<?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-11780548</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:25:23.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Captain! my Captain!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-4224197797666585629</id><published>2008-01-25T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T16:39:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Work Assignment</title><content type='html'>Today my boss called me into her office to issue me with a new work assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I came out of the office, my colleague using MSN, asked me what the assignment was:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/2435/arklp6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful yatch, I'm sure it could sail to the moon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In truth no yatch was built and I was issued with a boring assignment instead... lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-4224197797666585629?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/4224197797666585629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=4224197797666585629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/4224197797666585629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/4224197797666585629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-work-assignment.html' title='A New Work Assignment'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-6441703107814233854</id><published>2008-01-24T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:33:31.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Oakley product</title><content type='html'>Oakley Medusa Hat (US$500) + Goggles (US$250):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Militant design with 8-base lens curvature for vast peripheral view, durable Plutonite® lens material with 100% UV protection, Black Iridium® lens coating for precisely tuned light transmission, stitch detailing, and rivets for attachment to leather skullcap (sold separately). For those who pursue defiance without restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabric: Hand Stitched Natural Leather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medusa Hat:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/oakley-medusa-headgear-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different hair.. I mean "hat"-style lol:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/oakley-medusa-headgear-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locks too long for your liking? Tie it up!:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/oakley-medusa-headgear-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goggles:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thegreenhead.com/imgs/oakley-medusa-goggles-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something strange... in the neighbourhood!&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine someone wearing this in public?&lt;br /&gt;It would make you stand out for sure, but I don't think that it serves any practical purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somehow guessing that those with a Predator fetish would love it:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img254.imageshack.us/img254/7310/predatorgo5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really the future of fashion? It might be... In a post-apocalyptic world that is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-6441703107814233854?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/6441703107814233854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=6441703107814233854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/6441703107814233854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/6441703107814233854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2008/01/strange-product-release-from-oakley.html' title='Strange Oakley product'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-3526958931269745400</id><published>2007-12-21T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T14:38:48.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn Alert!</title><content type='html'>Free Porn:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.roflcat.com/images/cats/catsex.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/443/att00004wr9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o114/bekkibandit88/dog-plays-dead-or-passed-out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-3526958931269745400?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/3526958931269745400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=3526958931269745400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/3526958931269745400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/3526958931269745400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2007/12/porn-alert.html' title='Porn Alert!'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-392971350324839745</id><published>2007-10-19T13:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:06:34.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another nice picture i drew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lwerNeL6Anw/RxhJWfJ3vTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kS7jvpOmPII/s1600-h/sig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lwerNeL6Anw/RxhJWfJ3vTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kS7jvpOmPII/s400/sig2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122925226802789682" 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/11780548-392971350324839745?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/392971350324839745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=392971350324839745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/392971350324839745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/392971350324839745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-nice-picture-i-drew.html' title='Another nice picture i drew'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lwerNeL6Anw/RxhJWfJ3vTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kS7jvpOmPII/s72-c/sig2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-539692818274886608</id><published>2007-10-12T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:42:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice picture I drew</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img260.imageshack.us/img260/5049/sigbb0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-539692818274886608?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/539692818274886608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=539692818274886608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/539692818274886608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/539692818274886608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2007/10/nice-picture-i-drew.html' title='A nice picture I drew'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-116369128871768742</id><published>2006-11-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:34:48.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A note</title><content type='html'>This blog has been restored for archival purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mr Keating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-116369128871768742?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/116369128871768742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=116369128871768742' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/116369128871768742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/116369128871768742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/11/note.html' title='A note'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115670799830753062</id><published>2006-08-28T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T04:38:21.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Fast and 2 Furious... for your own good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was driving home last tuesday night on the TPE and admittedly, I was over the speedlimit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As I was passing a bridge, I saw a traffic police vehicle with speed trap set-up by the side of the road. I was worried about being caught, but fortunately after checking on the 'EDDIES' system (Electronic Driver Data Information &amp; Enquiry System-&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="https://www.psi.gov.sg/NASApp/tmf/TMFServlet?app=SPF-PTD-EDDIES-II&amp;Reload="&gt;click here to visit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;), I realised I was off the hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After hearing about the recent crash involving a Subaru WRX racing a Mazda RX-8 in Singapore in which a 23 year old guy died(driver of the WRX), all of you will be happy to know that I have since resolved to driving slower and watching my speed on local roads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was reported that 2 trees were uprooted and the car had also smashed into 2 stationary vehicles. The WRX was supposedly so badly damaged, that it was only the still-intact tail lights which made it recognisable as a Subaru.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah well, nothing good ever comes from driving fast on Singapore roads, unless you consider sponsoring the Traffic Police's pay via your fines and summons as a form of charity! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway here's a video of some guy trying to do 180km/h on Singapore roads(Ulu Pandan according to the description). Watch till the end, because something really stupid happens!:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: georgia;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyTnjlmBohA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MyTnjlmBohA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha! Dumb driver. He couldn't control his turn and his car skidded across to the opposite side of the road(the side that is facing oncoming traffic) and hit something in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moral of the story? Driving fast on Singapore roads isn't safe, even if your car can handle the power and torque well. This is because local roads are made for certain speeds and aren't as flat or smooth as say, the Autobahn in Germany where there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ISN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; a speed limit. Hence if these speeds are exceeded and your car hits a pot-hole or something, it might flip over(touch-wood of course). I've read that our expressways are only made for speeds up to 120km/h, but I know many people have gone over that limit before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, cheap thrills. I've gone really fast before too, but I'm not going to publish it here! haha.. That once was enough for me. It just isn't worth it if your life is at risk, unless you just happen to be a cat driving behind the wheel. In that case you would have 9 lives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In conclusion, if you wish to speed you should do it at a race circuit with the right gear, helmet, fire-proof suit, etc. Circuits have the right facilities, road conditions, not to mention emergency vehicles nearby, just incase any accidents occur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Note:-&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This safety message was brought to you by Mr Keating and has entirely no association with the Traffic Police force. He was in no way forced, bribed or coerced into doing so and as such is perfectly fine, in fact not just fine but very healthy indeed! He is currently enjoying his cornflakes at the time of post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha.. Till we meet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-115670799830753062?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115670799830753062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115670799830753062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115670799830753062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115670799830753062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-fast-and-2-furious-for-your-own-good.html' title='2 Fast and 2 Furious... for your own good?'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115643932996139642</id><published>2006-08-24T23:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:29:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being single</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've remained single by choice even till now.&lt;br /&gt;That's 23 years and counting, everyday is a new record for me.&lt;br /&gt;Friends around me always ask questions like "found a girlfriend yet?" even my mom has voiced her concerns and sometimes asks me why I'm still single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;"Don't you like anyone?"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That is a common question people tend to ask me. When I reply no, they say "you're too picky!" Well that's not completely true. I have met and known many nice and good-looking people since my JC days, yet I've chosen to remain single because of a simple reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chemistry is more important that anything else. I'm not talking bout the stuff you studied in the lab while you worked with test-tubes and foul smelling liquids after chemical reactions gone wrong haha.. but whether we can communicate on a unique level and frequency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I just wanted a trophy girlfriend I would go after the next hot babe that I come across but that has never been the case for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've always been patient when it comes to these sort of things and I believe that they cannot be rushed so I'm willing to wait for the longest time, till I meet someone whom I can share my deepest feelings with, have engaging conversations, appreciates my sense of humour, etc and vice-versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some of my friends think that I have high standards, but don't be surprised that when I ever get attached, she turns out to be the sweet girl-next-door. Sometimes, simplicity can be beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;'Attraction' vs 'Like'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Attraction' versus 'Like'. I interpret these two words very differently. If you ask me if I find someone attractive, sure I do, alot of times too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However to actually like someone, I feel that you have to get to know the other person on a deeper level. Afterall, how long can appearances last? Besides some of the best looking people might have the worst characters or might be the least compatible with you, so you never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some people believe that only by going into a relationship are you able to tell if you both are compatible or not. I disagree with this to a certain extent because alot can already be determined beforehand, you just have to know how to go about doing it! However it is true that certain sides to a person might not show till you are in a relationship. I guess that's a chance we all have to take, that's why breakups happen right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah well, this is just my view on this matter. I'm sure all of you might have different ideas, beliefs and concepts too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;"Planning to stay single forever?"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of course not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However as I mentioned earlier, I am patient and willing to wait since I've been single for so long and am used to it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't mind getting to know more people in the meantime and expanding my social circle though. Who knows? One of these days whether in the near future or far ahead, I might finally fulfill my destiny and walk the path that many of you have already walked before me- that of which is being in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I quote a phrase from a t-shirt I have. It is printed:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Stay Single!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Or at least till you find true love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I bought the t-shirt for fun. However now that I think of it, it really does makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well that's all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From your friend, Mr Keating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-115643932996139642?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115643932996139642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115643932996139642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115643932996139642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115643932996139642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-being-single.html' title='On being single'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115545035142384993</id><published>2006-08-13T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T01:58:45.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest Incident Of The Year Award 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funniest Incident Of The Year Award - &lt;/span&gt;"The Great BBC Mix-up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;I must have seen the same video at least 20 times and each time I couldn't help but laugh.. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;According to sources&lt;/u&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Guy Goma&lt;/span&gt; was waiting in the main reception area of the BBC's London headquarters to be interviewed for a position as a "Data Support Cleanser" in the Corporation's IT department.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Guy Kewney&lt;/span&gt;, a British Internet expert, was in another reception area, known as Stage Door, preparing for a live television interview on the subject of Apple Computer's court case with The Beatles' record label, Apple Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The producer who was sent to fetch Kewney, however, was directed to the wrong reception area. Not knowing what Kewney looked like, the producer asked the receptionist which gentleman was Guy Kewney. She pointed to Guy Goma. He approached Goma and asked him if he was Guy Kewney. Hearing his first name but perhaps believing "Kewney" to be a mispronunciation of his last name, Goma answered in the affirmative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goma was led to the News 24 studio. BBC staffers put on makeup, and he was ushered to the television studio, where he was seated in front of the cameras and wired up with a microphone.