超好听！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favourite songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 你不是真的快乐 - I keep replaying this song over and over again even though I am still happy! The last part where Ah Xin shouts is like damn powerful (even though he cannot attain perfection during his live shows..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 如烟 - The lyrics is very nice and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 春天的吶喊 - The song with the subtle vulgarity :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 出头天 - I love all their Hokkien songs, and this is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. 突然想好你 - The 1st song, and also a very nice song. Really expresses how I feel sometimes :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really hope I can just watch their gig on 29th August, so I'm really praying Prelims doesnt fall on that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7474636051910743213?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7474636051910743213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7474636051910743213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7474636051910743213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7474636051910743213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='我爱五月天！'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-1830287556500212561</id><published>2009-03-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:54:55.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boring</title><content type='html'>Wah. Mondays are damn sian as usual. Especially when you're having physics lecture. Hais. If i don't blog here, i think i will fall asleep anytime soon. The lecturer seems to be trained in speech hypnotism. Shall talk to her whenever i contract insomnia.                                                           keep thinking of the big day, can't wait to execute the plan.. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-1830287556500212561?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/1830287556500212561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=1830287556500212561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1830287556500212561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1830287556500212561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/boring.html' title='boring'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8246723770825022428</id><published>2009-03-28T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:28:12.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night hike</title><content type='html'>PE has become slacker these few days, because the girls are taking their NAPFA, so the guys can afford to train at OTOT. That usually meant 15mins of training and 30 mins of basketball. Lol. Basketball was exciting and fun as usual. It was Weesiang's day as he managed to score a lot. As usual, I did a lot of stunts for fun, and managed to get a backshot in without looking :D Quite tyco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, there was Night Hike! I'm sure it was fun for all the participants. I had the privilege to meet all the groups at my stations and it was quite interesting to meet certain people that I see in school very often but don't talk to. Haha nice knowing them. It was quite amusing to see them mumble with their mouth full of marshmallows. Also, I got to admit acting is hard. I can't speak like a butler! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8246723770825022428?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8246723770825022428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8246723770825022428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8246723770825022428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8246723770825022428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-hike.html' title='night hike'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-731180985900641451</id><published>2009-03-24T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:27:51.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>诬赖</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;这种感觉，熟悉却遥远。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很久没有为了这种事儿和自己发生内战。 身为性格较内向，胆子较小的家伙，发起脾气可是一件罕见的事，但真正生气起来很可能会“自爆”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;接到了那封简讯之后， 开始觉得很内疚， 只能怪自己多嘴。 上了巴士， 心情还是有一点不安， 总觉得有什么不妥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在途中，大脑不停地想， 想来想去， 总是不能为事情做个了结。 虽然一时漏了嘴， 但相信旁听者应该不会把那件事传给大家。 就因为这样，我才了解我为什么真正的不快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，我向她誊清， 但她却不理会。 虽然我所提出的解释有了小破绽， 我很有信心把事情泄露出来的人并非是我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，心里的内战开始恶化。 怒，恨， 闷，无奈， 同时向我进行攻击。 我差一点抵挡不住猛烈的攻势， “自爆”系统差点被引发。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;诬赖是人类其中最有威力的一个武器， 它能让一个人混乱， 无力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来，我们渐渐发现事情只是一场小小的误会。 但是，我却一直不能彻底放下。 我不能那么小气， 不能没有男人应有的风度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，你却一句___也没说。 我不知道该说些什么。 希望你读了这个post之后， 处事能够冷静一点。 我知道你并无恶意， 知道你为了这个活动付出了很多， 才会说出这番话。希望我们能够把这一次小小的不愉快抛在后头。&lt;/s&gt; 我们还是超好的朋友&lt;s&gt;，对吗？&lt;/s&gt; ：D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-731180985900641451?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/731180985900641451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=731180985900641451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/731180985900641451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/731180985900641451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='诬赖'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-1343870779394488750</id><published>2009-03-21T07:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:01:42.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creeped out</title><content type='html'>After Night Hike recce, I went to Lot 1 with OAC for dinner. While they were having dinner, I went to the toilet on my own. Suddenly there was this guy in blue shirt walking very close to me, mumbling some words that I couldn't hear properly. I began to walk faster as I could feel that he was following me. I tried to find somewhere far so that I could see his whereabouts, so I stopped somewhere near the toilet. He was buying some food at a stall. So I thought it would be safe to go into the toilet already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing my business, I went to the sinks and suddenly the same guy appeared! I looked down at myself and also at the mirror, and he was standing behind me, scanning me from head to toe, then he went on to do his business. I didn't dare to look at him and I quickly went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to come very close to me and tapped my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly, he said, "Want to make friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just continued to walk faster, this time with goosebumps and an increased heart rate. Creepy guy! Brrr~ *shivers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-1343870779394488750?