<?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-8648866</id><updated>2012-02-11T12:36:33.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rakcentwong.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-5854334254622046750?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5854334254622046750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=5854334254622046750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/5854334254622046750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/5854334254622046750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5854334254622046750' title='hmm'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-1486986358362275613</id><published>2009-06-10T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:17:20.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same</title><content type='html'>Its all like a dream with the same old ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please tell just what is so wrong with me, or is it this is all what i deserved after giving out my 300% of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all the same, i hate to be so graceful, i'm no saint, and i aren't keen to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it got be me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 times, 7 different stories, 7 different leads, 1 same ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still i cannot understand just what is wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-1486986358362275613?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1486986358362275613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=1486986358362275613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/1486986358362275613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/1486986358362275613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#1486986358362275613' title='Same'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-2971704665754872729</id><published>2009-05-19T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:27:23.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those who feels that Life is UNFAIR. think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be ugly&lt;br /&gt;You may be pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tall?&lt;br /&gt;Short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strucked&lt;/span&gt; by lightnings for no good reason ( You should not be here anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Get knocked down by some drunkards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just not as bad as you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strucked&lt;/span&gt; by some weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deaease&lt;/span&gt; that made me feel weak everyday, and till now, no doctors or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sinseh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; seen can explain why logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself, well for no good reasons, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;strucked&lt;/span&gt; by this stupid problem, at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the poor folks over in Africa, i know you can't read this, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure you all live the happiest life over mere simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who somehow couldn't make it to the 30 mark, i know you can't read this too. But at least you don't have to suffer torturing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;deceases&lt;/span&gt; when you are old..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are born stupid, at least you are innocent enough to stay contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;orphan&lt;/span&gt;, a retard, poor and filthy, at least you don't have to get stressed over getting robbed, raped or kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the people who think they got the best of the world, beauty, charisma, wealth and health. think again. you will be the first target for rapist, kidnappers, robbers, molester and terror attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now do you still think the world is unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the people who are born poor, starved, retarded, without parents and still get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;strike&lt;/span&gt; by lightning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;somemore&lt;/span&gt;. At least you don't have to live to suffer for that long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-2971704665754872729?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2971704665754872729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=2971704665754872729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2971704665754872729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2971704665754872729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2971704665754872729' title=''/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-2341971882668812924</id><published>2009-05-19T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:11:33.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>Some say " A good day is a day which you are still alive"&lt;br /&gt;Someone else said " A good day is the day you strike lottery"&lt;br /&gt;I say " A good day is a day you live like your last day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've many thoughts about life recently, can't explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised the things that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; realised is much more horror than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told Doris before, any many might also know, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna tell anyone that happened to be here who happened to be so dead for so long what is it that i think life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a game, a game that ends when you are finished.&lt;br /&gt;A game that can't restart, a game where the 'OFF' button get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stucked&lt;/span&gt; when you off it. A game when you quit, you quit. A game where all your accomplishments will not go to you when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gameover&lt;/span&gt;, they will go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;remaining&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;game players&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most horrible thing about this game is that. There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;absolute&lt;/span&gt; no place for you to load your last saved game. The Game saves every minute, second, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;milliseconds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, L4D, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hitman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt;, CS, whatever game you play. You can choose to explore, die and restart, wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;respawn&lt;/span&gt;, someone to revive you or read up on FAQs. for the game of life. you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only have one chance, and no mercies for game violators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;temptation&lt;/span&gt; of criminal acts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bothers&lt;/span&gt; you, think about this game, is that how you wanna play it? Remember, no restarts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-2341971882668812924?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2341971882668812924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=2341971882668812924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2341971882668812924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2341971882668812924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#2341971882668812924' title='Game'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-8594127860418179927</id><published>2008-12-17T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:00:32.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inf'</title><content type='html'>Few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends were into this conversation about changing social circles and the power of influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how powerful peer influence can change even the finest mentality one has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer influence, often used by teachers in my secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;Often used to illustrate what we did was influenced by our friends, and we should get away from them or don't follow them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But than again, who influenced our friends who are supposed to influence us in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;And who influenced the people who influenced our friends who did the same thing to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so what will happened if 2 or more friends influenced you differently and what will you end up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is 1 gonna get out of this influential thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i have my own set of analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gonna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that its not today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to knock off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-8594127860418179927?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8594127860418179927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=8594127860418179927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8594127860418179927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8594127860418179927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8594127860418179927' title='Inf&apos;'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-7976323104113933776</id><published>2008-12-08T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:54:51.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woot</title><content type='html'>Probaly a week ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on this bus heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i saw this young girl, fantastic figure and a slightly above national average look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walked up closely behind her, they didnt talk, but somehow i feel they are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right here i thought. "damn, if this fellow is your bf, you should just die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, when they alight, this very below national standard man is holding that girl's HAND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next i wouldn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i drew a conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY WOMAN GOES TO UGLY MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i didn't just grab this sentence from the air, its through EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, i see a damn pretty girl kissing a fUGLY man, i felt... unjust. I FELT, what's the world is coming to. EVEN sugar daddy has to look macho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL well well, some saints might say. NO! looks doesn't matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i say, IT DOES!. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe a little bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your GF/BF has erm..&lt;br /&gt;Messy hair with dandruff falling like chritsmas never ends&lt;br /&gt;Untrimmed fingernails with lots of chocalate chips stucked in between&lt;br /&gt;Matured pimples all over his oily face with that pimple's "juice" dangling on his face.&lt;br /&gt;Chunky black teeth with many holes.&lt;br /&gt;Fatty saggy meat all over weighing more than 200KG&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you kiss him? hug him? and hold his hands walking into Grand Hyatt for a posh dinner with the waiter thinking that a begger is coming in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES YES!!! you will say that! i know. Because he's rich!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. He's damn filthy poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINKKKKKKKKKKK again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't feel sad if your boy is like what i mentioned. you guys have true love, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the middle looking people out there, if you are looking for a pretty girlfriend, go be ugly. go be fat. you can try. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened me people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-7976323104113933776?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7976323104113933776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=7976323104113933776' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7976323104113933776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7976323104113933776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#7976323104113933776' title='woot'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-6455618549861621612</id><published>2008-12-08T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:35:57.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>this was taken from 2 years back, i can't remember if it was a fact or just another story made up. HA. but it still manage to make me laugh... at my own stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's concern is... Was it a trend? That plumb little boys must learn to act cute?Spare me space to emphasis, Plumb Little , let me stress abit over here. Plumb Little refers to people who are rounded and compressed, simply means FAT and SHORT if you took out the root words. So? Fat Shorties must learn to act cute?uhuh.Why is it that Fat Shorties must learn to act cute?Nation Concern Researcher NCR had found out that for the past few years of 10 years, the term "Act Cute" came into use. It pin points at people who trys to act cute. Well i know this doesn't explains alot but the Acting cute is just Acting cute, what else would you expect?According to the statistc, the majority believed that people act cute to attract attention due to the lack of self confidence attention and attributes. They act cute to be cute and act cute to act cute. Okay.They act cute to attract girls of all types, black, white, tall, short, fat , skinny and abnormal girls.They act cute so that their cuteness would cover up the lack of attributes they have which is charisma. This type of people usually have less charisma and higher talent level. They are born with the art of cute acting.But, cute acting is a double edged sword, it srikes at both ends. Acting cute have a 44% chance of self-damage to the user and a 89% chance of males hatred. So only a few percent works, even on girls. So why still act cute? That's because that's their only chance.However, NRC had also shown that the charism of PL boys increased if they don't act cute, the chance of getting more attraction increased with their maturity and puberty level.So in summary, Plumb little boys act cute to attract attention and its not a MUST that this is essential, and of course, its NOT a trend as only people with too much stupidity would be affected.So the moral of the story is..Learn to be mature, Learn to attract the opposite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-6455618549861621612?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6455618549861621612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=6455618549861621612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6455618549861621612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6455618549861621612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#6455618549861621612' title='History'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-8721120075875929617</id><published>2008-12-03T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:51:15.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOB</title><content type='html'>Promode Life = .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people are nice, but the work is $#&amp;amp;^%*^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;and that SCB is ^%#&amp;amp;%$&amp;amp;^%%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm more certained in one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year or probably a few more years for some, when you find a job, you MUST MUST MUST find a job that you enjoy working, of course with a resonable pay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because doing a job that you don't like is seriously... frankly... unbearable. especially with low &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;low pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember i saw this quote somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If you enjoy your job, you are not working"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you don't work? Yes you can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an enjoyable job than.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-8721120075875929617?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8721120075875929617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=8721120075875929617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8721120075875929617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8721120075875929617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8721120075875929617' title='JOB'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-3336154311741780422</id><published>2008-11-29T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:35:33.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions Disclosed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt; the following information may seemed highly sensitive to some, exit immediately if you feel uncomfortable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The following claims are the general/summary views of a group of people, it does not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wholly&lt;/span&gt; represent any individuals' opinions even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the one writing it ( actually it doesn't include my own opinions, strictly no bias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; feel any strong feelings towards the comments although they may be 100% true to the heart but not entirely accurate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VICKS&lt;/span&gt;: In general, she let the class feels that she's friendly, and some even get closer to her even though they already close, very approachable and nice, no negative thoughts, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BRD&lt;/span&gt;: Quite okay, that's what most people say, pretty neutral feelings towards him, but there's still a minor percentage feeling a little... disappointed. Well that's what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOS: A very emotional Japanese guy who is nice? A very N.I.C.E. person who the people referred as MR. HARDWORKING for the first time since his first day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PDI&lt;/span&gt;. Some people also feels neutral towards him, no hard feelings if you exclude the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JAS&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ahuh&lt;/span&gt;! the one who keep having "Shag", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;" hanging on his lips till everybody feels the same than he happy. He don't seemed to be at once in a good mood, always very moody and shaggy like as if a truck of whores had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;roded&lt;/span&gt; him the day before, but at least he don't mood swings. Mr Shaggy is known to do last min works. Well. Like you, like me, everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WT: The thing is interesting, really interesting, up to 90% of hard feelings but its okay, at least is not 100. 1 person, 1 says that they each had no hard feelings for each others, so they are cool. While others started screaming words like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bootlicker&lt;/span&gt;, self-centred, bitch and things like that. Very dependent on her superiors and she attempts ball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;juggling&lt;/span&gt; as i analysed from the comments. She begged for help but never once helped, that's what they said. Treated everyone like a slave, a ugly bitch as what they called, should get grades below a B in order to justify what others had done for her. 1 more person does admired her beauty, she's nice and cute, i meant act cute, but still selfish and self-centred, try to act strong but everybody knows she's weak and one last thing, she cut into queue of getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TSO&lt;/span&gt; help. I don't know how true was that. but still, very interesting. How does nice explained itself? i don't know....Act nice? a great actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MX&lt;/span&gt;: One of the nicest girl in class, but still envy by others when she can complete her prototype in a day or something. No much comments, very nice girl i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;CHA&lt;/span&gt;: A funny guy who loves only winning, first impressions were, anti-social and fierce due to his stern look, but overall, the comments were NICE. He was also complimented for being daring to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;umbrella&lt;/span&gt; project, what about the lift cleaner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt;: Some thought he's really nice, even though they do not talk to him much, he looks tired always, have to sleep more! and perhaps No. 1 in archery, not so no.1 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;fyp&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;RAK&lt;/span&gt;: Stupid Malaysian, what does that got to do with my nationality? very cocky and super funny, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;uhuh&lt;/span&gt;. Well I don't know if i should put the other positive comments down, maybe i shall pass, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a Mr. NICE, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wahhahahah&lt;/span&gt;. BUT i SWEAR i had included all negative feelings to towards me. that's all. maybe some find it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;inconvenient&lt;/span&gt; to say, but for the people who said, there's really nothing much. Those who regretted! leave a message in the comment box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;WCH&lt;/span&gt;: Mr. Putty, no more Mr. Muscles, super duper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ZAI&lt;/span&gt;! a super nice guy with matured thinking, hey he's already over 20! Some had said the moments spent with him was very crazy and memorable, fun filling and really fun, fun fun fun. Wonder if the ones saying all these are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAT: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.. that's all they said. She's humble and modest even though favored by the lecturers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;TSO&lt;/span&gt;, but its a pity to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Yuet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Shi's&lt;/span&gt; friend, you will know why later. She's also sometimes spotted in the Pet's corner for the lecturers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Abit&lt;/span&gt; fake and basically a mood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;depender&lt;/span&gt;, well who wants to smile when the mood is down? A welcomed girl? you judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;YS&lt;/span&gt;: A very surprising result , always spotted in the pet's corner trying hard to beg for a walk, made quite a few enemies and people thought she's was a nice girl though, well that's the beginning, she started doing things that made others fell .... ( what's that?) Quite selfish as she's always spotted bugging onto someone to help and refused others to interfere. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Occasionally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to The Thing, likes to show off and the way she speaks is. Frankly..... unbearable. Thought that she's very popular, maybe she's right, but on the hate list instead. Seduced the lecturers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;TSO&lt;/span&gt; ( wow), her chair design was also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;criticised&lt;/span&gt; to be... useless, uncomfortable and pointless. Also known to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sarcastically&lt;/span&gt; defaming others' project. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! Okay, some says she's nice though, so her fans, please don't feel bad, drop a comments to neutralise this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM: Mr. Cool, that's one said. Always scold people but in the inside, he's nice and really nice. Some thought. Simple project, but cool poster. I haven't seen that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;LCH&lt;/span&gt;: Only positive thoughts. A really nice friend who always help the others, also very sweet at times, caring and very "loving", always very real and truthful. Many thanks to him for being such a good friend, he had also successfully change other's impression towards him, a guaranteed friend even 10 years down the road. Impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIC: Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; guy, who always share and share and share, no more he will give everything he has, a selfless guy. Mr. Wise Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MT: Ugly bitch, selfish and always self-centered, full of bullshit and rubbish. No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nonono&lt;/span&gt;. How is that possible when she's so nice? Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Nicey&lt;/span&gt; and always very helpful, never stop to help people, just that she can't fight. why does she needs to fight anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;JSN&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Attidute&lt;/span&gt; guy, hated by some and very arrogant. Everyone is helping him, but he himself gave up, always always in his own tiny world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IVY: One that can take jokes, even jokes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;targeting&lt;/span&gt; her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;physique&lt;/span&gt;, very ON, and very sporty, very fun girl and always as sweet as ever. A very nice friend to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;BJM&lt;/span&gt;: Neutral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HT: all that i saw were. Pointless, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; at its peak, like a piece of shit and too furious to leave a comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;TSO&lt;/span&gt;/Lecturers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAY: Best man, good job and super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIN: Got a big problem with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;PDI&lt;/span&gt; and very not nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;TMT&lt;/span&gt;: Helpful though, but helped the wrong person, seduced by the thing and very horny when it comes to girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;TKH&lt;/span&gt;: very pervert and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;naggy&lt;/span&gt;, the only compliments were he made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Yuet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Shi&lt;/span&gt; waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;TKY&lt;/span&gt;: Bossy and sometimes helpful but still arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAR: neutral, just favored Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON: teaches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of things but still the way of controlling is already outdated, we don't like being shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIC: Some thought he's very bias and fake and hated him for being so nice to the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;TAK&lt;/span&gt;: closed minded person but still very nice and warm like a daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOO: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Abit&lt;/span&gt; lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;PDI&lt;/span&gt; knowledge and way too bias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-3336154311741780422?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3336154311741780422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=3336154311741780422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/3336154311741780422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/3336154311741780422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3336154311741780422' title='Opinions Disclosed'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-8781944798380861109</id><published>2008-11-23T22:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:02:16.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions for FYP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to protect the good people, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; rephrase everything and post as one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So which means you don't have to worry about your writing style leaking you out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your comments are valuable and totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So let's start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TSO&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lecturers&lt;/span&gt; now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt;, let's have a thrashing session!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are 3 links for you leave your comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to worry. All opinions are totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; and you can write as many as you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will post everything out to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; classmates 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=IwW62FgbVJ10bKv9bI_2fHRQ_3d_3d"&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=IwW62FgbVJ10bKv9bI_2fHRQ_3d_3d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; classmates 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=wuFaIYkco6wk4DUiZGDNtw_3d_3d"&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=wuFaIYkco6wk4DUiZGDNtw_3d_3d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TSO&lt;/span&gt;/Lecturers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=40RWfFuewl6VNqLgPfm5XQ_3d_3d"&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=40RWfFuewl6VNqLgPfm5XQ_3d_3d&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=IwW62FgbVJ10bKv9bI_2fHRQ_3d_3d"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-8781944798380861109?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8781944798380861109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=8781944798380861109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8781944798380861109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8781944798380861109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#8781944798380861109' title='Opinions for FYP'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-1689633708280880102</id><published>2008-11-20T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:59:51.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title black</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SSWGE-lJjgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fvVF1annhV4/s1600-h/S1031479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270766358983446018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SSWGE-lJjgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fvVF1annhV4/s400/S1031479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a while ago, i realised most of the things i use are black.&lt;br /&gt;probably just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coincident&lt;/span&gt;, but i there's more to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting from bottom left clockwise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LG &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Viewty&lt;/span&gt;, a phone which i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt; use any money to buy, i simply traded my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;laoya&lt;/span&gt; phone with my mum, maybe you can try at home if your mum is using something that is simply better and you think as her child, she should give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative Zen X-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt;, probably the best budget MP3 player ever designed. just a look at X-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt;, i needn't say much. I bought it after selling probably the worst MP3 player, the Apple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; Touch. And you! as an apple fan might be thinking " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;" how can. obviously cheated by the elegance of this sleek device, this player had failed its primary function as a MP3 player, it's sound quality seriously... seriously.. sucks. Although it had did well in other secondary areas, but i still have to say goodbye to him after a few months of service. I just can't take this shit anymore! For pure music enjoyment, forget about the touch. go for the lower end rivals that's half the price with better quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Alpha 200, got this beauty together with that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tele&lt;/span&gt; lens at the back in the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;comex&lt;/span&gt; show. Its really good, trust me. how good? call me. I bought it with loan from my mum, i had since paid fully with interests. I'm not a spoilt brat, i can save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;HVL&lt;/span&gt; 58 AM Flash, just got it 2 weeks ago, fantastic, and i love it. Still on credit debts, but its worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;, my old loyal buddy. I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-1689633708280880102?