&lt;br /&gt;Although believing the situation to be highly unusual, he &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;prepared to do his best for what he believed would be his job interview&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the live-recording started and when introduced by interviewer Karen Bowerman as Internet expert Guy Kewney, Goma became visibly shocked as he finally realized the serious misunderstanding that had taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now aware of the fact that he was on live television and not wishing to make a scene now that the interview had already begun, he simply played along, doing his best (in heavily French-accented English because he is a foreigner with a work permit) to answer the interviewer's questions about the Apple Corps v. Apple Computer case and its ramifications for the music industry!"&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His facial expressions in the first 5 seconds are absolutely classic! Especially the last part just before he said "Good Morning!" where he shifted his eyes to the left and tried to suppress his smile. The funniest thing I've seen this year!! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(REMEMBER TO LOOK AT HIS FACE!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/02YW7qJsRE8"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/02YW7qJsRE8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His reply after the interviewer asked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Were you surprised by this verdict today&lt;/span&gt;?", was a dead give away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He actually attempted to explain himself by replying, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;When I came, they told me something else and I am coming. You got an interview that's all. So a big surprise anyway&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The interviewer probably didn't understand 3/4 of what he was saying because of his accent and only caught the last part of his reply which was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;a big surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;", &lt;/span&gt;which she thought referred to his opinion of the court decision in the Apple Vs Apple case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here's a transcript of the interview&lt;/u&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Karen Bowerman&lt;/span&gt;: Well, Guy Kewney is editor of the technology website Newswireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Goma&lt;/span&gt;: (Expression of Shock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    KB&lt;/span&gt;: Hello, good morning to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Goma&lt;/span&gt;: Good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    KB&lt;/span&gt;: Were you surprised by this verdict today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Goma&lt;/span&gt;: I am very surprised to see...this verdict to come on me, because I was not expecting that. When I came, they told me something else and I am coming. You got an interview that's all. So a big surprise anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    KB&lt;/span&gt;: A big surprise, yeah, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Goma&lt;/span&gt;: Exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    KB&lt;/span&gt;: With regards to the costs involved, do you think now more people will be downloading online?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Goma&lt;/span&gt;: Actually, if you can go everywhere you're gonna see a lot of people downloading to the Internet and the website, and everything they want. But I think...eh...it is much better for the development and...eh...to inform people what they want and to get the easy way and so faster if they are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; KB&lt;/span&gt;: It does really seem to be the way the music industry's progressing now, that people want to go onto the website and download music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Goma&lt;/span&gt;: Exactly. You can go everywhere on the cyber cafe, and you can take...you can go easy. It is going to be an easy way for everyone to get something to the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    KB&lt;/span&gt;: Guy Kewney, thanks very much indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Credit to him though for playing along and attempting to answer the questions to the best of his ability. At least he tried to keep a straight face for the rest of the interview and sounded calm enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Goma, you're THE MAN!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&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/11780548-115545035142384993?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115545035142384993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115545035142384993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115545035142384993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115545035142384993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/08/funniest-incident-of-year-award-2006.html' title='Funniest Incident Of The Year Award 2006'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115528908751499007</id><published>2006-08-11T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T04:45:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An insight: Beauty, brains and material gains?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post might be a little wordy, but I assure you it's worth a read and perhaps might provoke your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, brains and material gains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to choosing that ideal someone, which of the above qualities would you like to see in a person? Obviously nobody would mind these qualities together. However to be realistic its not very often that you come across someone who possess all of the above and is still available, if they exist at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Beauty.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are superficial.&lt;br /&gt;This is a statement and not a debatable topic, because nature made us this way and we were all pre-programmed in our minds to appreciate beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The only arguable point then, is to what degree  is a person superficial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again the often used cliche states that "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"&lt;br /&gt;Definitely true, I would say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure many of you have come across the situation where your friend points out someone to you and says that he/she is good looking, and you would disagree.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we all have different concepts of 'beauty' and the characteristics of a person that defines what 'beauty' really is to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting thing to note is that research has been done before and according to the results(whether conclusive or not) people with more symmetrical features tend to be more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Inner beauty &amp; Character.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going past the surface, I personally believe that character is an important aspect of the inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However what is inner beauty?&lt;br /&gt;Well I will use a simple example to illustrate this.&lt;br /&gt;I remember during my childhood I read a book by Roald Dahl titled "The Twits":-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4221/969/1600/twits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4221/969/320/twits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote from the writer himself:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until it looks so ugly you can hardly bear to look at it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, Mrs Twit used to be beautiful when she was young. As she grew older she became the ugly person on the cover of the book! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway back to my main point and the definition of 'inner beauty'- Humans don't grow uglier as their characters get worse. However they still become ugly to us psychologically. By this I refer to indicators like, avoiding them, not wanting their company etc.&lt;br /&gt;You get my point right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sure, everyone doesn't mind getting to know good looking people but once they get past that stage and grow used to/tired of a person's looks, what maintains the impression of 'attractiveness' is a person's character, or at least I believe so anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Attractive qualities of a person's character]:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Responsibility-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsilibity for actions, in work, studies , etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Reliability-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supportive, silent yet strong, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Honesty-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfulness in communication, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Kind-heartedness-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring, thoughtfulness, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Wit-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting humour, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course many different qualities that people look out for and the list could go on and on, but the above would certainly contribute to overall attractiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Of course there also has to be a list of Turn-offs]:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Quiet-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously if a person is too quiet, how am I supposed to know if he/she is of any substance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Dishonesty-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untruthful, deceitful. Be brave enough to admit, don't live in fear and regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Extreme Privacy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, everyone deserves their own private space. However if there's a 'Keep Out!" sign hanging on every door that people try to open, or everything in your life is like a Top Secret military document then obviously many people will get frustrated, get turned-off and just not bother in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question then is, would you rather remember someone who is good to look at, or someone whom is of importance to you? If you find that you are engaging in any of the above, you should try to do something about it fast!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;On Brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Through evolution as we grow smarter, we become wiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are Bill Gates, Michael Dell or Sim Wong Hoo good-looking?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so, but yet they are very successful people. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind trading places with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beauty has short-term advantages. However in the long-run, the only way to survive in this material world is to have the brains to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;People who are engaging and insightful are interesting and attractive in their own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brains are not just about being smart, its about being adaptable and flexible to change with the times. It is about understanding what you are good at and excelling in it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you were in school, if your teacher told you to "Stop living in your own world!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately that is the harsh truth of reality.&lt;br /&gt;The world never was, and never will be exclusively yours or mine.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Beauty vs Brains.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;This obviously differs from person to person.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I feel that the importance of brains supercedes beauty in modernity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not however, if you are not blessed with the intellgence of Albert Einstein or the ingenuity of Leonardo DaVinci. Your studies may not be that great but neither were Gate's nor Dell's and you might possess talents in other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through hardwork, you can gain recognition as well and that is beauty in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never harmful to have hopes or a dream that you can work towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Who knows? One fine day your dream might end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;but only because it has become a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again!&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/11780548-115528908751499007?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115528908751499007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115528908751499007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115528908751499007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115528908751499007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/08/insight-beauty-brains-and-material.html' title='An insight: Beauty, brains and material gains?'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115513734234896227</id><published>2006-08-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:12:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know in my previous post about the parking ticket when I said "That makes 3 so far"?&lt;br /&gt;Well you can make that 4 now... I just got another one yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;How unlucky can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the Traffic Police and their people who issue fines etc, have a minimum quota to fulfill. Do you know what this minimum quota means?&lt;br /&gt;This will ensure that the Traffic Police receives a guaranteed sum of money/income each month. Apparently they are not satisfied with this amount of 'income' generated that they have to resort to hiring external agencies like Urban Redevelopment Authority(URA) and Housing Development Board(HDB) to do their dirty work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all just speculation but if it is partially true, then where does this money go to?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a clue, but perhaps it goes to paying their salaries?&lt;br /&gt;Frankly behind that heroic facade that they portray, alot of them are really slackers.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, only a worthy few really deserve the credit that they receive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sure I probably did something wrong that deserved a ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop and think for a moment!&lt;br /&gt;The above statement is what someone would say when he/she has been completely socialised into Society and is now conforming to the ruling authority's construction of rules and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONSTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt; of rules and regulations. Rules and regulations never did exist at the dawn of time. Car's weren't even invented then. They are man made, and they can be changed and manipulated to how the ruling authority sees fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I guess these traffic rules and regulations probably contribute to us having a decent transport system in Singapore. The jams probably aren't as bad as what you see in other countries anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore! I never did forget about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There's my bit of contribution towards patriotism for you!&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said I didn't love my country huh?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well IF these rules and regulations didn't exist, I guess traffic would probably look something like this(watch till the end, you'll see how they resolve the traffic build-up themselves!):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fg9f93gpfbo"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fg9f93gpfbo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear the amount and frequency of people sounding their horns in the background? What a racket!&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the scene above(I think it's from Bangalore in India), when I went on holiday to Japan about a year ago I honestly did not hear a SINGLE HORN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll that's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again!&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/11780548-115513734234896227?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115513734234896227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115513734234896227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115513734234896227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115513734234896227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/08/crap-2.html' title='Crap #2'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115487510216370331</id><published>2006-08-06T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:03:46.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got another parking ticket today. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That makes 3 so far!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway here is a funny video with off-the-street interviews, with Americans regarding world affairs. Some of the answers they give are hilarious and down-right silly. However I'm not stereotyping and I guess they probably edited the video to show those people who gave dumb replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's the video of the interview:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: georgia;" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q566ys0sqVQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q566ys0sqVQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've included a transcript of some parts of the video below, have a look!