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/1343870779394488750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=1343870779394488750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1343870779394488750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1343870779394488750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/creeped-out.html' title='creeped out'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8297073136745819781</id><published>2009-03-12T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:22:40.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headache</title><content type='html'>Headache ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I'm tired or what. Just keep feeling a tension in my head perpetually. Looking forward to Bike Rally and Liverpool vs. Man U though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for putting a smile on my hand :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8297073136745819781?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8297073136745819781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8297073136745819781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8297073136745819781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8297073136745819781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/headache.html' title='headache'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-290821675597552411</id><published>2009-03-11T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:40:43.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skill E: The chemistry of talking</title><content type='html'>Blabber blabber, chat chat, laugh laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun and enjoyable... so enjoyable, it will slowly become unenjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you blabber blabber and blabber without a filter paper in your mouth, dirty excess solids tend to end up in your filtrate. You don't want to contaminate your solutions, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems troublesome to keep putting on filter paper when you filter right, because it's so slow. So people like me choose decanting; impure, but fast. At least you still get most of the excess solids away from your filtrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the Skill that you are assessed, you should choose different separation methods. If the invigilator says Skill B or C, you better follow the instructions strictly and do your filtration properly. If it's skill D, you probably just need to follow the instructions so that it's easier for you. If it's skill A, you don't even need to conduct the experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I think I misread Skill C as D just now... Oh well, there are other SPAs left for me to catch up on... So good luck to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-290821675597552411?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/290821675597552411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=290821675597552411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/290821675597552411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/290821675597552411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/skill-e-chemistry-of-talking.html' title='Skill E: The chemistry of talking'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5949564923154723957</id><published>2009-03-10T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:27:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be like you.</title><content type='html'>Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish my 18th birthday could come as soon as possible, so I could be a little older and possibly more mature. Some say I look very kiddo, but sometimes I really want to break out of that cute, funny, schoolboy image sometimes. Especially when i'm in front of certain people that I really want to put forth my best image to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna be like you. You seem much older, yet you think like an adult when adult minds are needed. Guess I got lots more to learn from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5949564923154723957?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5949564923154723957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5949564923154723957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5949564923154723957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5949564923154723957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wanna-be-like-you.html' title='I wanna be like you.'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-982361152008395155</id><published>2009-03-08T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:51:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream: Episode 1</title><content type='html'>I dreamt of her for the first time. It was a weird one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vaguely remembered, we were at a Pasir Ris neighbourhood. I don't know why were we there, but we were in a lift. Then we talked as the lift when down. We were very happy. Then we just hung around at the neighbourhood. Somehow I helped her put on her sock, for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was how weird it was. But I was smiling when I woke up. Weeeeird....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-982361152008395155?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/982361152008395155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=982361152008395155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/982361152008395155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/982361152008395155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/weird-dream-of-her.html' title='Dream: Episode 1'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-241247625370960606</id><published>2009-03-07T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:11:47.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my lame twin :D</title><content type='html'>Today was quite LOL and fun because of the OAC company (not the triathlon). I'm beginning to love my juniors and OAC more and more because they are so fun to be with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Zikai were just fooling around as usual. Then we decided to come up with a pubstunt in Sentosa. We ran down a stretch where there was a lot people, holding up our Milo tins and shouting "We're champions! AHHHH!". It was damn funny and attention-grabbing, but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to 'connect' our Milo tins horizontally. So, Chunkit joined in the fun with us two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever disconnects the tins is a loser.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stuck together literally when walking. Even when Amanda went to pee, we stood outside the toilet, advertising Milo to passerbys, saying "Hi _____(insert any title), we love Milo!