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1689633708280880102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=1689633708280880102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/1689633708280880102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/1689633708280880102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1689633708280880102' title='Title black'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SSWGE-lJjgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fvVF1annhV4/s72-c/S1031479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-4100558155291066040</id><published>2008-11-19T11:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:44:43.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls Jugglers</title><content type='html'>You can't just please everyone can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't just be friends with the world and enemies to no one can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something, just something struck me today with an opinion against me which i think is so not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that one moment, my defensive instincts had tempted me to confront what is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i realise the change in me had made me more prone to attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are feeling that same frustrations as i am right now, and your body is moving ahead of your mind, hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can please everyone, forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like you are please with everyone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why think about going around and argue what's right and wrong and hope that opinions will be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to move on, and leave the ones still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; here to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing for sure, do your research and talk when things are confirmed, probably that's you, and probably the problem is me. BUT still "I don't like it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pulling back and so should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you had said was rumors and now here's the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Balls Juggling, a term used to describe someone literally touching and feeling the sex organ of someone ( usually a man) to make him feel high and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of Balls Jugglers are everywhere, they appear in almost all trades and places you can think of, whether its for money, promotions or marks. Balls Juggling seemed like an alternative to gain what one's need by making one happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crude example is a women wanting money, and she becomes a whore, juggling balls of men physically to get what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls Jugglers when not professional enough will be despise and mocked at. Take a look at the difference between Social &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Escorts&lt;/span&gt; and Whores, they are typically the same, and they admitted they are. But somehow the more professional ones seemed to have a better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reputation&lt;/span&gt; than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we are, into today's topic, about a novice Ball Juggler who had did the job so bad, other than the balls owner, everyone else is unhappy, not because their balls are hanging by themselves but actually they just despise balls juggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee and tea, sweets and cookies, the ideal cheap tools used by novice Jugglers. They work out quite effectively, but many a time, side effects &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about this woman, who strive so hard to achieve the very best, but her power are limited, and in order to gain greater heights, she attempted balls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;juggling&lt;/span&gt;, ignoring all side effects that are stated on the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside this box of tactics, there's only one manual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruction for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;beginners&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;voluntarily&lt;/span&gt;, or tea perhaps, forget about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;claiming&lt;/span&gt; the bills and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; your target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare some sweets and cookies for a conference and secretly placed them on your target's table. Your target will be pleased to have them when their throats are dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag along for lunch or high tea, and discuss about their great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree with them and never oppose their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;opinions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from people that your target do not like, stick with the "good' people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: Side effects may occur, used with cautions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she did, the desperate her followed every details, turning herself into someone she herself probably don't know too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She served up coffee and tea during the meeting, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; placing sweets for the hungry prey, and for once, forgetting to prepare the bait, she took from her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;colleague&lt;/span&gt; and offered her targets a handful of them, not giving any credits to the sweet owners. This is where the side effects occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are talking behind her back, and yet she do not know, slowly, day by day, the side effect worsen, friends became foes and the story continues....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-4100558155291066040?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4100558155291066040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=4100558155291066040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/4100558155291066040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/4100558155291066040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#4100558155291066040' title='Balls Jugglers'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-6276414863215833697</id><published>2008-11-19T01:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:52:32.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One room One man</title><content type='html'>Its 1:01 am as i type, is not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; suffering from some kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isnomia&lt;/span&gt; or whatever can't sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;, just that i had slept way too much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FYP&lt;/span&gt; is finally ending, and seriously i thought if i would be given another chance to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fyp&lt;/span&gt; again, i will, with this bunch of really cool people. Of course i don't mean EVERYBODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we can all click rather well, except some weirdos who keep on isolating themselves in their self-built 4 walls with no doors and windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My objective today is not to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt; how good my new friends are, although they are fantastic but all i want to say today is how BAD some were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to gossip, no doubt, BUT now, i will not gossip, I rant. to speak in anger and attack with complains, there's what i meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a always a saying like "talk straight into my face if you dare, don't turn around my back and gossip like a pussy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly just how many people can be so cruel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;insensitive&lt;/span&gt; and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;overcame&lt;/span&gt; by fury so much to the extent to hurt somebody with strong words, especially someone who is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought i can spit straight into the person's cheek and throw my frustrations out in my early few years, and now i realise, i am not inhumane enough to do that. Or rather should i say i don't see the point. I always felt regretted quarreling, even if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; right. Sometime i wish i could just take in everything and put them on my burden load, and wish the sky will show mercy by stopping in time all that's suppose to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the me is that i will not hold back any attacks that's going against me as long as my natural instinct is still enabled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my body won't allow me to make the first step, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like a shield, a shield which can only attack by reflecting attacks. well i guess that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple logic actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture yourself in a room, a room with many people. Now that's your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started to pick up the tools and begin crafting a piece of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you are strong, and you thought all you need was yourself to complete this task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job was tough, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;struggled&lt;/span&gt; with all your might with eyes of the public watching you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came to you and offered his most gracious help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sneered and rejected him, you thought it can make you stronger but you had just made a pathetic decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A women came to you and asked if assistance was needed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did the same decision to make yourself feel stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;humiliated&lt;/span&gt; and unwanted the women left the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, an artist ask for your help to hold his paint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you replied was "No"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist felt rejected, and indeed he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the news spread, and the people began to leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, all is left was yourself and one man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonderful peace you thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, as the man watches your patient work with sweat all over your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He offered a towel, but instead of thanking, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;demand&lt;/span&gt; the man to leave you alone and claimed " I am strong, I don't need help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gracious man indeed left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days passed, your work was done, and its time to transfer this huge stone to the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You struggled to lift it up with your tired body, and only manage a few steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reached the doors, only to find someone is needed to open the door for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You yelled for help, but nobody response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to turn the knob and hold the statue at the same time, you fell and the sculpture collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You blame that nobody is willing to help and claimed 求人不如求己.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that replied was silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world moves on outside your own empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man just can't live alone can he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why we live in a place call society&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought the only way to help yourself is to help yourself, than what about 助人如助己. To help others is like helping yourself. Which is more effective? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the story rewinds, you accepted the man's help, or you rejected mannerly, you help the artist, and probably your room will still be filled with people, more people. And the sculpture that you had crafted would be probably a group of people instead of a sorrowful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up, "Balls Juggle" if you know what i meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-6276414863215833697?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6276414863215833697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=6276414863215833697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6276414863215833697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6276414863215833697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#6276414863215833697' title='One room One man'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-3498107811248715064</id><published>2008-11-03T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T22:08:42.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The time is here&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SQ8FuXNmbzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HpOsVyIrk50/s1600-h/sony_hvl_f58am_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264432783482580786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SQ8FuXNmbzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HpOsVyIrk50/s400/sony_hvl_f58am_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; don't ask me why&lt;br /&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/8648866-3498107811248715064?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3498107811248715064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=3498107811248715064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/3498107811248715064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/3498107811248715064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3498107811248715064' title='why?'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SQ8FuXNmbzI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HpOsVyIrk50/s72-c/sony_hvl_f58am_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-7156509838366662227</id><published>2008-10-13T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:55:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyer Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt; day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and my darling and I went flying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my darling had been pestering me for weeks and here we are!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256579129703092978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMe3i-vUvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Md9EhPkfxq8/s400/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt; was very inaccessible, no direct passage or things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very stupid quarrel and end up on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;seperate&lt;/span&gt; ways, temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doris: where you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doris: Don't angry la, i treat you ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she always say treat treat treat but she never did, always end up me treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i sent her a message, bring my ice cream to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doris: where is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; garden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: find yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before that i never know the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;existance&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; garden in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Suntec&lt;/span&gt; City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually a pond behind tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;roma&lt;/span&gt; in the basement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After like 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, i sent a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint near the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there she is, the self-acclaimed smart but not so smart girl found me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with no ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;annie&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to eat? we always have eating problem, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;doris&lt;/span&gt; close her eye and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tikam&lt;/span&gt; on the directory board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Izakaya&lt;/span&gt; or something like that, its a japan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;MOF&lt;/span&gt; in marina sq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above average food with excellent service. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;servce&lt;/span&gt; is really at the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's about 15 floor staff in an area like for 80capacity like that. so can you imagine the service speed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We commented that guy Ravi for super pro service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are on the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Flyer&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMkz3dHBQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OupgsV2658w/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256585663549474050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMkz3dHBQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/OupgsV2658w/s400/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eh got somebody here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMk0QUNNtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8DxrFhbUdWQ/s1600-h/DSC00075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256585670223017682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMk0QUNNtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8DxrFhbUdWQ/s400/DSC00075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMk0tfRSkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zAuCA7oC_1A/s1600-h/DSC00076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256585678054050370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMk0tfRSkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zAuCA7oC_1A/s400/DSC00076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how are you? wait for me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMmsSOkyHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZY_ggOfA8jo/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256587732320569458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMmsSOkyHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZY_ggOfA8jo/s400/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got an exclusive at the end of the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256587756065771538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMmtqr30BI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9MPWpQq6hBY/s400/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;though i got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;DSLR&lt;/span&gt; in hand, but still can't a good shot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lousy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Second, No tripod&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Third, at night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So if anyone can take a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nightshot&lt;/span&gt; with low noise and handheld. please.... its IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMmtGMgD8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/qbNNavA63GY/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256587746270515138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMmtGMgD8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/qbNNavA63GY/s400/DSC00123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Night time is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;defineltly&lt;/span&gt; a good time to ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;flyer&lt;/span&gt;, but a bad time to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMmtNyzoZI/AAAAAAAAAF8/cdp4xFwKXik/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMkz8Bpn1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/q460UbpvB-U/s1600-h/DSC00073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMk00WMc4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/inmFd4SuBTE/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256585679895032706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMk00WMc4I/AAAAAAAAAFk/inmFd4SuBTE/s400/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway if u really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;insits&lt;/span&gt; to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nightshot&lt;/span&gt;, bring a tripod. or pumped your ISO to the max to see those dirty grains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-7156509838366662227?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7156509838366662227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=7156509838366662227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7156509838366662227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7156509838366662227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7156509838366662227' title='Flyer Day!'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SPMe3i-vUvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Md9EhPkfxq8/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-1513901217151101126</id><published>2008-10-13T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:06:30.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2932810611/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2932810611_1f0c244147_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2932810611/"&gt;Red Flowers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rakcent/"&gt;rakcent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camera: Sony DSLR-A200 &lt;br /&gt;Exposure: 0.002 sec (1/500) &lt;br /&gt;Aperture: f/5.6 &lt;br /&gt;Focal Length: 300 mm &lt;br /&gt;ISO Speed: 320 &lt;br /&gt;Exposure Bias: 0/10 EV &lt;br /&gt;Flash: Flash did not fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-1513901217151101126?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1513901217151101126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=1513901217151101126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/1513901217151101126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/1513901217151101126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1513901217151101126' title='Redity'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2932810611_1f0c244147_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-7666622006600447079</id><published>2008-10-11T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:46:30.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2929948305/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3016/2929948305_b0718bb790_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2929948305/"&gt;OT&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rakcent/"&gt;rakcent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camera: Sony DSLR-A200 &lt;br /&gt;Exposure: 0.006 sec (1/160) &lt;br /&gt;Aperture: f/13 &lt;br /&gt;Focal Length: 55 mm &lt;br /&gt;ISO Speed: 100 &lt;br /&gt;Exposure Bias: 0/10 EV &lt;br /&gt;Flash: Flash did not fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-7666622006600447079?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7666622006600447079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=7666622006600447079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7666622006600447079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7666622006600447079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7666622006600447079' title='OT'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3016/2929948305_b0718bb790_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-2467608337420591366</id><published>2008-10-11T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:45:50.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanghai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2929948827/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2929948827_3feeae36db_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2929948827/"&gt;Shanghai&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rakcent/"&gt;rakcent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sony DSLR-A200 &lt;br /&gt;Exposure: 1.3 sec (13/10) &lt;br /&gt;Aperture: f/4.5 &lt;br /&gt;Focal Length: 26 mm &lt;br /&gt;ISO Speed: 100 &lt;br /&gt;Exposure Bias: 0/10 EV &lt;br /&gt;Flash: Flash did not fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-2467608337420591366?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2467608337420591366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=2467608337420591366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2467608337420591366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2467608337420591366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2467608337420591366' title='Shanghai'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3014/2929948827_3feeae36db_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-1885935836923497657</id><published>2008-10-10T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:58:45.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Limit 70</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2834344237/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2834344237_78debe93be_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2834344237/"&gt;Speed Limit 70&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rakcent/"&gt;rakcent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My work of ART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera: Sony DSLR-A200 &lt;br /&gt;Exposure: 10 sec (10) &lt;br /&gt;Aperture: f/16 &lt;br /&gt;Focal Length: 70 mm &lt;br /&gt;ISO Speed: 100 &lt;br /&gt;Exposure Bias: 0/10 EV &lt;br /&gt;Flash: Flash did not fire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-1885935836923497657?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/1885935836923497657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=1885935836923497657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/1885935836923497657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/1885935836923497657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1885935836923497657' title='Speed Limit 70'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2834344237_78debe93be_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-8954834895871192992</id><published>2008-10-10T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:48:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emcee of the day</title><content type='html'>Mr Tan Ah Kow, director of blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Mr Kow Tan Ah, director of bleah bleah bleah&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;Distinguished Guests&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Can you imagine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine me being the EMCEE for some kinda prize presentation ceremony for some kinda smart alecks from some kinda courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Emcee, ladies and gentleman, you are right, i'm no wrong, Its M.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMMMMM CCCCCCCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its SUPER DUPER x 100 &lt;em&gt;siannnn and retardddddddded&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it all happened one &lt;em&gt;FINE &lt;/em&gt;day in the PDI workshop, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actually is today lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sawing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ringgggg.... ( Fly me to the moon, where...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello?&lt;br /&gt;ys: ms foo finding you&lt;br /&gt;me: for?&lt;br /&gt;ys: Don't know leh, just come la&lt;br /&gt;me: why?&lt;br /&gt;ys: because ms foo finding you&lt;br /&gt;me: for?&lt;br /&gt;ys: Don't know leh........ F* off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beeppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Foo: read this script&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw all those standard bobibi words and phrases used by mc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: emcee? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms foo: nonono, just read. * smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I never read a script, have you seen me holding a script before for ppt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms foo: den u can memorise, no problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I can't memorise, i only can read from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms foo; don't like that lahhhh, give you CCA point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now now now... here is the problem.. The only thing she can offer is CCA points, and no please don't be mistaken, i don't expect anything else, BUT I DON'T NEED CCA POINTS!!! and nobody is getting POINT! they thought CCA points is so damn attractive for someone with no CCAs, but with enough CCA points &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;somehow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and never thought of getting into a Uni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't need CCA points, find chinghow lah, he is shorter and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms foo : no.. seriously, you are better looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHHAHAHAHHA, what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the emcee problem, though in the end i had accepted the role.&lt;br /&gt;and although i can speak.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, with a script i can't speak&lt;br /&gt;especially with a script so LOUSY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i asked ms foo to come out with something more creative, no like, Dr Tan, please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing maybe you don't know, i will yao zhi bu qing, i will get stucked, i actually have some speech problem. HOHOHO, good luck! Rakcent Wong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-8954834895871192992?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8954834895871192992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=8954834895871192992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8954834895871192992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8954834895871192992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#8954834895871192992' title='Emcee of the day'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-2349935464620942370</id><published>2008-10-08T08:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:58:00.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Flyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2834343299/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2834343299_2940f689b1_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rakcent/2834343299/"&gt;Singapore Flyer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/rakcent/"&gt;rakcent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Favorite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-2349935464620942370?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2349935464620942370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=2349935464620942370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2349935464620942370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2349935464620942370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2349935464620942370' title='Singapore Flyer'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2834343299_2940f689b1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-3247982778073323965</id><published>2008-01-26T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:56:08.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry women goes for hungry men</title><content type='html'>Recently or maybe just a few hours ago, i realised something or rather someone i know to be so superficial/materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;Though i knew it all along, but i recently just confirmed my assumption.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if it's a cause of high self-confidence or was it just a illusion to herself.&lt;br /&gt;I was never in favour with anyone being materialistic, ugly or not, it doesn't matter for having a heart of black covers it all.&lt;br /&gt;Walk down the street of town, you will realise that just so many people think so highly of themselves to the extent that they think we are glancing at them for their beauty and not how horrible they look with that 3-inch foundations.&lt;br /&gt;Cosmetics were designed to cover a deficiency or defect.&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed it was, but why the need to cover the perfect nature of yours?