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "Kofi Annan is a drink. True or false?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Guy wearing cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Coffee is a drink!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "It sounds like a... Law Firm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "Who is Tony Blair?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Guy wearing hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "A skater."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fat man in pink tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Tony Blair is an actor!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "Which countries are in the Axis of Evil"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Fat man in pink tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Okay, California, New York, Florida and I believe, Mississippi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Female colleague #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Jerusalem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Female colleague #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Jerusalem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Ok there's more than one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Female colleague #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "I think all of them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Jogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Ok. I'm abit mixed up over the Palestinians and the Israelis. Which one is throwing the rocks?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Old Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Oh.. I can't think of the other one. The fellow with the turban thing, I call it a diaper head really.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "What is a mosque?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Blonde woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "An animal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "Star Wars is based on a true story. True or false?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "True."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "What are Hiroshima and Nagasaki famous for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Old Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Err... Judo and Wrestling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "How many Eiffel Towers are there in Paris?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "I say about 10!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "What is Al Qaeda?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Al Qaeda is a suicide group in Israel and in the Middle East where they do suicide bombs and stuff. And the President of it is Yasser Arafat, everybody knows that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interviewer&lt;/span&gt;: "Where is the Berlin Wall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dude in sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: "Israel?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really burst out laughing at some parts, the Fat man in the pink t-shirt was obviously talking crap throughout the interview, but then again I think the news crew probably edited it to show all the stupid answers. Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ah well, that's all for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-115487510216370331?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115487510216370331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115487510216370331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115487510216370331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115487510216370331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/08/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115402683374266227</id><published>2006-07-28T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T15:25:36.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A delayed post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For those of you who remember, HRM and Marketing papers were on the same day this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God bless the poor souls(including myself haha) who took the papers that day and I hope everyone will do fine. It is an experience I wouldn't want to go through again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I mean who in their right mind would take 2 theory exams in 1 day, especially one as dry as HRM? The worst thing was that I still had a Management Science Methods(MSM) the day BEFORE my HRM and Marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So let me relate to you what happened in sequence, there is a twist at the end so please read on if you wana find out haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Day1:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time: Approximately 1400hrs(2pm)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I came back from EXPO(All the way on the eastern side of the island) it was already 2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was already feeling quite demoralised because MSM was an easy paper BUT I happened to have made several horrible mistakes. It was a paper which I had placed much hope on, in doing well.. but heck, what's done is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was already drained and tired and thought of taking a nap to recharge my batteries because I had not been sleeping properly the previous few nights due to burning of midnight oil for mugging, but I knew I didn't have much time to complete revision for HRM and Marketing the next day so I started to revise Marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 2:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Time: Approximately 0045hrs(12.45am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because of time constraints I already planned the topics I was going to focus on long ago but after consecutive days of not sleeping well and cramming, NOTHING I was reading about HRM could go through to my brain. At 1+am I really panicked and wondered if I could pass HRM at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time: Approximately 0330hrs(03.30am)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally at 3.30am I told myself I should go to sleep and continue revising the next morning at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7am since the cramming wasn't effective anyway. At that point of time, I had thoroughly revised just 1.5 HRM topics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time: Approximately 0700hrs(07.00am)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I woke up and started cramming again and because I couldn't finish at all, I reasoned that even if I went into the exam hall at 10am I would probably leave early because I couldn't write much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I decided to stay outside the exam hall while everyone was going in, and I did last minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mugging till 10.30+. It might sound like a crazy plan at first, but having sat for a couple of theory papers, I've always noticed that quite alot of people leave early(some leave 30mins earlier, others up to 40..) because they couldn't write much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Time: Approximately 1030hrs(10.30am)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hence instead of going in early and leaving like 30mins earlier, I chose to spend that 30mins BEFORE the paper started instead so I could mug more. It turned out to be a great decision because when I went in I could answer everything, even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;though I had only studied like 5 chapters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I strolled into the exam hall and the exam administrators were staring at me. I guess they thought I woke up late or something, or maybe they felt sorry for me for reaching late BUT I bet none of them knew I was just round the corner mugging outside.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway to summarise, I thought I did pretty okay considering that there was the possibility of flunking it totally. The afternoon Marketing paper went fine too, in fact better than expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Now here's the secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: The Secret to a powerful memory! The holy grail of education.. I think the reason why I'm able to remember so well is because I drank 2 bottles of BRAND'S ESSENCE OF CHICKEN one each just before both papers! I'm talking bout the plain black flavour, not those funny flavours they have these days with ginseng and rambutans and durians and all(just kidding!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Post HRM-paper analysis(useful for those who are taking the module):-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Personally I feel 60 marks for HRM is not easy to achieve, but its not impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There are a couple of reasons why- firstly Abdul Kareem's notes aren't good enough. To be honest it's just mostly summarised from the study guide, and when the UOL lecturer Coyle-Shapiro came to SIM, she told us NOT to study from the study guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By saying that she effectively made all of Abdul Kareem's notes redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In that case how CAN we score for HRM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well the only way is to seriously go through the extra readings attached to the notes. These extra readings were given by the UOL lecturer herself to Abdul Kareem. However not all the information in the extra readings is relevant. So you have to sort out the important bits and pieces of information to use in the essays yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another tip is to select specific topics to study, for my own HRM paper I went through the examiners report and highlighted the 5 that I figured was important. I told myself that if I could finish the 5 I would study more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway after I sat for the paper I realised that I could answer the required amount of questions(3 questions) by studying only 4 topics.. Hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If i prepared for those 4 topics from the beginning of the year, I guess I would stand a high chance of doing reasonably well.. haha, but then again its a gamble to spot topics! HRM questions are also topic-combination based so it makes it more difficult to spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4221/969/1600/warzone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4221/969/400/warzone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of the dining table, transformed into a messy warzone during the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well that's probably all I have to share for this entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The bottomline is if I could survive this nightmare, you can too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-115402683374266227?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115402683374266227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115402683374266227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115402683374266227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115402683374266227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/07/delayed-post.html' title='A delayed post'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115367029491205771</id><published>2006-07-23T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T02:45:42.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise Uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Welcome to Biology class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just kidding.. I've never taken biology before.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today I would like to share with you 2 lower-body exercises that you can do in the comfort of your home! This is useful to couch-potatoes and those who go to work and sit on their chair all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These 2 exercises target mainly these areas:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Hamstring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/hamstring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Quadriceps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/quadriceps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The Gluteus Maximus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;your butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/Gluteusmaximus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've explained the above, it's time to introduce to you the 2 exercises. They are called Lunges and Squats. As simple as they may sound or look, they are actually quite effective at toning or conditioning. Other exercises that work these areas include jogging, inclined up-hill running, etc which are basically lower-body workouts and cardio. Squats and lunges can be incorporated into your workout routines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following illustrates how these are to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fig. A:- Starting &amp; Ending positions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/exst2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be your starting and ending positions for both exercises.&lt;br /&gt;Ensure that your back is straight.&lt;br /&gt;For the Squat exercise, both of your feet can be pointed slightly outward so that it is easier to perform. For the Lunges, your feet should be pointed forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fig. B- The Squat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/exsq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt; If this is done in the convenience of your home, you can use dumbbells.&lt;br /&gt;However if you have access to a gym, then you can also use a barbell by balancing it on your upper back and doing the squat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;- Ensure that you are looking forward, both feet are planted flat on the ground and keep your back straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 2&lt;/span&gt;- Squat till your thighs are parallel to the ground(sorry mine aren't really parallel in this pic haha..) and feel the strain, then return to starting position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do 3 sets of 15 repetitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fig. C- The Lunge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/exl2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Note&lt;/span&gt;: By doing a longer lunge, you will be focusing more on the Gluteus maximus. A shorter lunge will focus more on the Quadriceps. Sorry my knee got cut off somewhere in the picture.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;- From the starting position, lunge forward with either right/left leg first. Land on your heel first, and try to get your thigh parallel to the ground with your rear knee almost reaching the floor. You will then end up in the position as in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 2&lt;/span&gt;- If you wish to work the Gluteus maximus more, push off the ground using your heel with the direction of the force as indicated with the green arrow. Return to the starting position while feeling the strain on the gluteus maximus on the way up. If you aren't feeling any strain, you are not doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Step 3&lt;/span&gt;- Repeat with your alternate leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Do 3 sets of 15 repetitions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for the illustrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now to clear up some myths about muscle-toning:-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people believe via hearsay that muscle-toning requires high repetitions with a lower amount of weights. This is true to a certain extent. However if the weights used are too light, then it wouldn't be effective at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you should do in any exercise for toning is to find a suitable weight which would allow you to do 12-15 repetitions(for upper body exercises) and 15-20 repetitions(for lower-limb exercises). The target number of repetitions must be achievable and you have to be able to feel the strain as you do the reps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another effective way for muscle-toning is circuit training whereby you do several exercises at different stations without pause, and only rest when an entire set is complete. The rationale behind this is that it involves cardio as well and burns calories more effectively for toning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the weight you are using is too heavy and you are struggling to complete even 8 repetitions, then you are doing it wrongly. Instead of toning, this will just build mass and make you bulky. You will still get strong though, but this is simliar to resistance training where people use heavy weights and do low repetitions in order to build mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I hope the above information is useful to you!&lt;br /&gt;Happy working-out and enjoy the benefits of your exercise routines!&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/11780548-115367029491205771?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115367029491205771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115367029491205771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115367029491205771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115367029491205771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/07/exercise-uno.html' title='Exercise Uno'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-115169348271671556</id><published>2006-07-01T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:36:52.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a crazy world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My life has totally turned upside down since the worldcup started...