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so retarded! Even at the food court, when we were ordering ice-kachang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert Auntie: "小弟， 你要什么？"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zikai (softly): "Auntie, 我要你..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert Auntie: "Huh? 你说什么？讲大声一点!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Zikai: *bursts out into maniac laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we got a very dwarved Mango Ice Kachang (compared to the $4 Jumbo Ice Kachang), because the auntie didn't receive the praise she deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Candy Empire, we also did another stunt. We bought some chocolates, so we put the chocolates together with the Milo tin, hoping they would scan the tins. In the end, we got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diao-ed&lt;/span&gt; by the cashier. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;. They must have thought we stole the tins from nearby Toast Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we even wanted to walk one round in Toast Box, and then run out of the exit as if we stole Milo and shout "RUN RUN RUN!". But it was too risky. Zikai even said we might end up getting caught in police at this rate of doing our pubstunts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny today. I kept laughing non-stop with my lame twin, Zikai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today Dhiya looks like Milo when she's in the Milo singlet. There's also Condensed Milk Shuwei and Hot Water Kahhan. LOL together we make Hot Milo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-241247625370960606?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/241247625370960606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=241247625370960606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/241247625370960606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/241247625370960606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-found-my-lame-twin-d.html' title='I found my lame twin :D'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5104863387905267967</id><published>2009-03-07T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T16:18:51.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MILO Failathlon</title><content type='html'>It's one of the worst competition events I've ever been. I want to blame it on the huge turnout, I want to blame it on the poor weather conditions, but those are unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st thing I realised was... a lot of people, and not many obvious signage. No clear directions, no marshals or facilitators... it was complete chaos even when the race hasn't started yet. You cannot just depend on the participant's handbook for this. You need actual, lucid instructions on the event site. So I spent quite a while roaming around before finding the queue for the bike collection. Not knowing if I was in the correct queue, I just queued. Very long later, I got my bike. Not the best mountain bike you would expect for $30. I was expecting a nice Polygon or Avanti or even Cannondale for $30. The service wasn't perfect: the volunteers made helmets optional when I clearly remembered it was compulsory. In the end, I was told to go back to get my helmets after I parked my bike into a SUPER CROWDED transition area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was not all. When the race started, the wave intervals were too quick. So it caused a jam at the swim-bike transition. Apparently you have to push your bikes out to a super narrow lane and meet up with your swimmer so you can be 'tagged'. But because there were so many people, the marshals at transition were powerless. It took me a few minutes just to get out of transition. The worst thing was that there was only ONE transition area; swim-bike and bike-run is combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode 1 lap (4km) and it was uneventful. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;, in fact. It was simply too crowded. In the end, I got fed up and didn't continue my second lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the team finished, we got our MILO tins. The most stupid thing is, anyone (including those who didnt finish the race) was able to collect those tins. They didn't give a tag or anything for the finishing tin redemption. How silly was that? To think that for such a huge event, such myopic planning is evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate this event 2/10. 1 point for the venue, 1 point for MOE's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully next year, they can TRY harder to make this a better event for everyone. Get a larger transition and separate transitions for swim-bike and bike-run. Extend the event as well so that intervals can be expanded and crowds be avoided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5104863387905267967?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5104863387905267967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5104863387905267967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5104863387905267967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5104863387905267967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/milo-failathlon.html' title='MILO Failathlon'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7430734784787587968</id><published>2009-03-06T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:16:59.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come join NJOAC's Intra-College Night Hike</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those people who are interested in solving a mystery with a group of friends, take a walk in the dark, or just want to destress, here's a chance for you! NJOAC is organising their INTRA COLLEGE NIGHT HIKE once again! This time it will be more exciting than before! So what are you waiting for (or kicking the corpse's shoe for!)? Register with a group of 8 friends at the booth in the canteen, at $40 ($5/person) only!!! If you really want to know who is under the corpse, come and join instead of removing the shoe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The event will be held on 27th to 28th MAR (FRI evening - SAT morning)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommend to your friends as well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7430734784787587968?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7430734784787587968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7430734784787587968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7430734784787587968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7430734784787587968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/come-join-njoacs-intra-college-night.html' title='Come join NJOAC&apos;s Intra-College Night Hike'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-2160713041680783086</id><published>2009-03-04T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:19:54.