&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend who got so shocked upon seeing his friend without makeup, she was as ugly as the secondary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that the problem? That women have been swindled for centuries into substituting adornment for love, fashion (as it were) for passion? All the cosmetics names seemed obscenely obvious to me in their promises of sexual bliss. They were all firming or uplifting or invigorating. They made you tingle. Or glow. Or feel young. They were prepared with hormones or placentas or royal jelly. All the juice and joy missing in the lives of these women were to be supplied by the contents of jars and bottles. No wonder they would spend twenty dollars for an ounce of face makeup or thirty for a half-ounce of hormone cream. What price bliss? What price sexual ecstasy?" - &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/erica-jong" target="_top"&gt;Erica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God have given you one face, and you make yourselves another." - &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/shakespeare-william-quotes-by" target="_top"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Women have face-lifts in a society in which women without them appear to vanish from sight." - &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/naomi-wolf" target="_top"&gt;Naomi Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to materialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a handsome, tall, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RICH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and humorous boyfriend"&lt;br /&gt;the ideal boyfriend for 100% of the materialistic women. One couldn't just empathizes more on the RICH part. Having a good character and personality doesn't matter much more does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it was no wrong wanting a perfect partner for the second half episode of your own drama, but how could someone just deceive herself of being "affordable" with no outstanding feminine features, no pleasant look and no heart of gold, the worst of it kind, all she has was nothing and nothing probably can "afford" such lavish thoughts. It must be illusion that does the job.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder mirrors are engineered to reflect on one's appearences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new &lt;em&gt;LV&lt;/em&gt; wallet, buy me one i'll be yours for a month, buy me a bag and i'll be yours for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me, Doris doesn't belongs to this breed.&lt;br /&gt;For i am not handsome, tall, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RICH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and humorous,&lt;br /&gt;even if i do, i don't get horny over this kind of assest-less women,&lt;br /&gt;unless you &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; like Jessica Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wake up and look at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt;, you are not one would &lt;em&gt;hunger&lt;/em&gt; for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Click &lt;a href="http://41gc.pollhost.com/"&gt;http://41gc.pollhost.com/&lt;/a&gt; to vote)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-3247982778073323965?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3247982778073323965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=3247982778073323965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/3247982778073323965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/3247982778073323965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#3247982778073323965' title='Hungry women goes for hungry men'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-3492261908307911596</id><published>2007-12-09T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:23:32.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>I may be seem as someone who don't really cares what's happening, but in reality, i am very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KPO&lt;/span&gt;, or rather i should call myself very caring for the people within my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got this classmate, who i had been avoiding since day 1, so let's call her Beautiful Women ( name not reveal to protect the person)&lt;br /&gt;Well beautiful women were not favoured among her classmates, why? because of her ego, pride, selfishness, self-centre-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; and her indifferent attitude to us civilians.&lt;br /&gt;That was just the beginning stage.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the class start to realise she has "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt;"(Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) as well.&lt;br /&gt;She loves finger food. well that means she loves to bite her young pretty juicy fingers. I don't why, but i just can't help noticing it as i smell charred pork and boiling lard.&lt;br /&gt;She loves to show what ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;peh&lt;/span&gt; always like to eat, ( the meat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt;) also can be referred as pig trotters. It seemed that beautiful women is proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;oh yes not to mention the papaya assets she own as well. She just loves to exposed them like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt; do, except not in a motion picture mode, well that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not really interested to know why.&lt;br /&gt;These are only some issues on the surface, which we can't blame too much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, she loves labels!&lt;br /&gt;So here's the critical part.&lt;br /&gt;the problem with her character.&lt;br /&gt;She has the tendency to jump straight into the queue halfway through your questioning to your lecturer, to ask her doubt. imagine you ask until halfway, she jump over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of you and cut your question, how irritating can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was said that, i meant it's true, that she steals and cheats.&lt;br /&gt;One fine sunny day, beautiful women came over and offered to buy us LED bulbs which we need for our projects. So some bought from her at the price of $2 ea. During the next sunny day, some guys reported that the LED only costs 50cents which they bought themselves, 4 times higher that what it was supposed to be sold. So maybe we thought she was cheated, not to know we are the one who got cheated instead.&lt;br /&gt;Another fine day. a girl, let's call her pretty girl. pretty girl share this locker with beautiful women.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girl put this stack of A3 paper in the locker. And it was lost! So obviously it was beautiful women who had stolen it right? She denied anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, Beautiful women photocopied a whole stack of illegal notes. Kind beautiful women offered to photocopy for the rest of the class, so some 10 of them ordered from her. she charged $8.40. A few weeks later, the class realised it was $7 only. because the notes are photocopied in school, so the 4 photocopying shop in school should has the same price, which they did agreed on. 7 bucks. nevertheless there's still some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tiki&lt;/span&gt; auntie who still charged a bit higher, at $7.40. But that's the highest. Than again. the class questioned beautiful women. she denied and said something so ridiculous that even my dumb girlfriend wouldn't believe. " the auntie sometime charge higher sometime lower" could you believe it. ladies and gentlemen? i mean could you believe something that is so absurd, and someone so "smart" to say something like this?&lt;br /&gt;So let's take it as a service tax. but even restaurants will tell us that they are charging service tax and not add altogether and charge as one, like as if its the original price of the food. So apparently, she had cheated the class 1.40 x 10= $14. not including the bulbs she had cheated before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She steals. not only from her dear classmates. but also from shops and stores. She was once caught in her secondary sch days for stealing by local authorities. but she didn't learn. she continue to steal from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jurong&lt;/span&gt; point, china town, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ngee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ann&lt;/span&gt; city etc. She stole a handful of rendering markers, which cost 6bucks from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;artfriend&lt;/span&gt;. it was known that she had stolen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. so let's make it 10, total up will be 60 dollars from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ARTfriend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She steal accessories from Chinatown for her entrepreneur project, which she had to sell something to earn a profit. She tried to steal and sell at full profit, but failed and end up in police hands. I must say that she deserved it, and she ought to be caught up behind bars. Which currently the case is still under investigations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a boyfriend(also a cheater, who cheats company fund and end up in jail) who broke up on the 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dec&lt;/span&gt;, and she got a new one at 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dec&lt;/span&gt;. pretty charming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hur&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;back to the her cheater bf, she actually blame her bf for not buying her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt; bag after the cheating, how wicked sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anything get lost in class, you know who is it. it's beautiful women, and i use "it" because i don't think she's worth to be call a human. of course there are far much more people wicker than this. But i just can't stand someone who cheats and steals. This is WRONG. it shouldn't had even crossed the mind. This women certainly need to get her ass behind bars. we'll wear yellow ribbon to welcome her back to put her out of her misery. let's pray for her. pray for her to be jailed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A convicted shoplifter will get a maximum jail terms of 7 years or $10,000 fine, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do i know this much? i told you i'm a caring person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-3492261908307911596?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/3492261908307911596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=3492261908307911596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nuaing.... hooray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-6185995976070590436?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6185995976070590436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=6185995976070590436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6185995976070590436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6185995976070590436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6185995976070590436' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-8855363321312367650</id><published>2007-11-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:16:09.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retribution</title><content type='html'>i suggest whoever had stolen anything since yesterday to have their whole house raid and their mother raped and to be eternally paralysed without enough needs, living alone in a scavenged place with untreated diseases. Lonely, pathetic and counting days with empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please pray with me to have these scums their rightful retribution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-8855363321312367650?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8855363321312367650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=8855363321312367650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8855363321312367650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8855363321312367650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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presentation&lt;br /&gt;1 tutorial &lt;em&gt;by wednesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 rendered sketches&lt;br /&gt;1 report&lt;em&gt;  by friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only thursday is free, that's why i love &lt;em&gt;Indians,&lt;/em&gt; they give me &lt;em&gt;happy thursdays&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-6891626876097910022?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6891626876097910022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=6891626876097910022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6891626876097910022'/><link rel='self' 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is paying for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected ice-cream treat from sweet asshole as well! maybe she should treat &lt;em&gt;more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lieutenant wong is back, the house was messed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;normal what~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-2363958921370086526?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2363958921370086526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=2363958921370086526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2363958921370086526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/RzLwltPP4xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2BCCWwgS8bo/s1600-h/0cf7497fc8ad48e09c4f5be6079a9754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130427456117793554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/RzLwltPP4xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2BCCWwgS8bo/s400/0cf7497fc8ad48e09c4f5be6079a9754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-3409487680518836116?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=7809430714937119061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7809430714937119061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7809430714937119061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7809430714937119061' title='arrrrr'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-7571294005646280354</id><published>2007-11-08T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:22:04.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new start</title><content type='html'>Today is a NEW day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i promised myself to wake up at 9, and though i did, but I'm only officially awake just awhile ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i must say nothing get better than sleeping in a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to complete my SOM tutorial&lt;br /&gt;to complete my AM online + written tutorial&lt;br /&gt;to complete my 2 report&lt;br /&gt;to complete my 2 drawings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. sounds alot. &lt;br /&gt;BUT i have the whole Deepavali to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my asshole just messaged me early in the morning to apologise. how sweet! woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-7571294005646280354?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7571294005646280354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=7571294005646280354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7571294005646280354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7571294005646280354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#7571294005646280354' title='new start'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-3881525535373109673</id><published>2007-11-07T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T23:33:52.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long long ago</title><content type='html'>it was like so way back since i had posted something, not knowing that if someone bother to look into my website and hope for something new. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, life had been cycling around recently, or maybe it had been since it started. Isn't there anything that makes me different? other than my born-to-be-yellow teeth and smoothly legs? i thought there's like some kind of activities or hobbies that get me involve to stand out among the shopping, sleeping and studying clans. BUT rakcent is just too lazy to get involved. I hoped i have flexible kicks, tough bodies, energizer stamina though. &lt;br /&gt;or at LEAST a whacking skill that is worth challenging for. &lt;br /&gt;I'll think about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to start it off. &lt;br /&gt;the day wasn't good, way too bad.&lt;br /&gt;arguments flooded my river with my dearest Dou Li Si. &lt;br /&gt;it was normal though. but i hope for the extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just SMILE and suffocate myself. argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more starfish to cleanup the shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to my great auntie for the new 4 AX tops. &lt;br /&gt;Its cheap with 80% sale and another 50% off the discounted price for club21 staff. that's a whopping 90% sale. and i get it for 100%. cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-3881525535373109673?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-6464246705858645782</id><published>2007-08-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T20:50:10.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunday Life</title><content type='html'>My Sunday Routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Woke up at 7-8am&lt;br /&gt;2) Slack around&lt;br /&gt;3) Brush teeth, bathe&lt;br /&gt;4) Feed tortoise, change water&lt;br /&gt;5) Feed Fishes, change water (30min)&lt;br /&gt;6) Iron clothes (approx 2-3hr)&lt;br /&gt;7) Vaccum floor, whipe the floor&lt;br /&gt;8) Slack around&lt;br /&gt;9) Watch National Geographic, Discovery Channel or Animal Planet&lt;br /&gt;10) Down for breakfast/lunch&lt;br /&gt;11) Slack around&lt;br /&gt;12) Flip the lecture pages to warm up&lt;br /&gt;13) Roll the chair around the house&lt;br /&gt;14) Try to do the tutorial but can't&lt;br /&gt;15) Prepare some snacks&lt;br /&gt;16) Try again&lt;br /&gt;17) Too tired, so take a quick nap (already 5pm)&lt;br /&gt;18) Try to do again&lt;br /&gt;19) Surf some web&lt;br /&gt;20) Finally sit down and do the work ( 7pm)&lt;br /&gt;21) Dinner time&lt;br /&gt;22) Time to relax again (10pm)&lt;br /&gt;23) Sleep (12am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total worktime = 2hr+ out of 24hr&lt;br /&gt;what a life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-6464246705858645782?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6464246705858645782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=6464246705858645782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-4083585166326277288?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4083585166326277288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=4083585166326277288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/4083585166326277288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/4083585166326277288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#4083585166326277288' title='Exam'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-2803161070721876979</id><published>2007-08-01T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:52:45.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>and now.. &lt;br /&gt;The end is here, and so i face.. the final curtain.&lt;br /&gt;I have live a life that's full, I had travelled each and every highway.&lt;br /&gt;and much more, much more than this. I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets, i had a few, but than again, too few to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i have done, to those who are fashionably sensible but too cool to care. &lt;br /&gt;Dropby the the superstore&lt;br /&gt;Pick a box of Vitamins, &lt;br /&gt;And say your prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome the end with open arms,&lt;br /&gt;Welcome the judgement sentences.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome the coming of the ETE exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare to ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-2803161070721876979?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2803161070721876979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=2803161070721876979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2803161070721876979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2803161070721876979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#2803161070721876979' title='Exam'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-612594267182418187</id><published>2007-06-30T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:14:34.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for fun</title><content type='html'>The test of luck, &lt;br /&gt;adapted from the ancient book of "yun" in GuangZhou, China. Those who is able to pass this test with more than 50% correct answers will be granted the scroll of luck to increase your luck stats. Than you can have more chance to avoid attacks and more successful attemtpts to do whatever u wished. A better chance to get a great taste from anything and whatever beverages. An even greater chance to taste the fruit of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/504303"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/504303/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-612594267182418187?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/612594267182418187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=612594267182418187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/612594267182418187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/612594267182418187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#612594267182418187' title='for fun'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-5638087622914792427</id><published>2007-06-30T11:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:15:22.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the real one guys!</title><content type='html'>The real test people!! how well you know rakcent! i know this is emo, but do bear with it. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/647508"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/647508/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-5638087622914792427?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5638087622914792427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=5638087622914792427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/5638087622914792427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/5638087622914792427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5638087622914792427' title='This is the real one guys!'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-4219361125729474979</id><published>2007-06-22T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T14:08:53.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>workholics</title><content type='html'>Life turned grey since i entered poly, the only colours i had were probably when i'm with Doris and the guys. &lt;br /&gt;Projects, projects, projects, projects, projects. Work, work , work , work, fine.. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for going to sentosa 2 days ago, guess our life had all turned colourless since poly. &lt;br /&gt;Now i shall stop working, and enjoy my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought what you will become when you go into the working world?&lt;br /&gt;I thought i want to be rich, but soon i realise that was just influences from the workholics around me. &lt;br /&gt;I prefer extraordinary jobs, not just those rich man job who spend their time infront of a computer but field based jobs or should i say outdoor jobs? probably on the sea or in the jungle. What i want was maybe just a small cottage with my family and a exciting job, don't have to be rich, i don't want to own a hotel or skyscraper, i just want self-fulfillment. &lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to spend the most of my time at work. that really sucks. because you can't bring money with you when you die, you can only bring memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-4219361125729474979?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4219361125729474979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=4219361125729474979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/4219361125729474979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/4219361125729474979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4219361125729474979' title='workholics'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-64273803503654390</id><published>2007-06-19T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:23:36.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Design</title><content type='html'>Oh people! I'm stressed!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i can finally use this word correctly. Yes! I'm stress! &lt;br /&gt;Who says studying is leisure and fun? Bullshitting me i supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so great with the ideas generations and concept refinment whichsoever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i need is a piece of paper and draw my final concept, put it into life and improve it gradually! That's why people take years to produce a new product, they need refinements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point when all you think that can't work was just your own assupmtions than you go and tear off another pieace of paper, draw another one which u THINK is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cancel away the ideas generation part and, concept refinments. &lt;br /&gt;If i can think of a design without any flaws as far my knowledge is concerned in just one step, why restrict me to draw out 5 more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas -&gt; Concepts -&gt; prototype -&gt; design -&gt; product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first part can already take hell lot of time. which i think is not neccessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If concepts can be perfected through drawings, there's no need for prototypes.&lt;br /&gt;leave the refinments to the prototypes, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save that for those who love to be restricted, dummy. &lt;br /&gt;not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, which idiot's idea of this step by step concept generations....  &lt;br /&gt;come show yourself and take my punch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-64273803503654390?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/64273803503654390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=64273803503654390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/64273803503654390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/64273803503654390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#64273803503654390' title='Design'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-7458325245018916731</id><published>2007-06-06T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T17:17:20.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alladin</title><content type='html'>If Alladin exists, I will snatch his lamp and rub the ears, summon the genis and make 3 wishes.&lt;br /&gt;First to make me rich than to make me happy, afterwhich to grant me another 3 more wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-7458325245018916731?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7458325245018916731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=7458325245018916731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7458325245018916731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7458325245018916731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7458325245018916731' title='Alladin'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-2515207827383877057</id><published>2007-06-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:47:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haste Of LIfe</title><content type='html'>Flipping through the pages of my years, in knowledge of the lost of life in my haste of living. &lt;br /&gt;Scratching through earth with thoughts of recovering what's gone behind, but what's surfaced was nothing but disappointment&lt;br /&gt;The only sastifying thing was probably to climb the mountains of Malaysia. Though elements had prevented me from reaching the peak from time to time, succesive feeling had overuled myself.&lt;br /&gt;Scouts! If you are reading this, we shall aim for the peak once more, to Mount Ophier. &lt;br /&gt;This is what humoids should be feeling, a sense of fullfiment. &lt;br /&gt;And i urge all of you to obtain this feeling, instead of the haste of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-2515207827383877057?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/2515207827383877057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=2515207827383877057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2515207827383877057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/2515207827383877057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2515207827383877057' title='Haste Of LIfe'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-5369477506167717229</id><published>2007-05-29T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:39:52.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have Affection For Them</title><content type='html'>i always have an urge to write about life about life,&lt;br /&gt;yes i know, i'm just a little man who had just passed the 18 years old mark, but what i think this is the best moment for someone matured enough to talk about this, at least the memory had yet to be on algae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably when a child was born, it would be thrown into warm hugs and cares. It was joy for the parents but not so for the child who had just entered a totally stranger's house different from his previous four walls of meat.&lt;br /&gt;Soon the child is 1 and it begins to think, every word everybody say influence them so much that they will think it is right. Just like when you told them when you are happy, you need to cry, than they will cry. Many says that when a baby crys, they are in need, yes they are, but soon this needs will turn into a form of communication for calling you and for food, they will not call, they will just cry.&lt;br /&gt;If you told them Red is Blue, they will be sure that Red is Blue. &lt;br /&gt;At the age of 3, talking children will now rely on their parents' action as well as many others. For instance if they are familiar with the way their mum pointing to their dad to get out of the room whenever she's angry, the child will mimic and point out to the door whenever they are angry. &lt;br /&gt;they get jealous very easily and they want attention, they actually know more than you think what they know, but only limit by the way they express their knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 5, attended school, this is the place where they either turn roundy or obedient, at K1, they are still quite blur. They won't feel small when they are around with kids of the same age as them, therefore this is where they release their soul. Kids normally feel uneasy with adults, especially with adults with authorities.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 7, got familiar with the school and made many friends, friends influence them very much.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 9, high chances of getting into pornographic if they are exposed to sexy magazines or papers and friends who watch pornographic materials&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 11-12, feel great when they are the seniors of the school, tend to be very roundy for boys, they will theink they are already matured. Praise will hit their  high spots.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 13-14, 80% of te boys, even for nerds will get into pornographics and violents. even for top scholer, don't be surprise they actually watch more than the bad boys. Easily get depression as they enter a changing stage of life where they turn really nasty that they parents keep scolding them.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 15, enter streaming classes, usually turn back to the good people or to worst, depending on the company they are in. Good company will lead them to better roads, vice versa for bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 16, high time for them as they are in a group of people whom they really trust.&lt;br /&gt;17, depending on the insititute they are enrolled to, different places affect diferently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 3,5,9,13 and 15 is where changing lifes take places, which is what i think is the most vunerable period for them. At 13 - 15, friends actually take the priority for most of them, expecially if their parents are always out of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is cabable to change the people of this age to someone very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the above does not apply to all, different people with different cultures will have different route.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-5369477506167717229?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/5369477506167717229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=5369477506167717229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/5369477506167717229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/5369477506167717229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5369477506167717229' title='Have Affection For Them'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-4824444274430440871</id><published>2007-05-29T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:51:26.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>When I was a toddler, i thought growing up to 3 years old was a big deal&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was 3, but yet i'm still small&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, I thought growing up to 6 was a start of new life&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was 6, school begins and i cried&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, i thought growing to 12 was a matured begining&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was 12, and i almost repeat my P6&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager, I thought going to 18 was a time for man.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was 18, and yet I'm still small.&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny how just how small you are. &lt;br /&gt;Its the heart that can overwhelm the giants.&lt;br /&gt;Some told me that finishing NS will make me feel like a man.