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's only been about 30 days since my exams ended, but since the worldcup started I've been sleeping close to 6am everyday and only waking up at around 3pm unless I've got something on earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Are any of you bumming like me? haha... I think I have to work soon though, my dad keeps bugging me to do my internship at some bank. Sigh. There goes my freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway I sorta neglected my blog for awhile, actually I still wasn't planning to blog anytime soon cause I have lotsa other stuff to do (watch worldcup, DVDs I just got from malaysia, play PC etc etc...) but while I was driving after the Germany v Argentina game at around 1.50+ am, I took a pic using my phone which prompted me to blog about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/400/turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(click on pic to see bigger version!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A car flipped over onto its back! I don't know how it happened though.. but a police car was already there hence the blue-ish hue of the police lights are reflected off the car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder if the engine is still on, because the lights of the car are still working?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If its a manual car, the engine probably stalled on its own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway I didn't purposely stop to take the pic.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;It just happened to be redlight and I was positioned right next to it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway to respect the privacy of the car owner, I pixelated the license plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But those who want to buy 4D, you can come find me and I will tell you the number! It's really quite a nice number. Ay, what a waste... According to the license plate it's an 'SF' car too, means it isn't that old. Oh well, hope there weren't any casualties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Following up from my previous post, you know about the insects that hatched on my window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One filial kid came back to visit me, on Father's Day itself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No, I'm serious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After I took my bath and returned to my room on Father's Day, I was wondering what kind of bug was sitting on my wall. When I took a closer look, I realised it was one of those that hatched from the eggs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/bug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/400/bug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(click to see bigger version! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;but I guess most of you won't anyway! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I could literally hear it wishing me "Happy father's day!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At 6am it was still there, so I went to sleep and the next day it was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha.. anyway I have other stuff to blog about including some dumb recipes I came up with during the exam period, but that will have to wait till next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Till we meet again my friends! Take care and enjoy your holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-115169348271671556?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/115169348271671556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=115169348271671556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115169348271671556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/115169348271671556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-crazy-world.html' title='what a crazy world!'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-114771890665902659</id><published>2006-05-16T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:14:16.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the healthier choice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I haven't updated in awhile, and I've been busy mugging for exams so I guess I ought to let all of you know that I'm still alive and doing fine! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are some pictures I took on my new w810i which has a 2.0megapixel camera with flash and autofocus! Ahhh.. the wonders of technologies and the rise of convergence devices!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was studying at Bishan CC today and I bought a packet of Nutrisoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looks like the government is really concerned about our health these days and they certainly pay alot of attention to detail! :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/blognutrisoy.jpg" height="386" width="328" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is your usual expiry date(30/06/06) in this case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But 'lo and behold! What's that underneath? '18:40' it says!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does that mean that if I drink it at 18:41 hrs on 30/06/06 I will die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didn't know expiry dates have gone into so much detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I bet soon they will add seconds in them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It will be like 18:40:59. In case you don't know the 59 refers to 59secs! just 1 more second before it expires hur? haha.. Better faster drink all that milk you have been storing since last year in your cupboard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If not you are better off using it as a substitute for rat posion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway I've been thinking, you know they should invent a type of ink that can change after a certain period of time?&lt;br /&gt;So you see the "Fresh Soya Milk" print on the packaging at the start.&lt;br /&gt;On 30/05/06, 1 month before expiry it will automatically change to "Not-So Fresh Soya Milk". Finally on 30/06/06 AT 18:41 hrs it will read "Hazardous Soya Milk".&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Ah well... just a thought I had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next picture! :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/eggs.jpg" height="385" width="431" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"What on earth is that?!!" I can hear that thought screaming through your mind!(Or maybe some other more crude remarks.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well you see those orange ovals? Those are actually the eggs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You see about a week ago I noticed that an insect had laid 7 eggs on my window, I wanted to leave them alone to hatch so I could see what insect would emerge, but curiousity got the better of me and i scrapped 1 egg off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So as you can see there are only 6 eggs left and from those eggs, 6 wonderful insects emerged!(I can sense that some of you are already feeling itchy all over.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Their names are Gary, Barry, Jerry, Harry, Mary and Terry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And so they hatched on Mother's day itself(this i kid you not) and we had afternoon tea and partied together for a day before they bade me farewell and set off on their journey of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now that they are all gone I feel sad and am at a terrible loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah rite. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway if you look closely enough, you can see that I used the cover page for my MSM notes as the background! I had to use something as the background otherwise the light from outside would be too strong and I wouldn't be able to see anything if I took a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you look closely enough you can make out our lecturer Mr David Quek's name in reverse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you are reading Sir, I would like to assure you that I treat my other MSM notes with utmost respect!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next pic!:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I tried hooking up my pc to my plasma tv because I noticed that the plasma tv had an input for a monitor connection, here are the results!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/lcd2.jpg" height="448" width="588" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;50-inches of pure Windows XP joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Surprisingly the resolution is extremely clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well after hooking it up then what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You could try playing Warcraft 3 or DOTA for a start :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/lcd.jpg" height="478" width="655" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Or you could just watch a movie burned onto a CD, which was what I originally connected the PC to the plasma tv for(Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, finally after so long.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Next pic!:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There was a thunderstorm one evening and I wanted to try to capture the lightning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was really tricky and hard to grab a shot for that elusive flash of lightning but I finally settled for burst-mode which is basically a camera mode that allows you to capture several frames with a single press of the button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here are the results!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/sb.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before Lightning. All Dark and gloomy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/sa.jpg" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After Lightning! Nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And finally the last pic below:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I took this pic from my window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's especially for you, who will always tell me that it's gona rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;COS THE SKY IS RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It isn't red la.. really!! It just seems to be because whenever it rains, there has to be clouds in the sky beforehand, and these clouds reflect the light from the streetlamps below, hence the sky looks orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If streetlamps were green, the sky would be green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and if the streetlamps were rainbow, the sky would be rainbow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;See the explanation below:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently it is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Red sky -&gt; Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What it actually is supposed to be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;* Overhead Cloud Cover -&gt; Street Lamp Reflection -&gt; Red Sky -&gt; Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: georgia;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/pinksky.jpg" height="404" width="539" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Which ultimately boils down to the fact that it is cloudy thats why it rains, although the reflection from the lamps below does indeed help us to see the clouds in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha.. eh now you don't have to tell me for the 253471th time that its going to rain cos the sky is red!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just kidding :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, cheer up and don't be upset anymore alrite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gather your self-belief and confidence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's a quote for you:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;It is courage, courage, courage,&lt;br /&gt;that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That's all I have for now, Till we meet again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Farewell travellers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-114771890665902659?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/114771890665902659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=114771890665902659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/114771890665902659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/114771890665902659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/05/healthier-choice.html' title='the healthier choice!'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-114439926640676397</id><published>2006-04-07T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:29:35.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In sync</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Exams are coming soon! I feel the stress, but strangely the anxiety levels are not as high as last semester. Composing poetry is always a good way to destress. However it is not just a matter of sitting down and writing whenever I wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It is funny how the mind works, but even the greatest scientists will never know its secrets. Firstly there has to be inspiration, and then thoughts can be in sync and start to flow. It can come at the strangest of times and weirdest of places. Perhaps on the way home from school or even in the toilet under the shower!(yes, i love standing under the shower. A little secret is that I like to read magazines and newspapers and even mug my notes standing there. However I hope that you don't attempt to visualise that situation because obviously, i wouldn't be wearing any clothes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway various people might interpret my poem differently, but to me the poem addresses the issue of the Rhetorical question. A rhetorical question is asked merely for the effect with no answer expected, perhaps because there are none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Without further ado, let me present to you my new poem:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;With Reckless Abandon&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I Walk and Walk with reckless abandon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Along a hollow cove at the twilight of dusk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Prospecting for that achromatic treasure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Which could contain answers of a resolute measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But all I sighted were shades of uncanny nuances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I pick up the pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I Strive and Strive with reckless abandon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Down an obscure creek leading to nebulosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Driving onwards with a subtle gait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Which matches my enthralling yet unbeknownst fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But all I found were tributaries of conundrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I pick up the pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I Run and Run with reckless abandon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Into a veil of impervious mist that never lifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Within this labyrinth of uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Which I might discover that elusive epiphany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But all I found was unforgiving irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Heart pounding,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I continue running,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;With reckless abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For now, its back to mugging. All of your better mug hard too! Its closer to the end than you think... I can already smell the exam hall and foolscape paper, even though I'm having a blocked nose because of sinus! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ok, I don't want to stress you all out either so everyone repeat after me:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Detress - Destress - Destress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm Happy - I'm Happy - I'm Happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No Anxiety - No Anxiety - No Anxiety!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahh... I hope you feel better now haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alright, till my next entry... lotsa luck 4 everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-114439926640676397?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/114439926640676397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=114439926640676397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/114439926640676397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/114439926640676397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-sync.html' title='In sync'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-114234841278322797</id><published>2006-03-14T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:03:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolute</title><content type='html'>Last night before I went to bed I decided to compose a poem that I hope will serve to inspire and uplift your spirits! This is the first time in 7 years since I've came anywhere close to composing a complete poem, so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did putting what I had in my mind into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really thought of a title for it yet, so I'll just use the first line of the poem as it's title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A Poem, for you:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;'O Why do you let these tears fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'O Why do you let these tears fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry not for we have heard the call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice now! The celestial angels have arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be not dispirited but exhilarated! They cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they descend from beyond the infinite sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take you under their gentle wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To relieve you of any existing sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lead you to the path of sanctity and redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can revitalise the very marrow of your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O Why do you let these tears fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry not for we have heard the call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hark now! A gentle breeze has arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be not melancholic but exuberant! She whispers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit from stoic mother-nature herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To caress you with her invigorating touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To guide you to the garden of serenity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To alleviate you to a hushed tranquillity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can learn solace in its soothing harmony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'O Why do you let these tears fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Worry not for we have heard the call!