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not really happy</title><content type='html'>Hmmm. I'm happy. I'm not happy. Am i really happy? Sometimes when i see some delightful stuff, i'll be equally delighted as well. But sometimes when i see the same thing over and over and again, i will start comparing myself and others to see whether i am able to do it as well. But usually i end up realising i cant provide the same laughter. Is it just me, or is it tat i'm too sensitive? I really hope we're still the same, like last timethose times we had together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-2160713041680783086?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/2160713041680783086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=2160713041680783086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2160713041680783086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2160713041680783086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-not-really-happy.html' title='I&apos;m not really happy'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-894901601068644184</id><published>2009-03-03T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:13:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mission accomplished</title><content type='html'>Today was a great day. Nice weather for a cool soccer game, which me and JJ played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just pranced around the field like some kids who just got their freedom, barefooted, among all those mud. It was dirty but fun. The best thing was that we had an AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dirty some bastard's clothing. JJ say he very action. So we decided to stop him from action-ing. He was wearing school uniform and on a muddy pitch. The solution: Dirty it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we began to devise alot of scheming plans to make him dirty, like keep dribbling towards him and do some ankle-breaker stunts, aim the ball at him, fake him and kick some mud at him, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to shoot at him, so I linked up a cross and whacked at the goal... but it hit someone else instead. Aiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ's turn.. he just run and switch direction quickly and he slipped immediately. NICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol mission accomplished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-894901601068644184?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/894901601068644184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=894901601068644184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/894901601068644184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/894901601068644184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-accomplished.html' title='mission accomplished'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3707420599761720252</id><published>2009-02-24T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:48:34.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths lecture</title><content type='html'>Ahh. LT5 is always so comfortable. especially when the lecturer is so entertaining and what she's talking is just a mere recap of what we've learnt. Lol.                                                        and i'm hungry. Rah i wanna eat someone up :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3707420599761720252?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3707420599761720252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3707420599761720252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3707420599761720252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3707420599761720252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/maths-lecture.html' title='Maths lecture'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8963848619146756441</id><published>2009-02-23T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:57:15.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raid!</title><content type='html'>As I posted the previous post, Singapore Polytechnic staff just raided the computer lab. I should have got punished, but I was lucky enough to escape her grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walked past everyone, she sarcastically commented, "Wah, all surfing the (school's) webpage ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people got caught for poor attire and go their names recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I better not stay too long; the computer lab closes at 3.3opm anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8963848619146756441?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8963848619146756441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8963848619146756441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8963848619146756441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8963848619146756441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/raid.html' title='raid!'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-363241256199861074</id><published>2009-02-23T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:50:58.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spammmm</title><content type='html'>Haha I hate receiving spam email. It justs clogs up your email inbox and makes it hard to tell the difference between the mail that you want and the mail you don't. Of course I don't like sending multiple and redundant mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of taking H3 at this stage, it's imperative. Even my CT wants me to forward it to him so he can send him. Like he said, "Just in case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans love to do it the conservative way, or in more lay-man terms, the &lt;em&gt;kiasu&lt;/em&gt; way. It doesn't hurt to be a little more &lt;em&gt;afraid to lose&lt;/em&gt; than the others, but sometimes too much of a good thing is a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the H3 teacher-in-charge does not want to receive spam as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have some words for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Check your spam inbox!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite adamant that he has this "student filter" thing set up in his email system. So that he does not have to bother himself with silly questions like "Why is F=ma?" or "Why does Einstein keep such a funky hairstyle?". As much as our school loves to cultivate creativity, such super out-of-the-box questions doesn't seem to be tolerated by him, even if he really knows the answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-363241256199861074?