&lt;br /&gt;As everything goes into your hand for control, you will turn mature "automatically"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look back just what I've done for my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989, I was borned in Kuala Lumpur, Selangor, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;1990, I move to Singapore with my family, staying in Joo Chiat road, a peaceful street then.&lt;br /&gt;1992, I started to speak and walk like a human, I watched my brother go to shcool, and thought it was fun&lt;br /&gt;1993, I attended Kindergarten in Joo Chiat CC, I was hit by a guy I hate most with plastic durian.&lt;br /&gt;1994, I was locked out from the kindergarten when my mum send me there late and left me alone. I cried along the bridge. Peeping through the window at the unsuspecting teacher playing Eagle and Chicks. &lt;br /&gt;I took my first flight out to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;1995, I went to Telok Kurau Primary School and cry when my form teacher ask me to attend remedials. &lt;br /&gt;1996, I overheard a boy next door pee in his pants and made a spectucular sight.I took my 2nd flight to gold coast australia&lt;br /&gt;1997, I saw my classmate riding bicycle to school and i thought i could get one.&lt;br /&gt;1998, I messed with the big group and started becoming the bullies of the 300+ population school.&lt;br /&gt;1999, I got into the rought hands of a maths teacher, after not doing my work. He strangled me and hurt my leg.&lt;br /&gt;2000, I failed my first subject, Maths, at 48.5 marks. &lt;br /&gt;2001, We moved to Bedok reservoir for a new school, there i got my first crush. &lt;br /&gt;2002, Enrolled into Manjusri Sec as a not-so-friendly dude.Join Scouting as CCA, there i form a strong relationship with my scouts peers&lt;br /&gt;2003, formed the 'gang' "Kosdependent" with 4 good friends and did many bad things. Vandelism, fights, trepassing, vulgurites, loitering, littering, gambling, camping out and most what teenagers are doing, failed all my subjects except chinese.&lt;br /&gt;2004, Broke the gang and mess with the nice guys, got into fight again. &lt;br /&gt;2005, Friendship strengthened, graduated with moderate results and with a dozen of good friends. Interviewed in the Amara Hotel, Joined The Pizza Place as my first job and quit after 3 days after psing jun kai on new years eve when the guys asked me out for celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;2006, started working in Amara Hotel, Royal Sporting House, and a no-name Bubble Tea shop. enrolled into Ngee Ann Poly, Product Design &amp; Innovation&lt;br /&gt;2007, Still working in Amara Hotel, and also One Degree 15 Marina Club as a highly paid waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing common i realised in my years, i don't feel small with the people of the same age as me. Now i look at the age i was, just how small they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the urge to do charity now. I want to donate blood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-4824444274430440871?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/4824444274430440871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=4824444274430440871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/4824444274430440871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/4824444274430440871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#4824444274430440871' title='History'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-8182298140949089196</id><published>2007-05-05T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:46:45.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guage for Life</title><content type='html'>Life, is probably like a +/- meter guage with a fair amount of points for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;People are born with equal chances, oppunities and time, at least that was what supposed to be, as i supposed. Urban humans may be seemed much better than the South African, but what's inside them may have something much more in advantage than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe when someone gained something, they lose something, equally as important. Just like when you are at the top of the world, you lose the sense of security on ground. Just like when you succeed in sneeking into your boss's book of favorite, what you lose may be your family and friends, and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably we are born with equal chances,a chance to succeed in our career, a chance to start a family, it all just how willing we are to accept the oppunities. This oppunities may provide you a chance to climb high, but also inversly affect your other things. I was short-listed for Tan Kah Kee Young Inventor's Award a few months back, probably already among the top 10% out of 1000+ participants. I spent half of my entire holidays doing the prototypes which made me neglect something i adore most. The most regretful thing i did, even if i managed to win 10k, that doesn't really mean much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, I have friends who we can talk about everything under the son, a few years later, many went their seperate ways to continue their journey, many... like me was attached and hence lose something so much as important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine myself in the industry world like a year time, during my attachment. I can imagine me being not able to sit down and listen to lectures anymore, neither can i sit down relax and talk craps. Life got to move on, and I'm always in a dilemma, we have to choose, its either you are know of all trade, or a master of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-8182298140949089196?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/8182298140949089196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=8182298140949089196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8182298140949089196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/8182298140949089196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8182298140949089196' title='Guage for Life'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-163168238080933143</id><published>2007-04-29T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:32:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amara</title><content type='html'>Had been working in Amara Hotel for quite a while now, seen many changes and still trying to adapt to that ever changing group of staffs. &lt;br /&gt;My soul was locked whenever i stepped into that service inn and whenever I'm in a group of strangers who I don't even bother to socialize with. What's in my mind is I come and go, I'm not staying for long and I don't need these people to aid me when I'm out to the working world, yet I know I'm wrong, yet I know I shouldn't but yet I refrian myself from them.&lt;br /&gt;Many thought I'm an experienced kid, but fact turn against it. I'm no experienced service man, lack of the qualities to be one: Time and commitment.No doubt i started long ago, but the knowledge I absorbed was just too little. &lt;br /&gt;Oppunities at my aid, last week, I heard Koon Ann's rumor of him and me being considered to be a Service Captain, yesterday, Eddie asked me to be on the regular roaster. I turned him down, for 2 reasons, with only 1 i told him, time is not in favour. My schedules are tight and i can't afford to skip classes which what he suggests. Second reason is for the inexperienced me, I know very well i can't lead a group of people with greater knowledge than me, nor did i want to commit myself into this part-time job.&lt;br /&gt;I told the other longed for captain guy about Eddie's offer during the midnight van back home, apparetly he was very disappointed. He had attempted to request for a "promotion" which failed less than a palm's day ago, Reasons? No vaccancy. Everyone in Amara knows very well that the hotel is seriously lack of leading men, most had fled to other better working space, and many banned. &lt;br /&gt;How painful it is to not be able to want something, others don't want.&lt;br /&gt;A guy just promoted not long ago, I know very well he can't make it, not only he can't lead, he produce low standard of service and he seriously Sucks. He brought in many new staff, many are just vases, just like what happened a last year, when the new manager takes position. These vases will screw up the whole departmant in the end.&lt;br /&gt;I witness a executive's conflict with the guest yesterday before the event commence. At the end of the event, 3 feedback forms were filled in with compliments for waiters and complains for him. No ordinary complains, these complains were quite serious as i look at it, those people were really at their top. 2 of them were from my area, i took a peep at the forms and i try to dispose them off to cover it for his daughter. Not that i'm interested with her, I was just thinking what would happened if her father was sacked, he's already once demoted. Emotion lead me to the evidence destroy point as i overheard him talking to another guy regarding the complain with his hand holding one of the complain, seemed like he don't have to be bother by it, neither do I, I bet he'll destroy himself.&lt;br /&gt;This is how the system works, there's absoubltely no point complaining to someone about himself. Expecially someone with a little working attidute up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-163168238080933143?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/163168238080933143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=163168238080933143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/163168238080933143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/163168238080933143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#163168238080933143' title='Amara'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-7183836275040439117</id><published>2007-04-21T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T11:36:41.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the Game</title><content type='html'>If you are gonna have just ONE dollar worth of asset not just in your pocket, but your entire saving account and your entire wealth. &lt;br /&gt;How would you spend it?&lt;br /&gt;Not quite possible, but just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Mearly just ONE dollar. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe some will go to the den and try their luck.&lt;br /&gt;Some to enjoy the feast you are gonna have with that one dollar.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna feed myself first, buy a packet of maggie mee and soak it in hotspring and than eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I have a Zillion worth of assets, and I'm dying, without any friends and relatives to will my assets to. I'll donate all these to a Welfare home, hope they could provide some shelters, food and medication care to the needies. &lt;br /&gt;Another Impossible thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just find being rich is nothing. Life is so short. Just like a game with only one chance of GAMEOVER. You ruined it and that's it, no restart, no plugging out the power cord, no removing the memory card to prevent it from saving. You have about 70-110 years for this game(hopefully), for some people they might not be able to even meet the 30 mark. &lt;br /&gt;LIfe is living to the fullest. it should contains no restraint to anything. LIfe is short, about 25550 days. Each day pass in a glance. Everybody knows this, but yet human mind grew some complicated with each 24hours passed. Ever thought of what you are gonna do for your career which provide the requirement to play this game? Doctor, lawyer, designer, sportsman, politician? You probably only have one chance to meet the peak of your career, or many chances to try out all different jobs. Sastifaction or Success? &lt;br /&gt;You walk along the street, head on your rival, exchange a few stares and root in the hatred. LIfe is short, do treasure what you have now. Career or Family? Pride or Friends? Tolerance is actually giving yourself a backstage to fall to.(From some kinda philospoher)&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be rich, but its nothing to be rich if you are JUST rich. &lt;br /&gt;Rules of this game normally only allow you to choose one, execption for the lucky ones. So which wil you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-7183836275040439117?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/7183836275040439117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=7183836275040439117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7183836275040439117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/7183836275040439117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#7183836275040439117' title='Play the Game'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-6713538026669491363</id><published>2007-04-19T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:42:08.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Shootinh</title><content type='html'>To those who had lost their lives in the unfortunate killing,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to whichever God you trust in, to grant you a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who mothers broke down for their lost child, &lt;br /&gt;I pray to whichever God you trust in, to grant you power to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are still in the shadows of this terrible killing,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to whichever Gof you trust in, to grant you light out of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one responible for this terrible doings,&lt;br /&gt;I pray to whichever God you trust in, to refuse forgiven and mercy towards you.&lt;br /&gt;May your soul to wander in sprit cells and your heart be burned for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-6713538026669491363?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/6713538026669491363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=6713538026669491363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6713538026669491363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/6713538026669491363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6713538026669491363' title='Virginia Shootinh'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-116601059503506274</id><published>2006-12-13T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T19:49:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUS</title><content type='html'>Somedays ago, I boarded this public bus.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eh do you accept any notes?&lt;br /&gt;Bus Uncle: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NOTES~~ Do you accept them?&lt;br /&gt;Bus Uncle: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chao piao, wo mei you tun kia, chao piao ke yi ma?&lt;br /&gt;        (Notes, I don't have coins, notes can?)&lt;br /&gt;Bus Uncle: Qu huan loh!&lt;br /&gt;                   (Go change loh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, i know it got nothing wrong with this, but can't the bus driver be a bit kinder by offering me free ride? =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, you see.. everyday, there's definetly someone who paid cash to board the bus either because they have insufficent fund in his card or their card is not with them. So very often, people would pay extra coins inside that thing.and they earn extra.&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i did that.&lt;br /&gt;So why can't they just gave me or anyone else a free ride? They don't earn extra money by insiting us to pay cash, do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem.......&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver driving by and refuse to stop, just because his vehicle is "FULL"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st incident.&lt;br /&gt;Nice bus uncle stop by the shelter, open his exit door, let that guy exit, and drove off with a dozen pair of eyes watching him. He obviously is aware of us wanting to board that bus, we do flag early. Serious... And that bustop is definetely crowded with people dying to board that bus every morning, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd incident.&lt;br /&gt;Bus uncle drove pass the shelter, not even stopping, showing us the "no no no" wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd incident&lt;br /&gt;Bus uncle stopped, opened the door, and wait for us to squeeze in......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the first bus do not wants to stop, the people would get more and the 2nd bus will have to bear all the people. So what for?use your brains....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, in a "FULL" bus, the rear of the bus is not full, just that kiasu people are crowding at the door, afraid that they might miss the stop. What a nice bus uncle would do would be asking the people to move back, that's why he's called a bus captain.&lt;br /&gt;Or, make the rear exit door right at the back, just like those door in a private excursion bus. Although i don't know why the SBS and the TIBS like their doors to be in the middle, but certainly, having door at the back will let the kiasu people squeezing to the back, maximising capacity and profit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-116601059503506274?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/116601059503506274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=116601059503506274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/116601059503506274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/116601059503506274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116601059503506274' title='BUS'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-116341934385152981</id><published>2006-11-13T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:02:25.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap</title><content type='html'>Can I die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some kinda power is grabing me from the front and wouldn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what will happen but the cause certainly is after seeing some of the most disgusting and yet hilarious pictures in friendster, the world of friends. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you should die after completing the course. not many can survive through the 20+ exicting moments. And i'm no exception. I didn't finish them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickening as it seemed, the unfamiliar new faces at work are still as "argh".&lt;br /&gt;Well camouflaged in the dark and a bush of curled hair. Still look as bad as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people for treating me like a noob. You had shown shameless pride of yours.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA, 3days work and try to command me? go f' yourself please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an insult!? assholes.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how they think with their empty skulls, trying to stay smart, a sin against nature. Point your mouth towards me and speak if you were to speak. Go and DIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-116341934385152981?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/116341934385152981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=116341934385152981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/116341934385152981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/116341934385152981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116341934385152981' title='crap'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-116229425943065405</id><published>2006-10-31T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:31:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you be SCARED to DEATH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can a person literally be scared to death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chilling answer is yes.&lt;br /&gt;Even among people with no history of heart problems, profound fear or severe emotional shock can be fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dr. Adolph M. Hutter Jr., professor of medicine at Harvard Medical School and cardiologist at Massachusetts General Hospital,&lt;br /&gt;“Otherwise healthy people can be scared to death.&lt;br /&gt;This has been documented after earthquakes and also following emotional distress of an extreme degree [such as learning of the sudden death of a loved one].&lt;br /&gt;An event like this can have two immediate effects on the heart:&lt;br /&gt;It can cause a weakening of the heart, so a patient might develop heart failure; or it can cause an arrhythmia, which can cause sudden death.”&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Hutter qualifies that people in these cases may have had a silent, underlying heart problem that no one knew about.&lt;br /&gt;He also emphasizes that such fatalities are the result of extreme and unusual stress—not the kind of thing you’re going to experience when a 4-year-old appears at your door in a Casper costume.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://health.msn.com/general/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100147679&amp;GT1=8618"&gt;http://health.msn.com/general/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100147679&amp;amp;GT1=8618&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that does really happens. Perhaps not only in the Halloween period.&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps? On the street with "cuties"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i mean 'real' cuties.&lt;br /&gt;walking down the street with ribbon hairband, dotties dress, diamond belt and heels completed with a wardrobe of stunning accessories.&lt;br /&gt;Well its not really the perfect style for cuties that stuns.&lt;br /&gt;Its... the owner of this beautiful designs that stuns.&lt;br /&gt;Super stretched hairband, XXL dotties dress, 55inches diamond belt and size 48 heels.&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo. That's a super double cheese burgar.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lah, ladies.&lt;br /&gt;Stop dressing like a disaster. and stop surprising us with your "Woops, I'm sorry I've scared you" cheesy look with a meaty smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;Because they don't work. Maybe try walking infront of people more than walking towards the crowd. Keep your back facing the mentally unstrong people and pleaseeeeeee.. you people looks MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH MUCH &lt;strong&gt;BETTER &lt;/strong&gt;without those 2inches, diggable foundations that can be used as a chalk for vandelism. Put on decent clothings and with flat sole shoes, reduce pressure, save us, save you, save your heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Be sensible and start slimming down. That's the reason why dress are made free-size, because they simply don't have BIG size. And Slimming centres are here for a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay healthy, keep fit and the world would be a much better place.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no excuse why people are fainting in Orchard road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-116229425943065405?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://health.msn.com/general/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100147679&amp;GT1=8618' title='Can you be SCARED to DEATH?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/116229425943065405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=116229425943065405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/116229425943065405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/116229425943065405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116229425943065405' title='Can you be SCARED to DEATH?'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115664677016260303</id><published>2006-08-27T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T10:46:10.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing</title><content type='html'>Believe it or NOT.&lt;br /&gt;The news that had been going around the ex-mjrians for weeks or ermm.. days?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, not really sure, as the saying goes,&lt;br /&gt;LOSE YOUR HANDPHONE, LOSE YOUR CONNECTION&lt;br /&gt;But for me.&lt;br /&gt;LOSE MY LAPTOP, LOSE ALL MY CONNECTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well well, i sound more like some kinda short hair, limbs, tongue and body peep call AiHua, going sidetrack as and when she feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, in JC hur~ the students are so EXCELLENT..... " etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or NOT, i shall emphasize again.&lt;br /&gt;Our great joker(sort of) of Manjusri Class 4i, year the 5th of the 21st century ( did i did my calculation wrongly?)&lt;br /&gt;The great joker of lame jokes and childish mischief,&lt;br /&gt;The devil who had dared all kinda stuns that even Micheal Jackson had stood back.&lt;br /&gt;The stunner of all time, Steve Austin,&lt;br /&gt;Oh i mean, Mr Aow Wei Zheng, the director of AWZ blah blah blah company, as he clamied,&lt;br /&gt;got himself a GirlFriend?&lt;br /&gt;HoHo, don't block me please, i mean no harm, i came with peace.&lt;br /&gt;And he got himself the Best Looking Guy Award (BLG Award) in his class as stated by somekinda testimonial from some brokeback guys. Go and check the friendster please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well look, i thought i said i came in peace?&lt;br /&gt;He got himself a girlfriend, pretty looking in his eyes and of course decent in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Not like some kinda of Roaring Dinosaurs fighting with the King Kong, opps! I'm pointing to no one.So don't be Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, like i say, there's nothing wrong, though i found it amusing when i got the news.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Derrick or Dominate(or whatever his name is)  from 'Out of the Pan' had accepted him.  I was Kidding Lah. Don't block me lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, whatever it is, even the worst looking Ru Hua has her gentle image.&lt;br /&gt;So let's wish AWZ a sweet and blah blah blah(fill in the blank, 10marks each) blah blah blah. (20marks for these) you got what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;So don't block me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm patathtic enought already, to got my eye infected with some kinda infections.&lt;br /&gt;So please Don't BLOCK me!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to shit and work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115664677016260303?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115664677016260303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115664677016260303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115664677016260303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115664677016260303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115664677016260303' title='Amusing'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115555975687331316</id><published>2006-08-14T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:51:13.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i just wish to be at somewhere far.&lt;br /&gt;Far far away, from the cities&lt;br /&gt;In an old ragged pickup&lt;br /&gt;Gearing a cowboy hat&lt;br /&gt;And watch sunset sets.&lt;br /&gt;All, all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home to the little cottage by the river bank&lt;br /&gt;A decent selections of food&lt;br /&gt;The silence of dinner&lt;br /&gt;Acompany of munching sounds&lt;br /&gt;And accidental dropping of cutleries&lt;br /&gt;All with my family, just the four of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up by the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Bath by the river&lt;br /&gt;Put on thick jeans and boots&lt;br /&gt;And off to farming&lt;br /&gt;Country songs on&lt;br /&gt;Absence of complaining neighbours&lt;br /&gt;All with my loves one, maybe six of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How relaxing it is&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i should try it in Ubin.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115555975687331316?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115555975687331316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115555975687331316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115555975687331316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115555975687331316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115555975687331316' title='Relax life'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115504928927601635</id><published>2006-08-08T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T23:05:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Click</title><content type='html'>The Click was Fabourlous..&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it is, and it worths two of my claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First clap for humour&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the Second for meaning&lt;br /&gt;Though it isn't as touching as Goal! which super manly junkai shed over, it does touched the ars-hole beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't trying to be any sort of spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;I shall write a rough guide about the movie, please read at your own will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, there's this guy who don't really enjoy the drag of life,&lt;br /&gt;he somehow got this remote control who can control time,&lt;br /&gt;And he started to fast forward everything he hate to wait and suffer.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the remote control act smart and fast forward itself lah.&lt;br /&gt;So until the end, he missed out the fun of watching his chidren grow, the fun of making love with his wife, the fun of life, the last look of his parents and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;What all he wanted was to get to the top position of his career which he hate to wait,  which in the end, he got it and nothing else, neglecting his family.&lt;br /&gt;He spent quite alot of years till he died in probably less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;finally, he realised family comes first, more important than career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humourous and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;Let me put it this way, its DAMN funny, rather impressed in the way he talked than the show. You can pick up some to piss someone off.&lt;br /&gt;Are you shitting me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this guy, 100% guy, guarantee plus warranty walked out of the female restroom and pretenting that nothing is wrong, he's a GUY loh! I'm damn sure, even more certain that the equation 1+1=2. He's tan, short spiky hair, quite mo pan, a little muscular. he's definetly a guy. Every ladies in the toilet stared at him at amusment kay? He even responsed to the mute glances that he had not entered the wrong toilet, proved that he's guity lah!&lt;br /&gt;What a move, i shall present him the Oscar Award. Sign a million dollar porn video project with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should had squeezed his balls to double confirm. Damn....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115504928927601635?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115504928927601635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115504928927601635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115504928927601635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115504928927601635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115504928927601635' title='The Click'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115457533872425287</id><published>2006-08-03T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T11:22:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magician of Love</title><content type='html'>Suddenly everyone is talking about the Magician of Love or whatever and whoever it is.&lt;br /&gt;The oldest and yet the most childish one among us.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Childish friends I have plenty.&lt;br /&gt;But not to that extent to blocking someone right?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't really a big deal seriously.&lt;br /&gt;So what?&lt;br /&gt;Being joked with.. yeah.. i honestly don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm aren't sure what i'm talking as well.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we're friends, we shouldn't be so petty right?&lt;br /&gt;Just a word of comment, and you make it so big that you wanna destroy the 4-5 years of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. whatever. Its not really my problem, cause i'm not the culphrit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115457533872425287?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115457533872425287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115457533872425287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115457533872425287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115457533872425287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115457533872425287' title='Magician of Love'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115452384426799776</id><published>2006-08-02T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:04:04.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Chee Hong</title><content type='html'>You know?&lt;br /&gt;Its definitely true when a question asks about guys chee honging.&lt;br /&gt;here comes the question of the day.. Why do guys Chee Hong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, what on earth does this clever verb "Chee Hong" means.&lt;br /&gt;Its an action or a verb to describe one person flirting towards the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;where for the case of my homosexual friends, its towards the same sex lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, my philosophy is, Guys Chee Hong to satisfy his need of unsastifictory sex urge, be it at home or at work.&lt;br /&gt;It could be that he don't have the latest internet connection to connect to cyber porn or that he can't find sastifaction in these virtual images and videos.&lt;br /&gt;Or so, his wife couldn't give him what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, the Geylangs whores are too dull for him.&lt;br /&gt;These lead to desperation and desire to seek for more excitment outside.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the rules are strict, you can't just grab one and do it.