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hear Ye! Your steadfast friend has arrived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Be not disheartened but jubilant! He encourages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A mountain of sturdiness you can depend upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To embark with you on a journey of rejuvenation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To be by your side and face obstacles undaunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To steer the ship towards rosy sanguine seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where there exists an unimpeachable island of absolute rhapsody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reassure you I hope it did, because whenever you are feeling down, just know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;That you will never be alone&lt;br /&gt;because you will always have God&lt;br /&gt;because you will always have family&lt;br /&gt;because you will always have friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have this time round, till we meet again my fellow stalwart travellers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-114234841278322797?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/114234841278322797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=114234841278322797' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/114234841278322797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/114234841278322797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/03/resolute.html' title='Resolute'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-114193681910998028</id><published>2006-03-10T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:00:10.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be light at the end of the tunnel for those who fight on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you know(ok if you don't come here often then maybe you don't know =p)&lt;br /&gt;the side bar of my blog with all the links COMPLETELY DISAPPEARED awhile back...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what happened either. I emailed blogger support but never got a reply.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, fortunately I found a backup of it in my computer and restored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I haven't blogged in the longest time but anyway continuing from my previous post(which I can dubiously admit was &lt;strike&gt;one year ago&lt;/strike&gt; last year) the poem is actually from the movie 'In Her Shoes'. Did you catch it in January? It's the one with Cameron Diaz who went to the retirement village and attracted the attention of a bunch of old folks with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skimpy&lt;/span&gt; bikini. I know, I know... that's not the best description for the movie but rather than give a boring description of the story to help you recall the movie, extracting a memorable scene from it seems like a better alternative! Afterall if you don't already know, humans remember images more than words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways for those who are wondering what's been going on in my life recently... Well I haven't been doing much except for mugging these days ever since lectures officially ended. I still go to school rather often and mug till late(till the school library closes). I hope to keep this trend up till the exams in May which is about in 60plus days or so. Then again travelling to school and back home everyday is quite tedious, sometimes when I get home it's already 10pm(yeah the frequency of the stupid bus is really low), so maybe I will try mugging at the study rooms at Bishan CC instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about the exams is not the distance I have to travel to sit for the paper(it's all the way at ulu EXPO). The absolute worst thing is that I have 3 papers crammed into 2 consectuive days at the end of May! Management Science Methods on the 1st day, and Marketing followed by Human Resource Management on the 2nd day. 2 Qualitative papers on the same day, how bad can it get hur? Even if preparations for the papers go very well, I feel it is difficult to maintain peak performance throughout the day. Better bring a bottle of Brand's Essence of chicken to drink during the break in-between the papers if you are hungry. Yes, food for the mind! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah ok, enough about exams. Fortunately the new season of American Idol is currently showing on television to relieve me of my boredom. Amazing race is going to start soon too!&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of good news is that Arsenal beat Real Madrid and has made it to the final 8 teams!&lt;br /&gt;Go go Gunners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots to blog but its rather late now so I'll continue another day.&lt;br /&gt;Till then take care and those of you whose exams are approaching, mug hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S- Fion who is ur mystery friend hur? haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-114193681910998028?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/114193681910998028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=114193681910998028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/114193681910998028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/114193681910998028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-there-be-light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Let there be light at the end of the tunnel for those who fight on!'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-113153596157954424</id><published>2005-11-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:35:19.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink</title><content type='html'>Today when I visited my blog, I discovered that several cobwebs have sprouted in my absence.&lt;br /&gt;So I got rid of the nasty spiders and got down to the business of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I'm starting not to look forward to school anymore. Today is the first time this year I skipped a lesson for no particular reason. Hmm... Perhaps cobwebs have sprouted in my brain as well! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying true to the sometimes literary nature of my blog,&lt;br /&gt;I wish to share a poem by E. E. Cummings re-organised in my own style for easier reading:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I carry your heart with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(I carry it in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I am never without it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(anywhere I go you go, my dear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I fear no fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(for you are my fate, my sweet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I want no world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(for beautiful you are my world, my true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and it's you, whatever a moon has always meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(here is the root of the root, the bud of the bud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called Life;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poignant piece of poetry many have not heard of before.&lt;br /&gt;Well I think more of you will come to know of it by January. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Patience my friend, wait till the time comes. Afterall, it's barely 2 months away isn't it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-113153596157954424?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/113153596157954424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=113153596157954424' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/113153596157954424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/113153596157954424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/11/blink.html' title='Blink'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-113008112167359596</id><published>2005-10-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:40:44.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legalise it, Time to recognise it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I celebrated my dad's birthday by going for lunch at some Italian restaurant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The food was rather good and I enjoyed an authentic Italian meal right in the heart of Bukit Timah(or rather 6th avenue). haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I don't know if its because of my dad's worsening sense of hearing or my inaudible mumbling, but we had some problems communicating today. Here are 2 incidents that I wish to highlight:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad: "So where did you drive the car to last night?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Marina South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad: "What? Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;girlfriend's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to do what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently he heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Marina South&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Girlfriend's House&lt;/span&gt;!! Well, I'm not attached so even if I wanted to go to my "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;girlfriend's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;", I guess it would be an imaginary one haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright! On to the next incident:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;(In the Italian Restaurant, with the waiter standing beside our table taking our order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad: "So what would you like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pork Sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;(Dad turns to waiter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dad-to-waiter: "One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pork Porridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; for him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well this time round, he heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pork Sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pork Porridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The worst part is that the ITALIAN restaurant doesn't serve Pork Porridge! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alright, okay, I guess its partly my fault too. I promise to P-R-O-N-O-U-N-C-E my words C-L-E-A-R-L-Y next time! And if all of you still do not(I quote from Chris Tucker from the movie Rush Hour) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"understand the words that are coming out of my mouth"&lt;/span&gt;, I G-U-E-S-S I W-I-L-L H-A-V-E T-O S-P-E-A-K L-I-K-E T-H-I-S T-O Y-O-U T-O-O!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haha.. okay.. lotsa assignments to catch up on, namely: Marketing, MSM essays. Oh yeah and also a HRM test coming up. Woohooo~!! I love work! Give me more! More! MORE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I ever do become like this in person, please do me a favour and throw me into a mental ward okay? Thank you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well that's all I have this time round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-113008112167359596?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/113008112167359596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=113008112167359596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/113008112167359596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/113008112167359596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/10/legalise-it-time-to-recognise-it.html' title='Legalise it, Time to recognise it'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112912863170462885</id><published>2005-10-12T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:07:07.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Apples and Oranges...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a full day in school today... I felt tired in the morning during HRM but I recovered enough during the lunch break to be revitalised for Marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*School-bell rang!*(rang in my imagination.. haha) and I took a bus home. I was thinking of swimming but I remembered that they are currently servicing the pool and the water looks rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; now. I'm not very sure what they are doing but I asked the guard and he told me not to swim in it otherwise I will get sore eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I didn't realise how tired I was, till I was watching 'X-Men 2' on Star Movies when I fell asleep on the sofa at 9.45pm. Of course it isn't the first time I fell asleep there but the other occassions were mostly when I watched soccer at unearthly hours from 2.30-5am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Presenting the topic that comes under scrutiny for today!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial; width: 727px; height: 462px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/ikea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes! It is Ikea! I don't know what's in that picture though. Looks like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stuck in the middle of the Ikea sign with hands sticking out. If I were to guess the message that the hot-air balloon advert is trying to convey, I would say that it is "I Love Ikea! We will give anyone who sees this advert $1,000,000!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was just kidding about the $1,000,000 part. Too good to be true right? All day-dreamers reading this post should buy Toto instead! At least that has a better chance of winning $ than just staring at this picture! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay now here's the discussion of the day. How do we actually pronouce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; (1) eye-kay-uh, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;(2) ee-key-uh(ickier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well the proper Swedish pronunciation it is actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; '(2) ee-key-uh(ickier)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However there are still many people who pronouce it as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; ' (1) eye-kay-uh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(well, mostly people who are not from Sweden).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So where did the alternative pronunciation origin from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;' (1) eye-kay-uh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is actually the anglicised version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;'(2) ee-key-uh(ickier)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Anglicised means a foreign word or term adapted for English usage(supposedly by Americans who can't really pronouce European terms correctly). At the end of the day, it is not wrong to pronounce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;' (1) eye-kay-uh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. However, it is also not the authentic pronounciation. It is really up to personal preference on which variant you wish to use, but if you want to pronouce it with more Swedish flair and gusto, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;'(2) ee-key-uh(ickier)' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is the way to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So friends, remember not to correct anyone who pronouces it using either variant. At the end of the day, both are correct but let's just say pronoucing it as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;' (1) eye-kay-uh' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;is more wrong than right! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all I have for this entry! Till we meet again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112912863170462885?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112912863170462885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112912863170462885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112912863170462885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112912863170462885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-apples-and-oranges.html' title='Of Apples and Oranges...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112774235368988600</id><published>2005-09-26T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:18:41.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dive with me, into the depths of the blue Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today while I was on my way to school to crash the HRM lecture in the morning, I bumped into a friend at the bus-stop near MacRitchie. We took bus 74 and started talking about the now-extended distance of the bus-stop, from the overhead bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/bus1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is an illustration of how it looks like from an overhead perspective. The blue arrows indicate the direction of the traffic flow. The bus-stop used to be directly under the bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder why they made the decision to move it but i think it was a stupid idea(shame on the Land Transport Authority(LTA) engineers who thought up of such a silly plan!