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/363241256199861074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=363241256199861074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/363241256199861074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/363241256199861074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/spammmm.html' title='spammmm'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-1454397072019218766</id><published>2009-02-22T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:49:09.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a mundane bus ride.</title><content type='html'>I love bus rides, especially when I'm on an Express going towards the City where I can sit back, relax (cancelling out the bus engine noises) and enjoy the scenery zooming past me. It could be just  a flurry of images, but nonetheless better than 4 walls filled with posters and 1 window with perpetually the same view all the time. Try waking up to F.I.R, X-Men, the Spanish soccer squad (without Torres sadly), Kaka and Mayday, and the same HDB flat every morning, and you'll share my sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I hate is when you have to squeeze. What I hate even more is when you have to squeeze and the people at the middle of the bus do not shift to the back. What I hate the most is when you have to squeeze, the people at the middle of the bus do not shift to the back and you have a couple complaining to everyone (most of the talking was done by the husband) on how people do not want to move to the back of the bus, causing him to not being able to get up the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the couple was able to get up the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had to put up with what he ranted throughout the bus trip. Correction: the bus driver and the OTHER bus passengers had to clog up their ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"那些学生。。。不会进去的"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I wasn't very impressed with what he said. Today is a weekend. Unless people like me are super studious, so studious to the fact that we would wear our school uniform to study outside, there was no way there could be a lot of students on the bus. At most there were a lot of students just hanging out. What I saw on the bus was a lot of other adults, and some of his age as well. Definitely the majority were adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, he continued ranting, and at every stop, people will alight and people will board. So there was bound to be movement, and people had to shuffle towards the rear of the bus. At least I would have the initiative to do so. But apparently the Complainer had other impressions of me. Just because I looked very much younger than him and much more handsome than him doesn't mean I'm that kind of student he was describing earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I felt a poke. It didn't feel friendly like a Facebook Superpoke. It felt like an adult poke. Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go inside!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a man's voice. The Complainer. Right behind me was his wife. I assumed that she was the one who sent me an adult poke. I decided to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved in, like he said. Actually, without prompting, I could have done the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have been friends. Now I decided to block him. No more further application requests or notifications from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, The Complainer managed to find a seat for him and his wife. I thought I could finally enjoy my bus ride. Instead he started to complain even more! I'm quite sure by now all other bus passengers has blocked further notifications from him. But I want to report him for violation of terms of usage of the bus. Poking and shoutouts should be banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alighted quickly, and they did as well. Stalkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-1454397072019218766?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/1454397072019218766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=1454397072019218766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1454397072019218766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/1454397072019218766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/mundane-bus-ride.html' title='a mundane bus ride.'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-7122666706986512268</id><published>2009-02-21T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:23:20.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what you should eat when you only got 30 minutes</title><content type='html'>Feeling the break-time blues? Can't get enough filling up of the stomach in 30 minutes? Sick of queuing up and rushing your food? Here are some suggestions to spend your rush (half) hour in the NJ canteen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*queuing up time included&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy some Meiji Milk and add it to honeydew juice. You'll get Honeydew Milk which taste really good and it's healthy and easy to consume. Estimated time of consumption*: 3 - 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, if you want to create the Laxative version, buy some Meiji &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Strawberry &lt;/span&gt;Milk and add it any juice of your choice (for best results, choose &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;watermelon &lt;/span&gt;or rock melon; rock melon was tried and tested and results showed after 2 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Snacks from Mambo No. 5. 2 Big Paus are usually good enough to last you for 2-3 hours. Estimated time of consumption: 5-8 minutes (if you get a scolding from the uncle for showing him a $50 note early in the morning, this time will usually be extended...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanton Noodles from the Noodle Shop. Cheap and easy to slurp. The fastest I took to finish was less than 3 minutes. Just don't order when the uncle is super busy and in a hurry to sell as many bowls as possible, as he will just rant at you for the slightest reasons. So much for earning as much as possible... Estimated time of consumption: (cold noodles) 2 minutes - (very hot noodles) 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The $2 economical rice. It really depends on how much you can buy with the $2. If you are a regular customer i.e canoeist, soccer boy, big eater, 2 dollars usually get you in the range of 4-5 dishes regardless whether it's vegetable or meat. If you are a JH1 or SH1 or your first time eating from this store, $2 will get you 3 dishes if you order from the uncle and 2 dishes when you order from aunty. This explains the disparity in the length of the queue, although the distinction is starting to get blurry. Estimated time of consumption*: 10 minutes for peak-half hour queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prata? Finally Prata Hut is selling Prata. I thought it was going to change its stall name. But it decided to change its menu instead. Now that's more like it. Even though I haven't really tried, some people commented it wasn't very bad. Should try some day once I recover from the Laxative. Estimated time for consumption: 5 minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-7122666706986512268?