&lt;br /&gt;So? here comes the cure to this illness.. Chee Honging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shag lah.&lt;br /&gt;The lecturers in *** poly loves to chee hong.. or so far at least effective in my course.&lt;br /&gt;Here's one example.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sir!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cherrrrrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Helloooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Me: ehhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cherrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! wtf&lt;br /&gt;Me: Walau... Sirrrrrrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;some girls: teacher~&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chee Hong: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn pissed off.. and this had been occuring so frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecturer's life are so good..&lt;br /&gt;They don't have to scold, stress or anything else that a secondary school teacher would do.&lt;br /&gt;They slack, chee hong and take their handsome pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be a lecturer when i grew older. A MDA teacher especially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115452384426799776?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115452384426799776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115452384426799776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115452384426799776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115452384426799776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115452384426799776' title='Mr. Chee Hong'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115382654604630599</id><published>2006-07-25T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:22:26.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful day which i thought to be.&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful start of the week.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, as it seemed to be.&lt;br /&gt;3 projects coming due and more tutorials to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;This is insane.&lt;br /&gt;PDi, design design design design, project project project.&lt;br /&gt;others? theory theory theory, exam exam exam exam.&lt;br /&gt;Please cut me a slice of slack....&lt;br /&gt;The other side seemed greener hor? don't moan.&lt;br /&gt;daddy's here, don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting gayer&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(happier)...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;literally......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.. there's definitely some people you can work with and some who you can't.&lt;br /&gt;Some would just snatch all the work from you and do it themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Some would just throw everything to you and doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Very rarely, split and do together.&lt;br /&gt;So you must be wise and choose wisely. go through a evaluation matrix and pick your pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like screaming. please scream.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like kicking your team member down the drain, please go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like upper cutting your tea member, please do so.&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel more like a team. right right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are just doing everything at your own prefence.&lt;br /&gt;than you might as well do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a team can do without its team member, there's only one reason to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;The team member is not what he seemed to be.&lt;br /&gt;So please fucked off.&lt;br /&gt;If he happened to be, there's only one reason to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;Its call luck.&lt;br /&gt;So please fucked off as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115382654604630599?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115382654604630599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115382654604630599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115382654604630599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115382654604630599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115382654604630599' title='Stressed'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115361904733542949</id><published>2006-07-23T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:48:15.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Zidane's HeadButt Attack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/CcyV4yDKQ7E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.. It's just neccesary to understand different points of perspective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115361904733542949?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115361904733542949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115361904733542949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115361904733542949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115361904733542949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115361904733542949' title=''/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115356218837188312</id><published>2006-07-22T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T17:56:28.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My hair</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm answering to an pretty obvious cum stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Did you just cut your hair short?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes I did"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if I was able to cut it 'long' instead.&lt;br /&gt;So the word 'short' was disposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with &lt;em&gt;"Did you just cut your hair?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... If you weren't asking me a question, you wouldn't had faced me, and if you had faced me, than pretty much understood that you are asking me a question, and the subject you are refering to would be very much be me. Or I mean, you make me feel you are asking me a question.&lt;br /&gt;Removing the redundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just cut your hair?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid question, if you had seen me the day before, you would have noticed my hair was not cut yet. So why ask?&lt;br /&gt;Making it even shorter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cut your hair?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Since you are refering to me and nothing else, the hair must be mine, not anyone else. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further editing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cut hair?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be cutting anything else except my hair, isn't it? And since you had noticed it so immediately, it can't be my toes nails that your are pointing to. Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So left with &lt;em&gt;"Cut?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut what? this question doesn't make any sense. So forget about asking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maintain your silence, do not try to be funny and ask dumb questions. And let's make the world a better place with lesser noise pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've cut my hair, if you insits asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trimming away the unwanted stran of hair.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving only a head of inch length hair.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks the wonderful barber.&lt;br /&gt;Now I look more like a idiot......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't too bad isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115356218837188312?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115356218837188312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115356218837188312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115356218837188312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115356218837188312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115356218837188312' title='My hair'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115323423439350873</id><published>2006-07-18T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:55:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Spar</title><content type='html'>First sparring today.&lt;br /&gt;Not in my life, which countless street sparrings are out of the count.&lt;br /&gt;But in kickboxing. The 3rd day of my training.&lt;br /&gt;Was whacked pretty badly, which i never experienced before this.&lt;br /&gt;Some might say i weak lah, or whatever, those remarks that one could speak out from his ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Correct lah, i seriously lack some training.&lt;br /&gt;Courage, source from the lack of spectators, and my oppenent size.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was easy, just throw your punches and kick his groin.&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out to be different.&lt;br /&gt;The defence and attack, i failed both.&lt;br /&gt;Lost count of the time of perfect damage made to my face through my guarding.&lt;br /&gt;I think my nose is crooked.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to made my training to good use, but just got it worse.&lt;br /&gt;Umpteen reminders of proper defence and attack, but seemed so hard to follow.&lt;br /&gt;So? got whacked lo. By a size much similar as mine.&lt;br /&gt;Also to the disadvantage between a yr 1 and a yr 2 student. The contrast of training and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... this must be the last time, I'm gonna get whacked to this stage..&lt;br /&gt;Really bad lah, with passing by busybods watching me getting whacked.&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the club, i'm gonna get my punches on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna cut my hair very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115323423439350873?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115323423439350873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115323423439350873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115323423439350873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115323423439350873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115323423439350873' title='First Spar'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115296938846016270</id><published>2006-07-15T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T21:20:56.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just My Luck</title><content type='html'>Just My Luck,&lt;br /&gt;I got the "luckiest" day out of my 17years and 14 days of life living in this world, with the existance of sun &amp; moon, oxygen &amp;amp; carbon dioxide and the acompany of greens and blues.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah. that's crap.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, day started off yesterday perfectly, couldn't be even more perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Usual routine achieved and done just in timing, than, strolling down the stairs to the elevator, finger pointed horizontally to sea level and perpendicularly to the button.&lt;br /&gt;A point one second later than some asshole at the fifth level.&lt;br /&gt;There it goes, the elevator served him down and than up from the ground level for me.&lt;br /&gt;The series continue, 0710 hrs supposingly be the time for that SMRT friendly bus driver to reach my pick up point, frequently, due to unexpected situation, the bus would delay 5mins, so that makes up to be arriving between 0710 and 0715.&lt;br /&gt;TATA. 0715 liao, the TIBS bus came to sight, but due to the very unexpected, its OFF SERVICE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that it supposed to be my bus, bus 61. Simply because it should be here at this time.&lt;br /&gt;another 10mins. Boarded on the bus with that super relax bus uncle, driving at turtle speed and irritating pace.&lt;br /&gt;As expected, I'm late for class again.Just maybe lady luck was bored and trying to entertain herself with me being the entertainer, or probably, its just my luck.&lt;br /&gt;Her game continues, I'm supposed to wear long sleeves and remove my contact lens for that day's class which i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Negotiation took place between a year 1 student and the BIG size lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;Broke down, and remove my contact, into the bin. That was my last pair of contact lens, there's 10days to go.&lt;br /&gt;Put on my jacket, and every protection that need to be protected. Squeezing my eye lid against each other and try hard to wield my workpiece.&lt;br /&gt;I started my lesson 30mins late.&lt;br /&gt;So minus the penelty for being late, poor saftely precaution, poor work attidute and and poor work done, I'm probably left with only a passing mark.&lt;br /&gt;I spent the day blurly.&lt;br /&gt;So after that session, took a drink and made my way to the next venue. Suprisingly hur, the prank got worse and started a downpour. The only lucky thing is that i'm not wearing my Adidas cloth shoe, or else i be submerging in soaked socks.&lt;br /&gt;The following lesson was just 30mins of video and 15mins of demostation. A supposingly 2hr lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Video? make me remind of Teo Wah Cheok. The man known for his mono tone.&lt;br /&gt;So was quite Suey la.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch in the canteen, i was dismissed early man. And the queue yet so long.encountered with so inconsiderate brats who ta pau 3 packets of bento. Ass...&lt;br /&gt;So mood was quite bad la..&lt;br /&gt;Decided to swim, but that pool was occupied by the canoe people.&lt;br /&gt;On the way home. Packed in a bus so crowded that standing was difficult.&lt;br /&gt;damn..&lt;br /&gt;This is worse than meeting someone horrible and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;for example, meeting Ru Hua on the street&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115296938846016270?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115296938846016270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115296938846016270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115296938846016270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115296938846016270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115296938846016270' title='Just My Luck'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115071596092160836</id><published>2006-06-19T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:19:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm..&lt;br /&gt;Is this a swimming pool?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell's wrong with all these people rushing to the pool under the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine...&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine..&lt;br /&gt;Just each of these people would &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;secretly pee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in this pool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woah...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peeing in a pool would no longer be personal business.&lt;br /&gt;really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. back to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115071596092160836?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115071596092160836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115071596092160836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115071596092160836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115071596092160836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115071596092160836' title='Swimming Pool'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115068838119796827</id><published>2006-06-19T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T12:18:47.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>A week had passed...... .... ..... .....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7days of slacking...... .... ..... .....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/Photos%20170.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/Photos%20170.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Enough of playing...... .... ..... .....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botanic Garden&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/Photos%20186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/Photos%20186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mount Faber&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/RIMG0260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0260.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/RIMG0249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0249.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/RIMG0252.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0252.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pulau Ubin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/RIMG0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0285.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/RIMG0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/RIMG0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its time................................&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for these........&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/RIMG0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0295.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;FIVE Sketches&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE Research Reports&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO Lab Reports&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO Presentations&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siao liao~~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/RIMG0248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/400/RIMG0248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115068838119796827?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115068838119796827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115068838119796827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115068838119796827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115068838119796827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115068838119796827' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115043589852410128</id><published>2006-06-16T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:37:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep makes you drunk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Arghh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleeping makes you headach. Seriously big &lt;em&gt;HEADach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indroducing the AXE BRAND MEDICATION OIL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rub abit, headach abit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rub &lt;em&gt;buaih buaih,&lt;/em&gt; headach bye bye&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really, the sting!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its spinning inside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like the sensation you have when half a bottle of Absolute &lt;em&gt;Vodka&lt;/em&gt; invaded your system.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes your digestive device spin like a &lt;em&gt;Samsung&lt;/em&gt; Washing Machine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this case is the half a day of sleep that invaded my veins.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brain cells got cocked up and start to overturn each other due to increase of energy, they tend to overcome the structure of the human brain and make its owner &lt;em&gt;HEADach.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really &lt;em&gt;lah!.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't believe click [x] loh!(yingting's mama speech)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12hrs of sleep when one just need 8hrs to keep awake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;woke up in the midst of brightness, rays of misery sunlight pierce your room with sorrow and &lt;em&gt;arghhh &lt;/em&gt;headach.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the moral of the story is.. Dont sleep too much,&lt;em&gt; aga aga &lt;/em&gt;jiu hao..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How am i going to go out later?&lt;em&gt; damn&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115043589852410128?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115043589852410128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115043589852410128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115043589852410128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115043589852410128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115043589852410128' title='Sleep makes you drunk'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-115021473436165734</id><published>2006-06-13T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T00:06:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brr</title><content type='html'>Blogs entries are getting rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriusly rare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least in Simpla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resons being that Singaporeans are getting much more sensitive in the society now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the finest dirt on their food, they would make it to the largest issue in the island&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful with words and topcis, be wary of phrases and subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which i believe what the government is practising, contains the biggest temptation to be KPing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any issue with rasicim, for example the indians being this and that, malays being that and this, chinese being this and that, will lead to Riots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will ever care to start getting themselves punched just because of some colour remarks on them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously trying to tighten every nuts in the nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halah" signs are common, but wad about "Vegetarian" signs? or "no beef" other than "no lark and pork"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my purpose here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall advertise the greenest, cleanest and most beautiful park in singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore Botanic Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The force of nature, the ability to have the noisest beings shut up and isolated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Photos%20205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what's wrong with someone trying to rape a flower?&lt;br&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Photos%20168.jpg" border="0" /&gt; A guy trying to suck the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Photos%20169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe, a small lazy nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's free!&lt;br /&gt;Try it, don't lose it&lt;br /&gt;I shall take a leak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-115021473436165734?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/115021473436165734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=115021473436165734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115021473436165734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/115021473436165734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115021473436165734' title='brr'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114896675345489506</id><published>2006-05-30T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:25:53.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's day</title><content type='html'>19th June is father's day..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;remember!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop eating so much and start saving up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for your attention&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114896675345489506?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114896675345489506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114896675345489506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114896675345489506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114896675345489506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114896675345489506' title='Father&apos;s day'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114838714226221598</id><published>2006-05-23T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:27:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just crap</title><content type='html'>Somebody please find me!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost in the mist, and that Material and Design Aplication is screwing me up.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just for this week. yeah i hope so.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything got quite tightened up recently.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material and Design Application(D&amp;T) is getting me crazy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Thinking and Design Skills(Art &amp;amp; Craft) is screwing me up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Material Processes(D&amp;amp;T) is getting on my nerve.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engineering Maths(A Maths) ehh.. quite fine with it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity And Thinking Skills(CME) is making me slack.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. everything seemed to have a New name, a New start, so what? I'm still stucked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers=Lecturer&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School=Campus&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE lesson=Sports and Wellness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pftt.Okay its okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its time to eat and than sleep. I'm hungary&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114838714226221598?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114838714226221598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114838714226221598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114838714226221598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114838714226221598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114838714226221598' title='Just crap'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114830457653019423</id><published>2006-05-22T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:35:35.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Consideration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;f'up to the people not taking the initiative to shut their damn big mouth in a library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library users are really getting more and more inconsiderate, inconsiderate to the extent that it urge somebody to raise this problem up in the Blogworld.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Should Library users lower their volume &lt;strong&gt;AUTOMACTICALLY&lt;/strong&gt; in a public Library?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Library, a Library used by the public, I guess this is very much understood.&lt;br /&gt;Although it is dim true that the public Library for public use doesn't guage their usage to only one person, and one person does not have the right to criticise other people from misusing the Library because the Library does not belongs to that one person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its is also true that consideration takes place as you share facilities with other people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds &lt;em&gt;Chim&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, a person does not have the right to sue someone in a Library for sitting on a seat in a public Library, just because he doesn't has a seat to sit on.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does consideration takes place?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly well shut up your mouth in a Library or whisper if you had to.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First is to prevent any disturbance to the other users.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is to prevent any disturbance to the other users.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly is to prevent any disturbance to the other users.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up! i need to concentrate.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah thank you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By saying this, you are just causing disturbance to the other users, simply because you had just raised your voice a little above the noise level in the library to catch whoever that is, attention.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, you will definitely disturbed someone, taking the inconsiderate bastard as a minimum guide.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just shut up and '&lt;em&gt;ren'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow up and wack his ass upon the first step beyond the exit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was yesterday, in Jurong East Library that this China or some kinda China related guy speaking on his fancy Black and White Liquid Cyrstal Display Mono tone enabled Nokia phone. I don't know what's his phone and i don't care. All that fustrated me was his foreign language that i tried very hard to figure out. He's speaking so loud that man i had to hear them. Feeling like standing infront of him and kick his face. Upon my first and last remainder to him to keep his volume down which i thought would work. He continues voluming up after 3sec of cooldown. probably because his partner over at the other end of the globe couldn't hear him. I don't know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its just plain inconsiderate.And this shouldn't happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, sinking in my own tutorial mood which was awaken by group of youngster here in NP library to play DotA. Yes, playing DotA is illegal in the library and i won't care to even complain. But please do not get too exicted when you owned somebody, its plain annoying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that's all about the guys.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl in red who suddenly slam her file beside me giving an electrode shock to all my hair on my arm although I have none, but i can feel it. Why on earth must you slam your file, just to get your ass on the seat? Uhh.. yeah, I was shrinked, seriously, because her side view looks scary, just like what Koon Ann said, somebody's front view are just atrousious, and man i can't spell the damn word. Yeah so i retreated my folio on the table to spare space for her. Obviously there's isnt space for her with my folio on the table. Maybe that was intentional. A hint for the removal of my folio. But, what if i'm not scared?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, guess i had not answered today's question, but who cares? &lt;br&gt;I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114830457653019423?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114830457653019423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114830457653019423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114830457653019423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114830457653019423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114830457653019423' title='Library Consideration'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114822522043352928</id><published>2006-05-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:29:14.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone users</title><content type='html'>Just when you thought that mobile phone was a essential need to everyone in Singapore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And telephone booths are extra. Take a look at this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Ferrari%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX phone booths completely occupied by mobile phone owners&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How i know? because they refer to their mobile phones for contacts !!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20mins later.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Ferrari%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 gone and the other 4 continue with their low-cost &lt;br&gt;conversation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another joined in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10mins later....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Ferrari%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2 went away, and the other 4 continues.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that china guy(3rd from left) remains cool with his back facing me and hand in his pocket.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The some kinda local lady(4th from left) begain to talk very vigourously. Probably aware that some kinda guy in black is taking her photo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30mins later....&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Ferrari%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stunning!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some Aunties even started to queue up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No wonder, Singtel is making so much money. You save? They still earn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures are taken in Ang Mo Kio MRT. Evening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114822522043352928?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114822522043352928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114822522043352928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114822522043352928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114822522043352928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114822522043352928' title='Telephone users'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114818565218293016</id><published>2006-05-21T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:47:36.