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The LTA should sack all of them and give me the job instead for I have a better plan up my sleeves! Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/bus3.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Above is a simple Vector Diagram illustrating the distance we now have to travel from the bus-stop, to the overhead bridge and then to SIM. The vector arrows are in red to emphasise the path we have to walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/bus4.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyone who has studied simple Vectors before will be able to tell that the shortest distance between the 2 red vector arrows is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;*drum-rolls*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;BINGO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The green arrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/bus41.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay to make the plans more technical to impress the LTA people, I have added the angles with specific 45-90-45 degree measurements(on a side note, any human who has measurements like that must look really funny because his/her hips will be gigantic! Haha!) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just kidding! *aHem* Now carrying on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After permission is kindly given to me by LTA to construct the bridge, it will look something like...&lt;/span&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;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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/bus5.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;*TaDa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;!! This!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Meticulous and careful calculations, show that the distance saved from walking on MY bridge is equivalent to us saving 1 Mars chocolate bar worth of energy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sounds unbelievable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Because it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was just kidding. To burn 1 Mars bar worth of energy you'll probably have to walk back and forth 40 times or more! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I had lunch in school with Jeremy, Zhixian, Jasmine and Junjie after morning HRM class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know if its the quality of the food, the ambience, the environment or the stink of the oil-filled air that puts me off but I always seem to have very little appetite in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being the kind soul that I am, I decided to return to this morning's HRM lecture room 3.09 to collect extra notes for someone who is crashing Wednesday morning's HRM. Due to the strict admin checks this week(have they been given a pay raise or something?!) I was concerned that she might not be able to enter the lecture or collect the stack of notes, so I thought I'd do her a favour =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I walked into the lecture room I didn't see any box of notes lying around so I went to the store behind the projector screen to check. For those of you who haven't visited that store room before, there isn't much to see except some boxes of notes, stacked up chairs and a pot of gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HAHA! Just kidding! There isn't any pot of gold there. Sorry to disappoint all of you but the pot of gold is at the end of the rainbow. I'm sure you'll be able to find it if you ever make it to the end of the rainbow(remember its the right end and not the left side).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway after I picked up the stack of notes I made my way towards the lecture room exit but not before waving to the Pig. As I pushed the handle of the lecture door open I felt that it was rather wet, so I took a glance at my right hand and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;'lo and behold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! There was a cut and blood was flowing from it like a fountain(I'm serious!). Anyway the blood started to stain the notes and newspaper I was holding so I quickly made my way to the toilet while clenching my fist in hope that no one would notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the time I made it to the toilet almost 3/4 of my hand was covered in blood. Wow I've never held so much of my own blood in my hand before! I always thought blood would be thicker, but it is actually rather fluid. Okay I won't describe anymore incase you all get grossed out and start puking on your monitor before you finish reading this entry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I managed to wash off the blood and wrapped my finger in tissue while applying pressure to stop the bleeding. After I got home from school, I took off the plaster and took some pictures of the cut:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/edfin1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The cut is actually much deeper than it looks here. I could lift up the top layer of skin for everyone to see but then i would have no hands to hold the camera and take the picture. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: arial;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/ed2fin1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another angle of my finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now the ultimate question is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;How am I supposed to style my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Haha! Just kidding! As all the wisemen say- "When there's a will, there's a way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'll use my right foot to style my hair in place of my right hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What? Did I hear you say that it's impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well what's Yoga for then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I have no idea why it bled so much. The cut is really deep though, maybe it hit a vessel or something! I think it will leave a scar... but scars are for warriors! Brave warriors! One day when I grow old I'll tell my grandchildren that I fought off a ferocious wolf with my own bare-hands and that I was so good that the closest the wolf ever got to me, was to have a nibble on my middle finger. Haha but of course all of your who are reading this now better not tell them about the papercut! Afterall, kids have a vivid sense of imagination ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway I have sufficient empirical evidence to come to the conclusion that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;*GaSp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; PAPER IS DANGEROUS!! It can be used as a weapon and has to be as sharp as a knife to be able to penetrate that deeply into the flesh. Since all Airlines have already banned sharp objects and knives from being brought aboard the plane, they should ban paper as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then how you might ask, are businessmen supposed to carry their documents around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, they should engrave them in stone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Till we meet again, my fellow travellers... Farewell  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112774235368988600?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112774235368988600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112774235368988600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112774235368988600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112774235368988600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/09/dive-with-me-into-depths-of-blue-ocean.html' title='Dive with me, into the depths of the blue Ocean'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112740382454346298</id><published>2005-09-22T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:33:47.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Orbital</title><content type='html'>A rainy day today... It felt so good sleeping. Even the construction next door didn't bother me too much, so I slept till 2pm Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my house at 5pm to go to the gym where I was supposed to meet Anthony. I was wearing a singlet and shorts. As I reached the bus-stop outside my house to wait for the 410 bus, a man in his 40s dressed in a dark-blue t-shirt and black pants came up to talk to me. The moment he started talking I felt sick in the stomach... He had gay written all over him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately 2 minutes later the bus came, and I thought the ordeal was finally over. But no! he followed me up the bus and after I sat down he said, "Can I join you?". Before I could reply he self-invited and sat down beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was how the conversation went:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "You are very nice to talk to, very handsome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "How old are you? Still studying?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "I'm 22... Studying business degree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "Wow but you look so young!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "Very nice to meet you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sticks out his hand for a handshake, and being the nice person I am, kindly obliged.)&lt;br /&gt;(He procceds to give me a strange handshake. Not a normal standard one I would expect from an adult, but a combination of 3 shakes.. First is the normal handshake, second he grabbed my thumb, then thirdly slid his hand back into the normal handshake position... It's Like, Totally &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WEIRD&lt;/span&gt; dudeee!!! I was wondering if it was some secret gay handshake..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Silence -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "Where are you going now?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "I'm going to the gym."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "Wah good ah keep fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "You look fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Then came the ultimate question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like to go for massage. You like massage?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point I was extremely turned off, but I kept my cool and shook my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me "No.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "Oh I see.. Then how? Your friend massage for you?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "err...No!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "You should go for massage... Very relaxing for muscles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "I'm going to Bishan bus interchange. Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "I'm going to Bishan Gym."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "Oh that's near the interchange right? Why don't you take to the bus interchange then walk over?"&lt;br /&gt;Me "No, no! My friend is waiting for me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Finally the bus reached my stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; "Very nice to meet you. Very nice to talk to you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that harrowing experience I quickly got off and walked to the gym but not before turning back to see if he was following me. Fortunately he didn't *pHeW*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt totally disgusted!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WAS HIT ON BY A GAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why... maybe it was the hair(the current style I have now), the Nivea deoderant or the unshaven look(no school la, shave for what? haha!) but this incident left me totally dumbfounded. After I met Anthony at the gym, I told him what happened and he gave me an astonished look and then laughed it off... bleah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after gym we went to eat chicken rice at the coffeeshop near Junction 8 and went home around 8+ pm. Well, that's all I have to report about today! I hope you had as much enjoyment reading this entry as much as the DISGUST I had recollecting the sequence of events!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MASSAGE&lt;/span&gt;?! *pUKE*!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112740382454346298?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112740382454346298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112740382454346298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112740382454346298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112740382454346298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/09/going-orbital.html' title='Going Orbital'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112620817219119405</id><published>2005-09-09T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T14:10:06.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a dark and stormy night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday I was staying up late to watch soccer in my living room...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The match was around 3am and during that point of time I could already hear the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; howl of strong winds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; as they beat down upon my sliding glass doors. It sounded like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;millions of lost souls  were singing a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;a song only possible from the abyss of the netherworlds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An atmosphere befitting of a supernatural horror movie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The match ended around 5am after which i proceeded upstairs to wash-up. By then the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;song from the abyss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; had already turned into a disturbingly-angry, full-fledged thunderstorm. I proceeded to check who was online on msn(I saw jenny who probably couldn't get to sleep after a night of clubbing), then I turned off the lights and lay in my bed to sleep.... My eyes were closed but I could hear the pitter-patter of raindrops outside my window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was 5.45am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All of a sudden i heard the noise of dripping water at my door. I flicked on the light switch and walked to the door when i stepped into a small puddle of water. I turned my head up to look and this was what I saw:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/Dscf1775p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Water was seeping through the ceiling. As you can see from above, the water stops flowing just above the door, starts to collect at that point and then drips down onto the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As I continued to stare at the door while wondering what I should do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A horrifying scene started to reveal itself to me before my very eyes!!:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/Dscf1775p2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was rooted to the spot, petrified with bloodcurdling horror. A scene right out of the horror-movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Darkwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;! I was hit by a mental block and was completely stumped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The only thought that was running through my head was "what the hell is going on?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then just like the water suddenly appeared, it suddenly ceased its flow.:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/Dscf1775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I quickly recovered my wits and found a towel to dry the floor. I thought of taping up the area which was leaking but gave up on the idea after awhile because scotch-tape isn't water proof anyway! In the end I just left the towel on the ground to soak up the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;darkwater&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;in case the ceiling started to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I finally got back to bed around 6.20am as the storm continued to pour mercilessly and somehow managed to fall asleep. In the morning when I woke up, I discovered that dark stains had appeared on the ceiling above:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/Dscf1778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The stains led to the point where the ceiling was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Below is a close up shot of the dark stains:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/Dscf1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The stains are quite large. The smallest stain at the extreme right already encompasses three-quarters of my hand. Sometimes when I look up at the ceiling I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;dark shapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; moving about... I do not know why, but it could be my eyes that are playing tricks on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, as I'm typing this and staring up at the ceiling... the shapes are starting to take the form of a cross. If you look closely at the picture above, you can see a faint line facing straight down towards the extreme left of the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a sign? I haven't got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's all I have to blog about regarding this event. I'll post updates if there are any further... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;developments&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the meantime my fellow readers... I bid you a safe and sound sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Goodnight and sleep tight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Very tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112620817219119405?