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/7122666706986512268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=7122666706986512268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7122666706986512268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/7122666706986512268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-you-should-eat-when-you-only-got.html' title='what you should eat when you only got 30 minutes'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-5528754593130092742</id><published>2009-02-20T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:01:11.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking in the night</title><content type='html'>Walking is a good exercise, especially after a heavy meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt really nice to have someone to talk to also while walking so you won't be so sian :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, my Devil Voodoo has a new name, Horney! Yes, it's horny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-5528754593130092742?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/5528754593130092742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=5528754593130092742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5528754593130092742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/5528754593130092742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/walking-in-night.html' title='walking in the night'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-6169133181639872932</id><published>2009-02-18T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:49:52.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate curry yong tau foo</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's hot, it's thick and it isn't tasty especially too many people cook it. Too many cooks spoil the broth (curry). I shall (try to) avoid it as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I tried curry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yong tau foo&lt;/span&gt; was in some cold snowy place. It was more like fresh cold ice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yong tau foo&lt;/span&gt;. The gravy on top of all the dishes were very thick and heavy and it made me want to puke. Didn't even know how and why I ended up tasting it. Akin to participating Fear Factor. But I would not really go for it even if money was offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's curry &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yong tau foo&lt;/span&gt; was like 3/10. But I quickly recovered from it by drinking lots of icy water to cool the spice. Anyway it's just a normal dish, so I shouldn't be too picky about food and fuss too much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never get used to that feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-6169133181639872932?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/6169133181639872932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=6169133181639872932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6169133181639872932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/6169133181639872932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-curry-yong-tau-foo.html' title='i hate curry yong tau foo'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-3028588280515706903</id><published>2009-02-12T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:09:43.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facade</title><content type='html'>People sure like to hide, be it secrets, their unglamourous moments, or physically being away from the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some use it for defense, while others use it to get the better of others. I sure am not a person who likes to hide, because I hate acting. Not saying drama actors are on my blacklist, just trying to mean that I'm a very straightforward person. It even gets to the extent where I believe everything I view on the surface is truly what it is inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the famous phrase "Never judge a book by its cover" holds its value very well even up till today. So don't be deceived by the superficial meaning of one's actions or words. Read between the lines. Think and think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Valentine's is coming... can you feel the love in the air? I think I'll be celebrating it with OAC over Orientation Camp. Hopefully it will be a successful one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-3028588280515706903?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/3028588280515706903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=3028588280515706903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3028588280515706903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/3028588280515706903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/facade.html' title='facade'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-741405681667832501</id><published>2009-02-04T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:24:24.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months and going</title><content type='html'>After working for about 5 months as a VP, I've slowly come to realise the challenges I have to face up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before even becoming part of the EXCO, the immediate problems I saw in my CCA was merely the "idiocraproblem" , and how to go about unifying the CCA as one. As my term slowly progresses, I saw many newer problems, such as the JH/SH intake quota, punctuality, attitude, discipline. Some other problems which I never really thought should exist actually started to surface. When these things happen, you naturally want to trace the problem to its root source. So I began reflecting whether I had done my job properly, or is it them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conveniently, I would want to point fingers and push the blame, because it's the easiest way to wash myself from all the guilt. But I cannot do that because I don't even know whether I was in the wrong in the first place. So the best solution is to assume I'm always in the wrong and continue to strive for improvement in the conducting of our activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the EXCO puts in more and more effort in the planning and proposal of each activity, it always seems that we are not able to achieve what we had expected for every Wednesday. There always exists a slight inefficiency in our running of programs. I admit