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>License</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;21May06&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certificate of Entertainment&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpla Entertainment Board(S.E.B) hereby present News Online by Simpla host by Blogger.com thr Certificate of Entertainment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every statment made in this page are purely for entertainment and the board shall not be liable to any offences or humilation or whatsoever that whoever might be affected in whichever way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerly &lt;a&gt;&lt;br&gt;href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/untitleds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/200/untitleds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Manager of Simpla Co.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114818565218293016?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114818565218293016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114818565218293016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114818565218293016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114818565218293016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114818565218293016' title='License'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114812375141349164</id><published>2006-05-20T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:20:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpla regain</title><content type='html'>Alright&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating the&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;visitors Hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpla had undergone a reform or rather a renovation or if you prefer, a REVOLUTION of the era.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the best or I guess so the &lt;strong&gt;SIXTH &lt;/strong&gt;revolution of Simpla History, SH in short.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people for contributing so much although I'm sure i had contributed most of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplility is today's theme.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green mesh with a splash of white completed with blue outliners.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's concern is... &lt;em&gt;Was it a trend? That plumb little boys must learn to act cute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me space to emphasis, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plumb Little&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;/strong&gt;let me stress abit over here. &lt;strong&gt;Plumb Little&lt;/strong&gt; refers to people who are &lt;em&gt;rounded&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;compressed, &lt;/em&gt;simply means FAT and SHORT if you took out the root words. So? Fat Shorties must learn to act cute?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that Fat Shorties must learn to act cute?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nation Concern Researcher NCR had found out that for the past few years of 10 years, the term &lt;em&gt;"Act Cute"&lt;/em&gt; came into use. It pin points at people who trys to act cute. Well i know this doesn't explains alot but the Acting cute is just Acting cute, what else would you expect?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the statistc, the majority believed that people act cute to attract attention due to the lack of self confidence attention and attributes. They act cute to be cute and act cute to act cute. Okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They act cute to attract girls of all types, black, white, tall, short, fat , skinny and abnormal girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They act cute so that their cuteness would cover up the lack of attributes they have which is charisma. This type of people usually have less charisma and higher talent level. They are born with the art of cute acting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, cute acting is a double edged sword, it srikes at both ends. Acting cute have a 44% chance of self-damage to the user and a 89% chance of males hatred. So only a few percent works, even on girls. So why still act cute? That's because that's their only chance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, NRC had also shown that the charism of PL boys increased if they don't act cute, the chance of getting more attraction increased with their maturity and puberty level.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in summary, Plumb little boys act cute to attract attention and its not a MUST that this is essential, and of course, its NOT a trend as only people with too much stupidity would be affected.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to be mature, Learn to attract the opposite.&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114812375141349164?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114812375141349164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114812375141349164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114812375141349164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114812375141349164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114812375141349164' title='Simpla regain'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114337799474179949</id><published>2006-03-26T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T20:59:54.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what i've been waiting for</title><content type='html'>In regards to the March 25th of year 2006's police report on a stolen mobile phone. We suspect a female girl by the name of Lai Jieying, identification number S88XXXXXF was involved in the ACT OF DISHONESTY &amp; MISCONDUCT in relation to the stolen mobile phone report filed by the owner. According to the Republic's Law &amp; Order as updated on 21st January 2005, script 12 . phase 7.5.6, the Singapore Police Force reserves the right to call for arrest under the permission of the Authority of Arrestment. We hereby on behalf of the Republic of Singapore Singapore Police Force(SPF) to request the above mentioned person's assitance towards the above report, report number G/200498274/2075. On being refusal to do so will result in being victim to the Legal Assembly of Singapore, and taken as refusal to co-operate with the Law Enforcer. As stated in the Republic Law &amp; Order as updated on 21st January 2005, script 46 . phase 5.3.8, the Singapore Police Force reserves the right to call up legal actions from the Legal Assembly of Singapore to follow up the case.&lt;br /&gt;Every word the above suspect said will be taken and recorded down in confident and will be used as evidence on the Legal Court Room or for investigation without pior notice to the suspect's acknowledgement. &lt;br /&gt;The Singapore Police Force hereby being permitted by the Authority of Arrestment to call for arrestment of Miss Lai Jieying, identification number S88XXXXXF to assist in the report of report number G/200498274/2075. The suspect could not be bailed out within the period of 48hours from the time of arrestment to the Police HeadQuarters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114337799474179949?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114337799474179949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114337799474179949' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114337799474179949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114337799474179949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114337799474179949' title='This is what i&apos;ve been waiting for'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114304439079941832</id><published>2006-03-23T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:22:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KIll You</title><content type='html'>Just imagine...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started work, and that mangager complains mistakes that she made up about you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fucking customers messed up your rack and leave after giving you a hard look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You stepped onto the bus with the bus captain accusing you of attempting to get a free ride.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked up to the lift suffocating carbon monoxide the previous smoker left in the previous lift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You opened the door and saw clothes that had been hung 24hrs on the bamboo pole unkept.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit down, and noticed used tissue papers on the table.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You washed your hands and benethe your palms are used forks left unwashed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOu try to coll down but you can't help but to get fedup at used towers and clothings hanging over the chairs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You opened the room door and stunned at your messed up wardrobe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel?&lt;br&gt; These are not mess that you left by yourself.&lt;br&gt; But mess left by a 20year old uncommitted roomate.&lt;br&gt; I don't call him my brother.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wanna get him a nice birthday present but instead he got me a series of early surprises.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like killing him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114304439079941832?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114304439079941832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114304439079941832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114304439079941832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114304439079941832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114304439079941832' title='KIll You'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114276051534862060</id><published>2006-03-19T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:28:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Introduction-Interviewee)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is jessie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess you all do not know me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...I've 3years working experience in Levi's.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... ermm.. I guess that's all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah..Thank you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Introduction-Interviewer)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thank you Jessie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyone here have anything to share with us?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(raise hand)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yah.. ermm..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(stand up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; (Interviewer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Shall we give him a around of applause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(clap clap clap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever been treated like a dog in a cell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i mean no dog in a sense of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But a dog literally, means its deep in expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being treated like one which is out of expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i don't mean to be one when i came to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just when i relized, i was one, it was too late not to want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was called, commanded and instructed to do the jobs that i'm no supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But to do, is my job and not to do means to be out of job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What to do? when i thought my job was along my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it ends up against my way. whichever can get me cash or some bread to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;How it ends up? that this job was my main source of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The pain, so unbearable,that i could not even handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But what happens? When i drop this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And also the only source of income at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My armour, could be broken and i know this couldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Boss, I've cleaned the place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"NO, look at these! what are these? now go do it again or u'll not see me again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I've enough, fat ass, you been irritating me all day and i want u to get out of my ass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; "I quit, and you are fired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; I opened my eyes and it turns to be a stall and found myself before i know what's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; Rag thrown at my face, and i took a bow and continue cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah, boss's crazy, and she gonna crazy for this one last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My name is Cabist.. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sixteen and a half.. and i just got this name from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know this is weird, but don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just think it on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My name is Cabist.. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sixteen and a half.. and i just got this name from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know this is weird, but don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just think it on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I keep having this dream. I'm slapping that bitch's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;She keeps screaming, her flabby face is bloody cloted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's begging me, her knees are flat on the hard ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Cabist, don't leave, I'm sorry, I'm really am sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Sorry's no use, its aren't gonna change my mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I'm so sorry mdm, I hope this will change your mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I'm leaving, and with effect from now on, I'm gonna leave at right this immedi' instance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"No, cabist NO. I'm begging you, i swear this is the last time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;On my feet, i feel hands gripping my own legs, I swung it with a hard kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And off they go, with a mighty hole behind them.WIth their face, stung in their own ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My name is Cabist.. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sixteen and a half.. and i just got this name from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know this is weird, but don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just think it on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My name is Cabist.. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sixteen and a half.. and i just got this name from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know this is weird, but don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just think it on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Verse 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ten Thousand people, looking at the punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;They applaused and cheer like no one could hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;They are throwing coins at my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I took a bow, and thank you all for appreciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The crowd's screaming, i can't hear any much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I digged for my earplug and plugged it in my ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mind's spinning, the crowd's going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm splitting, the cheer got too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I closed my eyes, i saw that flabby face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Those sunken eyes are staring at me, the meaty lips are speaking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My mind flashes, and all those imiginations flashes into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I raised my eyelid, my eye's hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I took one first look. Twenty dollars, thrown at my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm stunned for twenty seconds, i picked em'up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And left for the exit.My heart's pumbing, my mind's blanking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i know, i'm sacked and I'm right here giving a speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My name is Cabist.. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sixteen and a half.. and i just got this name from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know this is weird, but don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just think it on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;My name is Cabist.. Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sixteen and a half.. and i just got this name from my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know this is weird, but don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't mourn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just think it on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114276051534862060?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114276051534862060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114276051534862060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114276051534862060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114276051534862060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114276051534862060' title='Job'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114222896245087026</id><published>2006-03-13T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T13:56:15.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPORTANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, just picture the scene,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I paint it for you, it was 2006&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this man, named Rakcent was brought into this world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a dream, he saw himself being flirted by girls.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of the sudden, a sound vibrates.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under his ass, a fart unleashed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that smell. So unpleasent.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He choked with a smoke and out of his bed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to cry but know he can't.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rak was not a toddler, he's not a baby.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he ever was, but it's in history.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And history is something that cannot be repeated&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna care? Who's gonna read?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The articles of historians&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only secondary students like rak used to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to understand and memorise&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that rythem, rak moved out of his bed with hardened tears in his eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the toilet to do his usual stuns.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped out in body tears, he dried himself and sit infront of something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which hangs and lags almost every minutes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not kidding, rak told me, it sucks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it call himself a COM-PU-TER.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that a disgrace? When he can actually calculate faster than it does.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infront of the SymcMaster, typing words like what's he's typing now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly similar and identical, just wanting to tell you something.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you better unclogged your ears, rubbed your eyes and straightened up!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your vitamins, trainned up and say your prayers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start planning and take leaves and be free.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an upcoming major event.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author of Simpla.Blogspot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The editor of Simpla Words.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director of Simpla Ltd.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that you guys had been waiting for.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 12 months of excitment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days of sleepless nights.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8760 hours of preparation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;625600 minutes of waiting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31536000 seconds of patience.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday of the all time idol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAKCENT WONG!!!&lt;/strong&gt; who is also me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming chalet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is held from 30th-2nd april 2006.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4days of madness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As only limited vacency is avaliable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only two days(1st-2nd april) are opened to specially invited VIPs.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th-31st of March are reserved for special guests of the other 2 hosts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goh Koon Ann and Goh Koon Pheng, the twin boss of the event.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all 4 days specifically opened to shareholders of the major event.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further details will be kept confidential.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more informations, please logged on to &lt;em&gt;www.simpla.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or enquire at &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;91914308&lt;/span&gt; to speak to our customer sewrvice operators.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday presents are not a compulsory but are expected to bring.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninvited guests may be turned away by the securities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We apologise on behalf of the managment that any inconvinient caused will be regretted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please show your invitation pass without demand to prevent any misunderstanding.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your presence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114222896245087026?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114222896245087026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114222896245087026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114222896245087026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114222896245087026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114222896245087026' title='IMPORTANT'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114180488541228056</id><published>2006-03-08T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:07:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Look,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had, one shot, one oppounity.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the things that you ever wanted,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One moment.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you captured it? Or just let it slip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONONO!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't Shady's blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my blog!! Mine!! MINE!! You asshole!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog have MY words!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Shady's...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINE okay?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-A-B-I-S-T- appro. S' word.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get it wrong in my blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i don't make it clear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to tell you to stop it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before its too late.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't about my life my story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just about one thing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gonna read something about you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about life~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get it wrong in my blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz i don't make it clear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to tell you to stop it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before its too late.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't about my life my story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gonna read something about life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My in-spira-tion.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.`.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other blogs you gonna read about life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of man and woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their journal, who's gonna care?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna read?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiousity who just drive one into these meanginess life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just seeking attention~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you write about your life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that lousy blog space.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i open your webpage&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw that page.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first give it a glance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A red heart caught my eye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A broken one with blood bleeding from it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you gonna imply?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that injured heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must you publish your life to the public.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you trying to seek something that you never had?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thing that you wished for that someone who hear you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A a shoulder for you to lean and to know to know how weak you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Why Why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must you tell me that you are so weak?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Why Why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must you tell me about your weakness?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must you tell the whole world.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are broken.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are being hurt.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no one wanna care you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hope that a tag may dropby.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving you a comfort.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just weak you FUCKING asshole.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Why Why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you give me that news?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Why Why?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must you tell me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you are being dumped.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you felt lonely.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you felt abondoned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And need somene by just your side.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a little speech and show the world how you are comfort.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that... I have nothing else to say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are just seeking attention and you lack some.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a MAN, and not just a Gay.&lt;br&gt;Even a Gay is stronger,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show some dignity that you should have.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a little privacy&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114180488541228056?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114180488541228056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114180488541228056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114180488541228056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114180488541228056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114180488541228056' title='Why?'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114130425112857810</id><published>2006-03-02T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:57:31.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just too bored</title><content type='html'>Just too bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/Hubert153.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Hubert153.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/Hubert156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Hubert156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/Hubert155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Hubert155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114130425112857810?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114130425112857810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114130425112857810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114130425112857810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114130425112857810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114130425112857810' title='Just too bored'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114070700598242730</id><published>2006-02-23T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T16:15:12.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youngsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its year 2006.&lt;br&gt; Things had changed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not like ever before, and so am I.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just *beep* you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeo~&lt;br&gt; There I go again, rythming shit that aren't supposed to be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at that crowd, in my mother school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking people in the crowd, staring people in the daze.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstanding what is happening.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like its not seemed to be.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couples there are holding hands.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrestling each other's tougue in there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is confusing you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyboy's always kissing you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's e one always dumping you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to keep it sheltered from it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it seemed the more you try to do it the more it backfires on you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm 'ware i sound like slim shady.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alot out of shady's tune&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares when himself is humilating Mic' Jackson.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i'm here. To say something. Very important.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That this shit.. can't be go on..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my little youngsters, you are childish.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i am one too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's before and its history.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna care.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all what people would remember.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its what's now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's present and its fact.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna change and able to do it,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fact you are one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassup man?What you staring about?Wanna fight?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nono, nothing's up, i didn't do that? You alright? I don't wanna fight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipi Piahpiah Pipi Piah.. Hokkien Canto dialects swear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking without understanding.