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112620817219119405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112620817219119405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112620817219119405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112620817219119405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-was-dark-and-stormy-night.html' title='It was a dark and stormy night...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112603197830097735</id><published>2005-09-07T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T03:12:00.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For you once again...</title><content type='html'>Hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your foot recovers quickly! I know you are bored to the bone, doing nothing at home...&lt;br /&gt;Remember that quite awhile ago I told you about the scrambled messages in blue at the bottom of my older posts? Well actually, they were meant for you heh... I guess there is no harm revealing the code-wheel now!&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - A&lt;br /&gt;X - B&lt;br /&gt;U - C&lt;br /&gt;Z - D&lt;br /&gt;Y - E&lt;br /&gt;V - F&lt;br /&gt;S - G&lt;br /&gt;R - H&lt;br /&gt;W - I&lt;br /&gt;T - J&lt;br /&gt;Q - K&lt;br /&gt;P - L&lt;br /&gt;O - M&lt;br /&gt;L - N&lt;br /&gt;I - O&lt;br /&gt;N - P&lt;br /&gt;M - Q&lt;br /&gt;J - R&lt;br /&gt;G - S&lt;br /&gt;F - T&lt;br /&gt;K - U&lt;br /&gt;H - V&lt;br /&gt;E - W&lt;br /&gt;D - X&lt;br /&gt;C - Y&lt;br /&gt;A - Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that for the letter 'I', when it is used as a single letter(for e.g- 'i sdgd') the 'I' translates back as I. However if the 'I' is used as part of a word(for e.g- 'cdfiy') then the 'I' will translate into an 'O' instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy decoding! If you are suffering from a headache trying to decode it, just imagine the migraine I had while trying to encode it! Honestly... each one painstakingly took me at least 15-minutes or longer to do. Phew... I hope that you eventually do decode them though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112603197830097735?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112603197830097735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112603197830097735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112603197830097735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112603197830097735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-you-once-again.html' title='For you once again...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112594013776569161</id><published>2005-09-06T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:25:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was abit harsh with my words earlier today. I'm Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was just being sensitive and over-reacted, but it is only because I care.&lt;br /&gt;I have a soft-spot for you. It has always been there.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will never be as important to you, as you are to me. I knew from the beginning that the closer I get to you, the more affected I will become. More often than not I get disappointed... It is however, not really your fault. Afterall, I need to get used to that right? I don't expect to be someone very significant in your life, however much I wish that I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, life has to go on. I've never regretted meeting you and I've learnt so much in the past year, more than you could ever have imagined. Lessons of life- joy, happiness, heartache. I appreciate all of that as I perceive it would be useful to me in future. I also realised that I have to move on, and that has been what I've been doing for sometime awhile now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to share with you a poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The Crossroads-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;The crossroads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;what are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A place where two roads meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;A choice must be made upon coming to them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;to continue on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;or to choose a different path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;These roads can be travelled alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;but they are best travelled with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Who would I travel with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that question, I answer Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, you still have the jigsaw piece right?&lt;br /&gt;: )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112594013776569161?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112594013776569161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112594013776569161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112594013776569161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112594013776569161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/09/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112593580216734915</id><published>2005-09-05T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T02:36:48.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute -</title><content type='html'>Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share with you the background story of the re-christening of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I owe alot to my secondary school education.&lt;br /&gt;It was in Raffles Institution, where the very foundations of who I am toady as a person was laid.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you meet certain people in your life that have an enormous impact on you...&lt;br /&gt;I met such a person in secondary 1. He was my form teacher Mr Yap.&lt;br /&gt;He was very unlike the other teachers in school... He had his own unusual methods of teaching. Unusually-unique in a positive way. He reminded me very much of the teacher Robin Williams played in the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dead Poets Society&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mr John Keating. Mr Keating too, had his own unconventional methods of teaching which inspired his students to follow their own chosen path of destiny. This inspite of the vise-like grip of an environment of the traditional strict English boarding school for boys and the other wishes of their respective parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school and the parents who had other wishes for the boys wanted to mould them into their own image. Mr Keating encouraged them to search for their own self-identity. There is however&lt;br /&gt;a tragic ending. I've watched this movie many times and it never fails to hit a spot in me. I recommend all of you who haven't seen it to do so, before this classic vanishes forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/mycaptain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The penultimate scene from the movie. "O Captain! my Captain!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My form teacher Mr Yap was the one who first screened this movie for us. If you are wondering what "O Captain! my Captain!" is all about, in this movie there was a poem by Walt Whitman titled simply as(well you've already guessed it) "O Captain! my Captain!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walt Whitman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1819-1892).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Leaves of Grass.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1900.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                        O Captain! my Captain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;O C&lt;span style=""&gt;APTAIN!&lt;/span&gt; my Captain! our fearful trip is done;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The ship has weather-d every rack, the prize we sought is won;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="2"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="3"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    But O heart! heart! heart!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="5"&gt;&lt;i&gt;         5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;      O the bleeding drops of red,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="6"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;        Where on the deck my Captain lies,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="7"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;          Fallen cold and dead.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="8"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="9"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="10"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  10&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="11"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="12"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Here Captain! dear father!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="13"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;      This arm beneath your head&lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/142/1019.html#193.14"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="14"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;        It is some dream that on the deck,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="15"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;          You've fallen cold and dead.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="20"&gt;&lt;i&gt;  20&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="21"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;      But I, with mournful tread,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="22"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;        Walk the deck my Captain lies,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="23"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;          Fallen cold and dead.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a name="24"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/ocaptain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A picture of the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I hereby re-christian my blog &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'O Captain! my Captain!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112593580216734915?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112593580216734915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112593580216734915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112593580216734915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112593580216734915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/09/tribute.html' title='A Tribute -'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112499824515182694</id><published>2005-08-26T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T05:13:10.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's full of Beans!!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh... Beans!&lt;br /&gt;They are the unsung heroes of today.&lt;br /&gt;I looked up the dictionary for the definition of 'Bean' and here's what I got:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronunciation: &lt;tt&gt;'bEn&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function: &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etymology: Middle English &lt;i&gt;bene, &lt;/i&gt;from Old English &lt;i&gt;bEan; &lt;/i&gt;akin to Old High German &lt;i&gt;bOna &lt;/i&gt;bean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:BROAD BEAN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; the seed of any of various erect or climbing leguminous plants (especially genera &lt;i&gt;Phaseolus, Dolichos, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Vigna&lt;/i&gt;) other than the broad bean &lt;b&gt;c&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a plant bearing beans &lt;b&gt;d&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; an immature bean pod used as a vegetable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 a&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a valueless item, &lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;plural&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; the least amount (didn't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beans&lt;/span&gt; about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; any of various seeds or fruits that resemble beans or bean pods; &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; a plant producing these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 &lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;plural&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONSENSE, BUNKUM&lt;/span&gt; -- used in the phrase &lt;i&gt;full of beans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;: HEAD, BRAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'2 a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;: A valueless item'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A VALUELESS ITEM?!! Oh c'mon, you gotta be kidding me!&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at what Beans have brought to our lives!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/bean_curd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAN&lt;/span&gt;-curd&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/beansprouts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAN&lt;/span&gt;-sprouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/gbsoup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAN&lt;/span&gt; soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/soyabeandrink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAN&lt;/span&gt; drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/jollibean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolli&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/mrbean02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/beanpole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEAN&lt;/span&gt;-pole (that's what she calls herself anyway haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the above, you can see how ever-present beans are in our daily lives!&lt;br /&gt;Beans = valueless? My ass!! *sNoRT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! anyway back to the definition of Beans that I found in the dictionary...&lt;br /&gt;Look at definition number-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;' 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONSENSE, BUNKUM&lt;/span&gt; -- used in the phrase &lt;i&gt;full of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this context '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BEANS&lt;/span&gt;' can be used as a replacement for '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NONSENSE&lt;/span&gt;' !&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you crude people out there who like to use phrases like "You're so full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;!!" or "You're full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;~!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's some great news for you!! You can replace '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;' with '&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BEANS&lt;/span&gt;'!!&lt;br /&gt;This is especially so for the ladies, who are supposed to be more gentle and well-mannered...&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose i will be hearing alot more "You're so full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BEANS&lt;/span&gt;!" from all of you instead! HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait a minute... I guess if we can replace '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;' or '&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt;' with '&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;beans&lt;/span&gt;'...&lt;br /&gt;That means that, instead of saying "I'm going to the toilet to take a crap."&lt;br /&gt;You might be saying "I'm going to the toilet to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAKE SOME &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;BEANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" instead!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! How strange is that? Weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's all I have for this entry. The reason why I brought up the topic of beans, is because all of this is building up to my next entry! And yes! It is something to do with beans!!&lt;br /&gt;To find out what it is, please stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;The next entry will be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well I hope so anyway... &lt;/span&gt;=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112499824515182694?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112499824515182694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112499824515182694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112499824515182694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112499824515182694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/08/lifes-full-of-beans.html' title='Life&apos;s full of Beans!!'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112422121250988514</id><published>2005-08-17T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:51:08.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to me of the song of the stars. Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again...</title><content type='html'>Today turned out rather well!&lt;br /&gt;I currently have 1 class a week till September, and I totally love bummin' during the holidays!!&lt;br /&gt;Late nights, lazy afternoons, basking under the sun in the jacuzzi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! Had a POA lecture in school and I kinda like the lecture I'm in...&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa familiar year 2 people in the lecture including several members from my OG Storm!!&lt;br /&gt;Of course I thoroughly enjoyed the company I had during lecture today!!&lt;br /&gt;Repeat this sentence in mock surfer Jon Jonsson-like accent, "You guys like, totally rock duude!!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wierdest incident of the day&lt;/span&gt;:- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Some genius unknowingly set a pencil on fire with a candle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you know who you are! HAha...