that sometimes we do not have enough time and put less effort in the planning, but that doesn't give members the right to put in 50% or even less of your attitude when participating. Making an event a successful one for you and I is a two-way affair; both parties should make the effort in participating actively in order to achieve the level of fun that we all want and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time we want to get members motivated and work towards certain goals such as taking part in certain adventure races, runs or similar competitions, it is always met with negative response, or it's always the same few who are interested. Then when we want to get you all interested in OAC activities by planning some light-hearted activities, some may think we are too slack. Whenever we punish members for breaking club rules, some start to complain we are showing UG-behaviour and are being too strict. I mean, what can I do to satisfy everyone, or at least the majority? I'm stumped here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at past batches of OAC members, I can sense that our seniors are really more passionate about OAC and are more attached to it. The EXCO is trying to bond members through different activities like group cycling, structure building and even PT, hoping that through these activities, members are able to display teamwork and thus gain a new level of trust amongst each other. *edited* I do understand that some members are juggling two CCAs at once, and some regard OAC as their second CCA, so they do not attend OAC as often as we want them to. We try our best to accomodate everyone without compromising the quality and quantity of our activities, but members do have to understand the consequences of not being able to handle 2 CCAs at the same time. I myself am already unable to commit to Table Tennis with OAC and schoolwork to juggle, and thus planning to quit Table Tennis. It may seem like a fickle and selfish decision, but a good, fast and clean break from a commitment you cannot commit to is much better than having one leg on one boat and another leg on another boat, because eventually the person is going to fall into the water and efforts made by the boats' crew to save you will be futile and wasted. Similarly, I hope those who have 2 CCAs and can manage can continue their perserverance, and those who have 2 CCAs and feel like their CCA life being compromised to take the initiative and step out. *edited*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still remain optimistic about the future of my CCA. There is still hope if we try. If you guys are willing to change for the better, we can work together and really bring our CCA to "greater heights".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-741405681667832501?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/741405681667832501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=741405681667832501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/741405681667832501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/741405681667832501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-months-and-going.html' title='5 months and going'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-2785409808200271629</id><published>2009-02-04T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:57:40.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired now in school</title><content type='html'>Sian. Waiting for GC to start.. I fell asleep again during Econs lecture.. Can't believe I missed out so much. Now Chapter 6 is gone already and I'm not really sure what I'm learning. Looks like I have to start working hard and start revising over the weekend..if I have the time. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-2785409808200271629?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/2785409808200271629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=2785409808200271629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2785409808200271629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/2785409808200271629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-tired-now-in-school.html' title='so tired now in school'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-752472872632487131</id><published>2009-02-03T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:55:31.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2-min blogging'/><title type='text'>2-min blogging (4)</title><content type='html'>First time blogging in school. And i bet i can do this in 2 mins. Haha. Now i'm having gp lecture by dorothy chua. Keep dozing off intermittently. Hais. A while more and i will be liberated. Lalala. Ciao later get caught by yashi not good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-752472872632487131?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/752472872632487131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=752472872632487131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/752472872632487131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/752472872632487131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-min-blogging-4.html' title='2-min blogging (4)'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845698715067819853.post-8646007104104891939</id><published>2009-01-29T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T00:36:06.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2-min blogging'/><title type='text'>2 min blogging (3)</title><content type='html'>Tired ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, if it isn't homework, then it must CCA. Nothing else in between except stress. Oh well, this is my life isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least today I get to blog and tell you all that I'm feeling shagged. For the past week, many things have happened, and I never really had the opportunity or felt like saying it out because I wasn't in the right state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at least I feel a little better. Lesser worries probably lengthens my lifespan a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845698715067819853-8646007104104891939?l=ironico2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/feeds/8646007104104891939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845698715067819853&amp;postID=8646007104104891939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8646007104104891939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845698715067819853/posts/default/8646007104104891939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ironico2.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-min-blogging-3.html' title='2 min blogging (3)'/><author><name>Kaka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09564652040496350796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NYcFul_wZMM/SFTLAeUJNsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/j_pFfohNxNk/S220/trashed.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