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swearing without responsibility.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you stupid? Oh my boys?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act like a gangster seems like a hooligan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swearing like nobody's business, you know what?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beeping* like an asshole doing stuns and making moves.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowd like an audience listening with pleasure.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applause like a compliment but meant to be a flatter.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't cool, its just stupid, and purely useless.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starighten up your shoulder, stiffened up your upper lips.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These done in one night and it's aren't cool as 50cents'.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114070700598242730?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114070700598242730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114070700598242730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114070700598242730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114070700598242730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114070700598242730' title='Youngsters'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114068631798654283</id><published>2006-02-23T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T13:43:51.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPORTANT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, just picture the scene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I paint it for you, it was 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this man, named Rakcent was brought into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a dream, he saw himself being flirted by girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of the sudden, a sound vibrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under his ass, a fart unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that smell. So unpleasent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He choked with a smoke and out of his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to cry but know he can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rak was not a toddler, he's not a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he ever was, but it's in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And history is something that cannot be repeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's gonna care? Who's gonna read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The articles of historians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only secondary students like rak used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care to understand and memorise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that rythem, rak moved out of his bed with hardened tears in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to the toilet to do his usual stuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepped out in body tears, he dried himself and sit infront of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which hangs and lags almost every minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not kidding, rak told me, it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it call himself a COM-PU-TER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that a disgrace? When he can actually calculate faster than it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infront of the SymcMaster, typing words like what's he's typing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly similar and identical, just wanting to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you better unclogged your ears, rubbed your eyes and straightened up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your vitamins, trainned up and say your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start planning and take leaves and be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an upcoming major event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author of Simpla.Blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The editor of Simpla Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director of Simpla Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that you guys had been waiting for.Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 12 months of excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;365 days of sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8760 hours of preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;625600 minutes of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31536000 seconds of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday of the all time idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAKCENT WONG!!!&lt;/strong&gt; who is also me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is held from 30th-2nd april 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4days of madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As only limited vacency is avaliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only two days(1st-2nd april) are opened to specially invited VIPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th-31st of March are reserved for special guests of the other 2 hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goh Koon Ann and Goh Koon Pheng, the twin boss of the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all 4 days specifically opened to shareholders of the major event.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further details will be kept confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more informations, please logged on to &lt;em&gt;www.simpla.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or enquire at &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;91914308&lt;/span&gt; to speak to our customer sewrvice operators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday presents are not a compulsory but are expected to bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninvited guests may be turned away by the securities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We apologise on behalf of the managment that any inconvinient caused will be regretted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please show your invitation pass without demand to prevent any misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114068631798654283?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114068631798654283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114068631798654283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114068631798654283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114068631798654283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114068631798654283' title='IMPORTANT'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-114050533337518624</id><published>2006-02-21T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T15:06:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Claps for my new job in Amara Hotel!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you(s). I appreciate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And jeers for the "fuckup*" Pizza Place!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you(s). I appreciate that once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A better place with a higher pay and a nicer environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who can ask for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No more general working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No more Birdfaces viewing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No more annoying bosses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No more cramping interior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These definetly deserves some claps!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(eye closure for spelling mistakes, thank you, i appreciate that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since I'm feeling so bored down here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why not we make some comparison?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Between...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Pizza Place and The Amara Hotel..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benefits and Privileges working in The Pizza Place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Friendly staff except the boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. General working enviorment-Bao San Bao Hai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. S$4.50/hr- 5 to 6 working hours for noobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Easily adaptable place, you can wash 5hrs of dishes if you know nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Free birdface viewing.- Boss's round-the-clock "L.J*" face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Freeflow of Marinda Orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Free piece of Pizza Place's $4.80/ea pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Free Positions Officer (General Worker) ins-Dishwasher&amp;Cashier&amp;amp;amp;Pizza Boy&amp;Cleaner&amp;amp;Chef&amp;amp;Waiter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Very x10 pressure working enviroment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Chickless working place(no pretty girls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. 3days/wk working days for noob. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Pay per week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benefits and Privileges working in The Amara Hotel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Friendly staff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Banquet working. OTOT working enviroment(own time own target)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. S$5.50/hr for weeknds and S$6/hr for weekdays- 6 working hours, OT up to 10hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Peak hours for about 3hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Freeflow of Orange, Sprite, Coke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Free lunch, and supper(sometimes)[get to eat 700+/table dishes]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Little pressure working environment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Free transport to doorstep after OT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Little chick working place( 2-3 if you are lucky)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. Working days have to be book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Pay per day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;the Service line, you just have to bare with the "Chee Byes*" customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As customers are always "Fuckup*" and that's normal. Perfectly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*( words in * such as this--&gt;(FUCK) are words that requires a little bit of style and class, they are totally friendly and &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; Parental Advisory is required. The managent seek your understanding and therefore do not wish to receive any complaints in regards to these classic and stylish words. All complaints would be ignored and not looked deeply into, any incovenience caused would &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; be regretted. Thank yo&lt;/em&gt;u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's a rough comparison.Please do not use it for any advertising camapiagn as all materials provided are &lt;strong&gt;ALL RIGHTS RESERVED&lt;/strong&gt;. Reliabilty:10%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-114050533337518624?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/114050533337518624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=114050533337518624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114050533337518624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/114050533337518624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114050533337518624' title='Service'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113965460977369591</id><published>2006-02-11T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T18:43:29.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly courses</title><content type='html'>I'm still looking for the courses worth studying.&lt;br /&gt;Any recomandations&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please leave a tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R4: 17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113965460977369591?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113965460977369591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113965460977369591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113965460977369591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113965460977369591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113965460977369591' title='Poly courses'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113662045551823051</id><published>2006-01-07T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T22:51:48.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;years!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've been studying in that secondary school of mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Screwing by teachers, principals, discipline masters and ETC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trashing by schoolmates, classmates and ETC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buying and eating foods and drinks from the school canteen vendors and ETC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And all what I complained were.. Manjusri is a LOUSY school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now i really realize how Angelic Manjusri is although.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The toilet never seemed to be clean and safe to use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The tables and benches never seemed to be in order and hygienic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The teachers never seemed to be kind and caring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The discipline teachers never seemed to be resonable and forgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The classroom never seemed to be like a classroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The students never seemed to be friendly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and 101 things i could mentioned that seemed to be.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Manjusri.. I should say.. I miss the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Schooling seemed to be better.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least you will never worried about being jobless or sacked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At least that is something you can do during the weekdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And weekends you look forward to during the weekdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay.. no more complaints.. the grass always seemed to be greener on the other side.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we are out of the secondary school.. we are adults. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are more matured.. although we still play maple.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most thing could be resolved without violence right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've realize these.. and only this..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So to those people who are still using violence to resolve things.. stop being childish okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameras everywhere..sercurity survillence around the school.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 cameras.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are these shit for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/06-01-06_1713.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Lok at these bees.. they are bees just poisoned by some kinda poison gas behind the school canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suddenly.. Ah lai just announced over the PA system and demand the students to evacuate from the canteen, as they are gonna destroy the bee hive.. Isn't that any rights for these bees to live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somtimes.. I just feel humans are just so selfish.. they destroy for their own benefits..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/06-01-06_1601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/06-01-06_1610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/06-01-06_1609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/06-01-06_1603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/06-01-06_1711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/06-01-06_1602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113662045551823051?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113662045551823051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113662045551823051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113662045551823051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113662045551823051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113662045551823051' title='SHit'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113645775225033662</id><published>2006-01-05T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:42:32.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so bored.... bored... bored!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mapling doesn't seem fun to me any more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School reopend, shouldn't I be in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyday's boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;went to scouts to kinda "help out" yesterday and today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;slack.. Jia Chen's here, distracting me from doing my work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the all time slacking scouts are back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sigh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today? slack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yu Hua is here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saw her, him, they and them. all my old school mates, still wearing that old blue thread, and white shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just don't feel like craping..so show you some photos that i snapped with my razr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/weilong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i took this in Suntec City after my job interview.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kinda saw this Mask Raider walking down the stairs, and caught up with him to take a photo with me&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/mask%20raider.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/childish%20kai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A shadow casted out by a Sunset, isn't me a great photographer??&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/casted%20shadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Siah Mong with his new similey underwear in Sentosa, u saw 2 boobs we made specially for him?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Burying in progress...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/buried.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Just two Aunties taking self-potraits in ShangriLa's Hotel in Sentosa during Ms Tay's wedding&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/amelia%20huixian..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/amelia%20huixian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Win2 taking a nap on my bed in  Malaysia&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/27-11-05_2258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/27-11-05_2256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She insisted to take a photo, so i agreed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/04-01-06_1524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/04-01-06_1516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh ya.. one more thing.. Guess i would be back in Malaysia by next week.. so probably you won't see me online or blogging so often, or maybe, not as much as now.. seeya later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113645775225033662?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113645775225033662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113645775225033662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113645775225033662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113645775225033662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113645775225033662' title=''/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113568754082463917</id><published>2005-12-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:45:40.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Online 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Check Check..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Testing 1.. 2..3..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uhum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Welcome to tonight's MapleNews Online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Statistics had shown XXX number of South East Asians playing MapleSea Online throughout the day 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This rate began to increase with the increase of the Nation's economy growth, as the citizens began to be more able to affort unlimited Broadband access from Singnet or Cable Internet Connection from Starthub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These Statistic had proven that out of 10 Mapliers, 8 of whom are Singaporeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When asked why are they platying Maple Story, most of them would anwser these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AneStorLy: Nb. ,maple fun la.. what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kingtom56: y? dun ks me leh.. later i mass defame u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Amani45: moii mother say ii play maple berix gudx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;XshadowerX: noti 2 do.. play maple lox. lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZzPapaYaCoWzZ: Sianx.. at home nth to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;According to the minister for Singapore's Online Gaming Games, MSOGG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He states that playing Maple is not only healthy but its also promotes social cohesion within different people from different races and religions. As supported by the fact that many black Mapliers are helping white Mapliers to KS brown Mapliers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He also said that Mapling had enhanced one's English language standard and keyboard typing speed. The creativity, Mr Xiao Lang Kian, MSOGG declared had promoted since the introduction of Maple Onine. And hence, MSOGG encouraged the gaming of Maple Story, and he ensured that such gaming is not only totally harmless but also helpful, be it in economic, social, pysochological and also xxx. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Statistic had also shown that the number of Mapliers had increased for the coming Christmas. As Mapliers are amused by the fact that they could celebrate X'mas online. But nonetheless, Orchard road are still flooded by people on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day itself. Also showing that Singaporeans are willing to share their joy of Christmas to Christians although not one themselves.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Maple0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Maple0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Maple0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Maple0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;However.. hackers had been increasily invaded the peace of Maple atmoshphere. These Hackers hacked into the system, enabling them to use xxx for their own benefits. When asked about the existance of hackers in the 2nd international press conference 2005, Mr Xiao Lang Kian, MSOGG declared: These hackers, we will catch them, and not allowing them to spoil the gaming spirit, as my father had said XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. We should therefore work together and stop all these hackers. Follow my father's story my friends. Stop the Mapliers!! We had arranged top level security guards to safeguard the Maple World and we had also made the Super High Speed Screen Shooter downloadable in &lt;a href="http://www.xiaolangkian.com.sg"&gt;www.xiaolangkian.com.sg&lt;/a&gt; at only 20dollars per download. Join the force, destroy the hackers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Due to inrelevant information, MSOGG's Father's story had been censored&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/Maple0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have come to the end of to tonight's Maple News Online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you for watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We'll see you again soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113568754082463917?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113568754082463917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113568754082463917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113568754082463917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113568754082463917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113568754082463917' title='Maple Online 1'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113558279028720725</id><published>2005-12-26T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:39:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yucks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Argh man..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The skin is truly disgusting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How can this be happening on me???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yucks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Peeling peeling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just when will it stops?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can someone please invent something to cure these instanly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Next time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll definitly bring a Sunblock with me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Off to work..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See ya around.. soonnn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113558279028720725?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113558279028720725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113558279028720725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113558279028720725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113558279028720725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113558279028720725' title='Yucks!'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113549688654235811</id><published>2005-12-25T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:48:06.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas</title><content type='html'>Arghh.. didn't managed to catch up with the countdown this year...&lt;br /&gt;Kinda lost my way in orchard. I'm pretty dumb in searching for places i shall not deny.&lt;br /&gt;And of course, i must thank the one who gave me a last minute call, 1hr or so? before 12midnight, requested me to get my ass down town. And town is somewhere i don't usually visit. So getting me to search for places or locations are damn kinda.. impossible...&lt;br /&gt;Well. Nonetheless. We still got to enjoy the snow war~~ in that stretch. Armed ourselves with snow sprays and attack every *black* passserbys.(oh, i'm sorry, but we really not racists, just that. those blanka or indian who i can't draw the line in between just got me too excited whenever in their presence. You know? They are so outstanding in the dark!! And Indians or Blanka, don;t usually get angry easily as far as i know them. Wheres chinese and Malays are more petty in that sense. If you didn't realize, riots and fights or quarrels are mostly started and caused by the two major race group in singapore. Or maybe, Indian language just got me too confused between their Scolding language and normal phrases, they all rather sounds same to me.)and join in those who are acttacked. DO NOT look down on blankas. There's once i sprayed a dot on a Blanka's neck, and hell man, he turn around with a snowspray and string spray, sprayed right into my face!!&lt;br /&gt;Well.. in the end, we split up and slack in Jun Kai's home. Mapling just got Jun Kai too upset, because heon;t know what the hell we are talking. All he knows was.. "ya ya.. the lucky 8 arh.. the best!!, the pig with ribbon ar.. wa.. so strong" Anyway.. later at 3am, we walked from aljunied to bedok reservoir. Reached at about 5.30. And we got back to our respective homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.. the skin on my back is starting to peel off.. so disgusting man.. yucks..&lt;br /&gt;I got a job.. Selling pizza in raffles place.. tomorrow.. 5-10pm.. come and look for me..&lt;br /&gt;ANd lasty.. MERRY CHRISTMAS.. yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113549688654235811?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113549688654235811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113549688654235811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113549688654235811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113549688654235811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113549688654235811' title='Merry X&apos;mas'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113522653073389043</id><published>2005-12-22T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T12:42:10.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palawan Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday 8am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Met Kok Hong and Siah Mong outside Aljunied Station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Jun Kai and Aik Chun joined in later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Took the train to Bugis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Kian Loong and Chee Chai hopped in the same train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Reached Outram Park North East line station, joined in with Gibson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. 8 of us made our way to Harbour Front Station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7. Ate that super disgusting Egg and Milo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. Board the bus to Sentosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9. Took another bus to Palawan Bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. What the hell? The beach was empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11. Nobody, except us and a lifeguard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12. Start jumping into the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;13. Kok Hong, Kian Loong and me swam to the other island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14. Saw some fishes and started cathcing, fail of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15. Chicks hunting started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;16. Saw quite a decent number but just like Aik Chun had say, they are just like "Village Bicycles"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;17. Start disgracing ourselves with a Netball game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;18. Swam to that Yellow Cheesy float and slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;19. Start burying idiots on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20. Thirsty? Siah Mong just bought a Snappy for 6 DOLLARS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;21. Koon Ann joined in later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;22. Went to replay the things we played to entertatin him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;23. PLayed the capsize thing for don'y know how long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;24, Koon Ann lost his specs and we began Specs Hunting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. Due to extreme sea depth and pressure, we couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;26. Went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; The blog is just as boring as my mood right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got sunburn u you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whole body...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Couldn't go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even sleeping's a problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, yesterday was what i call a holiday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113522653073389043?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113522653073389043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113522653073389043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113522653073389043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113522653073389043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113522653073389043' title='Palawan Beach'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113492447375773324</id><published>2005-12-19T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:47:53.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edit</title><content type='html'>I think i'm out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don't care about me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lvl 30.^^&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do some reflection..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113492447375773324?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113492447375773324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113492447375773324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113492447375773324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113492447375773324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113492447375773324' title='Edit'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113492357017249735</id><published>2005-12-19T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:32:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything's so screwed up since that E-Mail. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hate to admit but it's really regretted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe things might change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe it's just impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Or maybe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just fated to be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forget it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where is my JOB??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well.. I can't find a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright we'll call you again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, but we do not hire foreigners..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, but only subjects above 18 is applicable..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What the HELL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is bullshit can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why isn't there anyone willing to employ a foreign talent like me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Forget it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pocket's empty, Maple's empty..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm broke in and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somebody help me can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now even the computer is giving troubles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My god!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Job hunting tommorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let's hope for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113492357017249735?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113492357017249735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113492357017249735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113492357017249735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113492357017249735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113492357017249735' title='Screwed'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113489196139146289</id><published>2005-12-18T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:46:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singaporeans are . . .</title><content type='html'>Super Bus Service is seriously making a loss this time. From my professional observations, 6/10 Singaporeans tapped the EZ link card twice when they board the bus, which allows them to save a few pennies as their trip will only charge them a single bus stop ride. Another 3/10 of the 4/10 Singaporeans who don't tap their EZ link card twice, DO NOT TAP their EZ link card even once, because they are either foreigners or their EZ link card value had used up, so they pay by cash. Not only that, to make matters worse, 6/10 of the 3/10 of the 4/10 singaporeas who don't tap their EZ link card twice do not even pay a single cent, a free ride they are riding to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;Do not argue with me, my friends. Do not doubt my proffessionism. Do not even ask a question. Because! These is my observations.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, get back to the topic. So why do you think Singaporeans would want to tap their EZ link card twice or likewise to save them a few cents?&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourselves, I got to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113489196139146289?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113489196139146289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113489196139146289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113489196139146289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113489196139146289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113489196139146289' title='Singaporeans are . . .'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113142455153121742</id><published>2005-11-08T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:35:51.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insultation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;General Cambridge Examination Ordinary Level 2005 proved how Singaporeans are sneered at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year, due to mocking standards of the examinations, distinctions are positively expected. High rate of A's and B's would be printed in the papers. Causing a decline in pupils who are unable to make it. Does this prove more of a liability than asset?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Low standard of unpressured examininations will only lead to complacency which are responsible for future downfall. Be it in economic aspect or social development, Singapore would somehow be affected NEGATIVELY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2005 GCE O'Level will no longer guage the education level of students. It is now only a puppet to bluff the complacent students into their desired polythenics or junior colleges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hence the insultation 21st century teenagers felt would be absolute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Singapore government now is adversly affecting the education welfare of students instead of rising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nevertheless, Singaporeans should't be too upset or happy with the papers, they should stand firm and tall even among the giants which are millions times larger than them, for the individuals are now the deciding factors of the result outcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113142455153121742?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113142455153121742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113142455153121742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113142455153121742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113142455153121742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113142455153121742' title='Insultation'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113125790437026170</id><published>2005-11-06T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:18:24.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guides</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forward:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those who are still struggling with Humanities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope these short notes would be able to help you guys abit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For those managed to catch my words here today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Congratualation! For those who don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You would have only to blame yourself for not visiting Simpla. HAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Humanlities for Social Studies and History.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically this combination is a subject which you need to try very very hard, try try try, again agian agian and again, in order for you to fail. You would need talent to fail straight Humanlities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why do i say this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Source base. All you need to do is follow instructions.. Really.. just instructions. What's the examiner is looking for is not the correct anwser, in fact, there's no correct anwser in Humanlities. Throw in your opinions and skills. Its the skills that give you the marks. And the opinions to score high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Essay basically needs you to understand more the context than you need to for source base. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Same. The skills/format and your opinions. The contextual knowledge is just to let you generate opinions. So all you need is to understand, not memorize. Know what the question is asking, know the factors, write your opinions according to the format. For those who had memorized the context, no worries, you are safer. For those who have not yet to memorise. No worries too. Remember the different factors leading to the effect/cause, just the subheadings in your text. The supporting details, just understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dumping in everything you have in essay will only bring you 5-6marks. Opinion+Format+a little &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;contextual knowledge&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;give you full marks. Read the redspot Q&amp;amp;A and you will understand what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113125790437026170?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113125790437026170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113125790437026170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113125790437026170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113125790437026170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113125790437026170' title='Guides'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-113058960743346008</id><published>2005-10-29T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:15:36.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffs</title><content type='html'>Ever wonder why scientists say human's brain is the most powerful thing on earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well.. if you think on the surface.. you may reckon that the scientists are just trying to boost themselves by saying,"I'm the most powerful person on earth, because i have the most powerful thing on earth"indirectly of course! How ignorant he can be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, if you get yourself between the lines, you will read,"I'm the most powerful person on eath, because i have the most powerful thing on earth"and this will get you into the scientist's position who you had criticise earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is human. Humans do not usually criticise themselves before they pick holes in others. And therefore, humans do not usually find faults with themselves. You may be perfect and make no mistakes, nobody will noticed you.But if you just made the slightest mistake, everybody will notice. People do not usually look for good things. They prefer to blame than to praise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday on channel 5, 10pm. There's a exclusive show "Full Circle". This film shows how a man was treated with disgrace by his parents. This is a biography, a true story of a man who dreams to be a woman. He was therefore detested by his father. His father slaps and kicks him whenever his father saw him putting on makeups. Numerous conflicts between father and son was stopped by the grandma. However, the man, just a teenager at that time was chased out of the house.Since than, he lived away from his family, alone. This is where he relised his only true friend who is willing to have him as a "gay" friend(the friend is not a gay) and put him up at home. Years passed, he's still being isolated from home, taking up odd jobs to make end meets. His grandmother always tell him to be strong. He's strong, he met Kumar(a male actor who acts as woman) and from there, he started his career as a performer. His life turns better since than. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Papers were after him, audience was waiting for him, he's truly suceeding. Everybody thinks he's good. Except his father, his father refused to regonise him as his son since he was very young. Imagine your father telling you in your face that he DO NOT wish to see you again ever again, you are NO longer his son. Hari Raya, supposed to be a joyful festival for malays, happily, the actor went to see his mother after his sister's pleading. Guess what? His mother slides over the window, peep out, and ask him to leave. "please leave". Two words of greetings after 8years of seperation. How cruel can they be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Series of unfortunate events lead to another, his sister, who is the only family members he loved, died. And he gets to know this only on the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That fateful night, Leroy(the ah gua) called his mother, and request her to one of his show. She had divorced than. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every night, Leroy would search the crowd for the person he's most dying to see whould come. Every night, he was disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There, at that night, the special audience came, with her friends and family. She looked cold, her friends thought he was her daughter, being such a proffesional in making up, he had blurred the line between man and woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon request, Leroy's special guest went up to the stage to "perform the drama". The mother and son hugged each other tightly as this is the first time they hug since birth. His mother had accepted him, his career and for what he is. "She's so beautiful!" her friends followed her on stage and praised her. "He's my son." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No matter who you or what you do, your mother would love you, because, you are her son. So, remember to say "I LOVE YOU" to your mother before its too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Learn to forget and to forgive to make your life better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your best friend will only comes when you are in the most sorrowful state, for Leroy, his true friend is Kim. And they had went through together throughout their whole journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I've learned to respect gays and lesbians, Ah Gua or whatever because behind every scene, there's a scriptwriter and a story. Respect others respect yourself, who knows you might end up as one of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, good lucks for all O'level students in Singapore. Work hard for the final lap, finish it ONCE and for ALL, stop playin Maple Story, Dota or whatsoever. You can do anything that you will not regret, for regret is the most sinful thing a man should feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-113058960743346008?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/113058960743346008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=113058960743346008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113058960743346008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/113058960743346008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113058960743346008' title='Stuffs'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-112990610684745309</id><published>2005-10-21T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:48:26.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJR idol</title><content type='html'>Manjusri Idol?&lt;br /&gt;Rocks or NOT?&lt;br /&gt;I bet not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJR Idol Audition started with a resonable number of audience, mainly graduating students. For the obvious reasons that they're "free". Some may need to attend CCA, class or whatever. Some? They don't even know such audition existed.&lt;br /&gt;"BIG" MJR event with no posters, notice and shit, who would you expect to turn up?&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic number of contestants, the winner is already determined. What else is there to compete then?&lt;br /&gt;Deejay? Nonono.. Poor technical organisation. Lousy PA system. Sickening work. Rather ammused when it was announced that the disc was not found/lost. Result? the contestant lost the chance to sing. No any information of the singer was given(name of songs singing etc.)&lt;br /&gt;Judge? you have my sympathy. No comments and etc for the contestant but just "thank you very much" and you request or rather as you demand the participant to leave the stage.&lt;br /&gt;The singers? Well.. If i'm the judge, I would advise you to look yourself into the mirror and pratise more mic skill pratices before going up the stage and disgrace your parents' name.&lt;br /&gt;This outrageous can? You have such a " " voice, you came up to the stage, held up the mic, and hide behind the voice of the actual singer.&lt;br /&gt;Holding up  your mic and do that stupid stun, trying to to the effect. You think that's cool? It only proved that you need the position of the mic to create the effect which you can't with your own original unprocessed voice. It does NOT shows any of your professionlism or whatever, it just shows how NOOB you are! The worst thing is, you had created nothing.. NOTHING! For you had succeeded in hiding your voice behind the CD.&lt;br /&gt;Some sang well.. I admit. But its just something too shameful to confess of as a Manjusrian.&lt;br /&gt;Most Manjusrians, i should say had no talent in these kinda talent-base activities. Forget it.. forget it.. really..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, they should like kinda, organise a singing club first, a jamming club would be a good idea.That would surly make Manjusri a celebrity school.&lt;br /&gt;Overall rating.. 1.5/5 stars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-112990610684745309?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112990610684745309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=112990610684745309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112990610684745309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112990610684745309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112990610684745309' title='MJR idol'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-112981715006627992</id><published>2005-10-20T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T22:05:50.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT</title><content type='html'>Finally.. We're graduated from the "you ai you hen" Majusri Sec..&lt;br /&gt;Hate the teachers for being so naggy&lt;br /&gt;Hate the school for being so F' up&lt;br /&gt;Hate the DC&lt;br /&gt;Hate the Ex-principal&lt;br /&gt;Hate the pupils&lt;br /&gt;and those shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...&lt;br /&gt;There's still time when we mess together.&lt;br /&gt;Fun, Joy, Laughter, a mixture of elements and compounds.&lt;br /&gt;For 4 years(minus a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;Manjusrian life had been hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001&lt;br /&gt;Came to this school call Manjusri Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;First impression = BAD BAD BAD&lt;br /&gt;First teacher seen = TEO WAH CHOK(or whatever)&lt;br /&gt;2002&lt;br /&gt;Stepped into this school as a student&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1G&lt;br /&gt;With no friends nor kin&lt;br /&gt;Form Teacher was friendly though.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well.&lt;br /&gt;Met the Principal.&lt;br /&gt;impression = HORRIBLE&lt;br /&gt;CCA orientation.&lt;br /&gt;Joined Scouts&lt;br /&gt;Met Derrick and Sam&lt;br /&gt;Created great fiendship with Lun Han, Melvin, Derrick, Sam and Jie Han(Kosdependent)&lt;br /&gt;2003&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2H&lt;br /&gt;Conflicts between friends&lt;br /&gt;Fell out with Jie Han&lt;br /&gt;First Discipline case.&lt;br /&gt;Became frquent apperant in DC, RTC and ICC&lt;br /&gt;Took up martial arts as hobby&lt;br /&gt;Sparred everyday&lt;br /&gt;Explored everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Restricted Areas = Public Places&lt;br /&gt;World of Friends&lt;br /&gt;2004&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3I&lt;br /&gt;Hate the school for seperating us&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the new unfamiliar class&lt;br /&gt;Together.. with Marcus accompany.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and Joy&lt;br /&gt;Slowly..&lt;br /&gt;Firendships started bonding&lt;br /&gt;Koon Ann accompany&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and Joy&lt;br /&gt;2005&lt;br /&gt;Friendship continues&lt;br /&gt;Became one of the most noisy groups across sec 4&lt;br /&gt;With addition of Sec 4J,&lt;br /&gt;The level is equally as noisy without other classes.&lt;br /&gt;POP&lt;br /&gt;Said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day&lt;br /&gt;Farewell my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are for life&lt;br /&gt;Though we may not contact anymore, but we are still friends, BEST BEST friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lun Han, Melvin, Sam, Derrick, Wei Long, Desmond, Jia Chen, Marcus, Kher Meng, Yi Yang, Zhen Hong, Aik Chun, Koon Ann, Koon Pheng, Siah Mong, Gibson, Kian Loong, Emmerson, Yi Wei, Chee Hiang, Chee Chai, Jia Yang, Patrick, Jun Kai, Wei Zhen, Ying Qian, Kok Hong, Ying Ting, Amelia, Huixian, Christina, Sin Rui, Swan Chiu, Claris, Jasmine, Shaidutul, Marilyn, Hui Xiang, Ling Hong, Zhi Yun, Adeline, Maggie, Andy, Kian Chang, Cecelia, Kerlyn, Yvonne, Yi Hua, Yen Yi, Wan Hui, Xiao Qing, Lili, Xiao Yun, Xiao Ting, Sharoln, Xian Neng, Wilson, Weidi, Wei Sheng, Wan Ling, Wai Yi, Vannessa, Toh Wee, Stephanie, Si Zheng, Shu Yi, Diana, Rong Yan, Navjoth, Michael, Ken, Jocelyn, Xiao Mei, Jia Rui, Iris, Germaine, Alloysia, Alloysius, Emily, Edmund, Eddie, Chun Heng, Sanee, Cai Jun, Bohan, Pawat, Bee Teng, Alyssa, Yvonne Goh+Sia+Kuah+Tan+Ng, Habibolah, Zhong Yuan, Mark, Shammear, Zhu Rong, Jocelyn Chua+Chua+Lau.&lt;br /&gt;Who else? I can't remember.. sorry if i missed out anybody. Those above are those who i had contacted before, those Jia Pa Lang never talked before the classmates not counted arh..&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you some pictures than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/1600/DSC01753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1932/597/320/DSC01753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waa.. sian.. dun wan upload liao.. very laggy.&lt;br /&gt;Nest time ba..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-112981715006627992?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112981715006627992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=112981715006627992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112981715006627992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112981715006627992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112981715006627992' title='NEXT'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-112979610558728000</id><published>2005-10-20T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:15:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check</title><content type='html'>Alright! Simpla's back.&lt;br /&gt;Updating.......................&lt;br /&gt;Please check back again later.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the best for the coming O'levels.&lt;br /&gt;And... as for the pratcial test today......&lt;br /&gt;Its ZINC NITRATE can????? don't argue.&lt;br /&gt;For those who had Zinc or Aluminium Nitrate.. Congratulation!! It seemed like Aluminium's the correct anwser. There are conflicts even within the Chemists themselves. A report had been written to the Campbridge, suggesting two possible answers.. So the correct anwser would be 50-50. &lt;br /&gt;Chaoys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-112979610558728000?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112979610558728000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=112979610558728000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112979610558728000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112979610558728000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112979610558728000' title='Check'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-112807515182866736</id><published>2005-09-30T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T18:12:31.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing</title><content type='html'>Simpla will be closing due to some stupid errors.&lt;br /&gt;Please try again later next month.&lt;br /&gt;Any unconvenience caused is deeply not regretted.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-112807515182866736?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112807515182866736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=112807515182866736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112807515182866736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112807515182866736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112807515182866736' title='Closing'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-112747206990836250</id><published>2005-09-23T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T18:41:09.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what??</title><content type='html'>Its been some time since i last blogged, busy you see.. ermm.. should i say lazy?&lt;br /&gt;If i have time to play maple, certainly i would have time to blog right? Ya, Ya.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've just set a new record, probably the latest latecomer, oh? you know you know. Today.. woke up at 6, back to sleep at 6.10 after seeing a pile shit at the corridor. Thanks to the idiotic dog, my dad brought home to let me take care of.&lt;br /&gt;really.. Saw the shit.. alot of shit, = sian three quarter. so? sleep, no more mood.&lt;br /&gt;sleep sleep sleep.. till 12noon than woke up. uhuh, actually.. should be slacking for the rest of the day, but my dear brother Goh Koon Ann told me that the old man, Mr Choo is teaching something VERY important, out of syllibus some more. Tempted to score the subject, i called ms tay.. erm.. sms i mean. asked her if i could attend school today, den she replied "go to school loh", ya la ya la.. den i cheong out. stepped out only, a taxi drove past, yes! keep flagging, but to no avil. because its friday, so got alot muslims flagging for taxi. i'm in a hurry you see, so i cut queue, went right to the front and took the cab. Haha.. traffic jam la, reach school at 1.15pm. The old man asked me where i went to? i explained that i just arrived in school, than he gave me that pissed off look. one period only leh, today. ass man.. in the end, he's aren't teaching anything VERY important. Man... Yes! tio bomb.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just reminded of the mass english lecturing today, attended it and miss my appointment with Kerlyn. ohoh.. I'm soooo apologetic can. nvm la.. she always bomb me wan.. today bomb her fair and square loh. Make up your lesson this sunday can? haha.&lt;br /&gt;I score a 9 for my english. what a move.. 19/50.. ArghHH.. &lt;br /&gt;After the lesson, Koon Pheng, Koon Ann, Wei Zheng and me went to the Pasar Malam or whatever to eat. looks like the standard had dropped hur? the chicken wing is the worst ever wing i've eaten in my life, excluding the ones i fried myself. Raised price, dropped quality, and the market is soooo small.. remind me of the Night Markets in Malaysia.. hahha.. the PM there is much nicer and cheaper can.. Koon Pheng also miss the Chee Chiong Kia in KL. Haha.. One day.. I'll go there and fulfil my entire wishlist in one night. &lt;br /&gt;Okay.. that'a all.. bye bye peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Lvl 20 here i come!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;nono.. better bring the two dogs out first...&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-112747206990836250?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112747206990836250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=112747206990836250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112747206990836250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112747206990836250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112747206990836250' title='what??'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-112701242902754268</id><published>2005-09-18T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T11:03:55.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The friendship that can cease has never been real.-&lt;em&gt;Saint Jerome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every man should have a fair-sized cemetery in which to bury the faults of his friends.-&lt;em&gt;Henry&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Brooks Adams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this - very little is needed to make a happy life-&lt;em&gt;Marcus Aurelius&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is you either break that fake friendship of yours, or make it a real one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your life happy, do as you please&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Regret" is something that human beings should never experience. - &lt;em&gt;Cabist Viper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-112701242902754268?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112701242902754268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=112701242902754268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112701242902754268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112701242902754268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112701242902754268' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-112688823782760478</id><published>2005-09-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T10:43:02.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prevention</title><content type='html'>To prevent the status of outdation, I hereby wish goodnight to eveybody reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;I got update de, k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-112688823782760478?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112688823782760478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=112688823782760478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112688823782760478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112688823782760478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112688823782760478' title='Prevention'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648866.post-112632807603403060</id><published>2005-09-10T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:06:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Longest Yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Am lazy to blog yesterday, so i shall make it up today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay.. make up lesson one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday.. was.. well.. another day wasted, thanks to my good good buddy.. Mr goh koon ann.. He called me during my gamming time and asked me out. Negotiate negotiate.. we went to Marina.. 2 of us only can.. haa.. oh yes.. i'm a gay.. so is he.. We went to date.. Watched The Longest Yard.. its funny.. really really funny... haha.. nice show indeed.. there's alot of well known celebrities in the show.. Nelly.. the WWE superstars, Goldberg and Steve Austin.. haha.. Of cox.. you know.. with the two wrestlers the movie gonna be a violent wan.. oh yes.. indeed it is.. very violent, not those blood core but the actions.. crushing and those shit.. The show is about playing american football in the prison.. Oh oh.. my 2nd prison show this week.. soso.. there was a match between the guards and the convicts.. It shows how the team captain trained a team in dunno how many weeks.. and convinced the violent convicts into joinning his team, he got a bad reputation of betrayin his team can, so its rather difficult to set up a team, and most of the team players are not interested in winning the game, they're rather interested in wacking the guards, and of cox, only in the game they're able to wack the guards, till their mum can't even regonised them. they are usually mistreated by the guards u see?.. soso.. like that lo.. no sopilers la.. just to make you itchy abit.. so if u wanna know who's the winner and what happened in the end.. go watch it.. its really nice.. i guarantee~ Cheese burgars and those shit, ahaha.. the director is impressive.. if you are those who enjoys seeing people being wacked.. go watch it.. who knows u r able to pick up some screwing skils along the way.. Their conversation are cool too! Amercian way of speakin.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its not often that rakcent will recommand movies can.. becoz he seldom watch.. so if he does.. the movie's really good.. haha.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh.. and i managed to find some ost for this movie..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;go search it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;akon - so fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wc ft nelly - whip yo ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;taylor made ft nelly - datz on my mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nelly - fly away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;nelly - errtime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lil wayne - shorty bounce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chamillionaire &amp; david banner- talkin that talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ali &amp;amp; gipp - let 'em fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you could get a copy of the songs from &lt;a href="mailto:rakcentwong913@hotmail.com"&gt;rakcentwong913@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha.. get from me.. its 98cents per song, 1 cent cheaper den market price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thank you, limited time only.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh also.. i've noticed alot of grammar mistakes here and there.. lazy to edit.. so just bear with it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway.. my english sucks, so its aren't no surprising there are mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8648866-112632807603403060?l=rakcentwong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/feeds/112632807603403060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8648866&amp;postID=112632807603403060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112632807603403060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8648866/posts/default/112632807603403060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rakcentwong.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112632807603403060' title='The Longest Yard'/><author><name>Hello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15882666701124904620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GMybwGluK7E/SOoNOpPw7aI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KggJdQC-KOs/S220/DSCN3432.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