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I should have taken a picture of that incident!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Achievement of the day&lt;/span&gt;:- Repairing the Mop's computer.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the $20 fee! Please CR(credit) to your Accounts Payable!&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding =p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had alot of fun today &amp; u all are great company, meet up soon again yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SRC orientation camp&lt;/span&gt;, i recently got my hands on several new pictures! Here are some of them:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/storm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/400/storm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Storm! (Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/dssd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, Syah, Shyam &amp; Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's all for this blog entry!&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little tired today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One last thing though:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something special. Lovely isn't it? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112422121250988514?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112422121250988514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112422121250988514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112422121250988514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112422121250988514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/08/sing-to-me-of-song-of-stars-of-your.html' title='Sing to me of the song of the stars. Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112360759115263137</id><published>2005-08-10T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:37:08.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basking in the Moondew... (Part 2/2)</title><content type='html'>Welcome back!!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway continuing from the previous post, Part 2/2 consists of material I've collected to update my blog but never really got down to doing it...&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to begin with some quirky MSN conversations I've had:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;A conversation with Kunshan&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have seen me recently will know that I've got a new cap. Well its the one you can see in the previous post, but anyway I've attached another one below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/cap.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I look chubby in that pic.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;I was asking Kunshan if my cap was nice and she said it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed her MSN pic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that her cap was much nicer than mine!!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/coal.jpg" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Reproduced without permission. HAHA!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! It's in fashion too! Everyone is wearing one, and I want one!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows where I can buy a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; hat like that??&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Alright I'm just kidding...&lt;br /&gt;On to the next conversation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;A conversation with Christina, my SP during 2004's SRC Orientation Camp&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This took place not long after ECR 1(Electronic Course Registration), after we had to bid for our modules for the next semester.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this conversation goes to show how typos can make you look really silly!!&lt;br /&gt;Just read on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/bakingconvo3.jpg" border="0" height="800" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*TadAH!!*&lt;/span&gt; Here is the conversation, just as I promised to save it and put it on the blog.. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Baking and Finance... If they really had such a course, I think it's rather useful if you are planning to enter the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- BREAD -&lt;/span&gt; industry! ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;My most recent conversation with Jinghui, aka Mop&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I kinda forgot why I started calling Jinghui a Mop. I think it is because she was mopping the floor at wierd hours(like 3+ am in the morning?!). Most would think that it is a strange thing to do... well, not if you are nocturnal like a hamster! AhahA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the last I've heard is that the Mop has &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;blue ears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She also claims to have a pair of ultra sensitive &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;antennae&lt;/span&gt;(apparently now damaged by the National Day Parade fireworks, or so I've been told).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know it is hard to imagine how all that looks like together...&lt;br /&gt;But the last time I checked, Moppy Lee Jinghui looked something like the picture below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/mop.jpg" border="0" height="186" width="124" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(original picture drawn as it was in msn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Does that look alien or what?!&lt;br /&gt;Ok la.. not alien, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;UNIQUE&lt;/span&gt; is the word.. hahaha! Just kidding la :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;A few pictures&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/bull.jpg" border="0" height="355" width="473" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look like I'm riding the bull in this picture...&lt;br /&gt;But don't let the pic fool you!&lt;br /&gt;The only riding going on in this pic is the metal wire riding up my ass, haha!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sit properly, that's why you can see my left leg straining to balance my butt as I attempted to 'hover' over the metal wire cleverly disguised as harmless rope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/nos1.jpg" border="0" height="491" width="333" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh... Now this is a picture I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"deeply rooted in thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staring out towards the river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a heavy sense of nostalgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an enigmatic mystery..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Well, all credit to the one behind the camera!&lt;br /&gt;It would not have turned out the way it did without u haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have this time round!&lt;br /&gt;Till we meet again in my next entry...&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir, mes amis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112360759115263137?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112360759115263137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112360759115263137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112360759115263137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112360759115263137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/08/basking-in-moondew-part-22.html' title='Basking in the Moondew... (Part 2/2)'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-112340181655036850</id><published>2005-08-09T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T04:24:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathing in the Moonshine...(Part 1/2)</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated in awhile... abit lazy i suppose.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway these few days i've been sleeping really late( 4+ to 5+ ) everyday, and I've been eating alot of suppers and finishing up my brother's "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince". What a tragic and dark, dark story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as you can see, there is a huge block of journal missing between this entry and the previous one, so let me update you about what's been going on starting from the month of June!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be splitting this into 2 entries because it is rather long...&lt;br /&gt;Anywayys.. here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday! The Sunshiners surprised me and I was totally not expecting it! Thanks once again for the handmade card! It's stored safely in my glass cabinet now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="375" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/derricks_birthday_024.jpg" width="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;Passed my driving!! Hurray! Less public transport!&lt;br /&gt;It's not as great as it sounds though...&lt;br /&gt;1. More $ spent on petrol&lt;br /&gt;2. More $ spent on cashcard, ERP and parking&lt;br /&gt;3. More worries about getting fined, demerit points&lt;br /&gt;4. More worries about scratching the car &amp; buang-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="127" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/Dscf1651.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, who really gives a damn about the above when driving is more fun than computer games! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th June&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;Lionel Gao's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated with him by having a BBQ gathering at Reina's place.&lt;br /&gt;Well no pics of him on that day so I guess we will have to settle for a pic from his friendster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="420" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/gao.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! How's that?! Looks like some advert eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;July birthday celebrations for the Sunshiners!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to the 4 in the front row!&lt;br /&gt;Jingxian, Jinghui, Karen &amp;amp; Kaijie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="359" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/julybd1.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th to 27th July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;SRC Orientation Camp at Sentosa!&lt;br /&gt;4 days 3 nights for all OGLs and Gamemasters, 3 days 2 nights for the freshies.&lt;br /&gt;The weather wasn't too good, it rained on monday and tuesday but overall I think they still had fun! Who will ever forget the SP Dance and forfeits they made you guys do during SP Walk eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this year's orientation theme was based on X-Men characters and my OG was called Storm. The freshies who made up Storm are- Jeremy, Joanne, Lionel, Fion, Sharon, Meishan, Vincent, Weixiong, Xianglun, Zhixian, Justina, Alan, Jasmine, Priscilla &amp; Sylvester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only Picture I could find of our OG during camp is the one below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/srccamp2.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Post-Orientation party at a club by the Singapore River called "Home" near Boat Quay.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them had a taste of some of the 'driving skills' I picked up from the movie "Initial D"(those who were passengers in my car on that day, I'm sure u know what I mean! HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is a picture of some of my OG members including myself and Syah(the OGLs) that night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="344" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/clubbinged.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;KTV outing at KBox Cineleisure with my some of my OG members!&lt;br /&gt;Below are some of the pics:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="370" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/ktv2.jpg" width="559" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(L-R: Jeremy, Me, Qingting, Zhixian)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/ktv1.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Qingting &amp;amp; Me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="359" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/ktv3.jpg" width="482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(L-R: Jeremy, Me &amp; Justina)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="285" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/ktv4.jpg" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(L-R: Me, Zhixian, Jeremy &amp;amp; ehhem.. Qingting's Foot)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After KTV, went for supper and had mee-goreng &amp; mutton soup.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for ur company =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th August&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Buffet at Fullerton...&lt;br /&gt;High-quality chocolate galore! The problem is that, the chocolate is so rich that you will feel full fast. The trick here my friends, is to skip the cakes and go for the other stuff like the chocolate fountain, chocolate soup, tiramisu and the many other various types of chocolate i never knew existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out some pictures below!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/CHOC%20BUFFEt%20020.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(4 of us, Jessica is behind the camera)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="276" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/CHOC%20BUFFEt%200121.jpg" width="448" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(A selection of the various types of chocolate at the buffet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/CHOC%20BUFFEt%20014.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kaijie and the wonderful CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN! Now how often do you get to see something like that?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="342" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/CHOC%20BUFFEt%20070.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Jessica &amp;amp; Me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~End of Part I~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-112340181655036850?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/112340181655036850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=112340181655036850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112340181655036850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/112340181655036850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/08/bathing-in-moonshinepart-12.html' title='Bathing in the Moonshine...(Part 1/2)'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111713753727249306</id><published>2005-05-27T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T04:28:26.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello guys! It's been awhile...&lt;br /&gt;What a smashing 2 days it's been(Wednesday and Thursday)&lt;br /&gt;American Idol finale, The Contender Finale, Eye For A Guy 2,&lt;br /&gt;and finally Star Wars Ep 3 today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little summary of the above:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[American Idol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie won in the end. No doubt she has talent, but to me Bo was a winner too.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he finally got the recognition he deserves through American Idol because I believe that he is truly a genuine and authentic performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a producer, I think I would really enjoy producing a record with him and that is the highest compliment I can give! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[The Contender]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serigo 'The Latin Snake' was crowned as The Contender. Somehow I didn't find the telecast of the final bout of boxing at Las Vegas Caesar's Palace as exciting as the dramatised version in the reality TV series.&lt;br /&gt;I guess Sergio deserved to win because he fought really well even with his back against the ring-ropes and he even managed to put in quite afew combos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Manfredo did not have the stamina to last 7 rounds and I guess that was partly the reason why he lost with a unanimous vote for Sergio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;[Eye For A Guy 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad Shan was finally voted out from the show. I mean everytime he does something wrong, he always acts blur and doesn't even apologise and attempt to come up with a proper explanation. Also, he gave Denise's friends bad vibes by admitting he cheated twice in the past on his ex-gfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last part of the show during elimination when Denise called Jeff and Wolfgang over to her side, Howard and Shan were left. You all should have seen Howard's expression then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. It was one filled with dread and gloom. But Surprise, surprise! Shan was the one who was voted out! Honestly, I thought that he would stay-on because of the song he sang and obviously the big &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;sMoOcH&lt;/span&gt; he gave Denise.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end, sense prevailed over feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! After hearing out my views on the above TV Programmes, its on to what I did today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally met Mike and Junior after such a longtime. It was good meeting the 2 hobbits again. The other Hobbit Jon is currently studying in Australia but will be back on the 18th of June! Haha.. After that maybe Merry &amp; Pippin(Jon &amp;amp; Junior), Sam(Mike) and Frodo(Me) can return to 'The Shire' at Europa for some catching up! haha.. of course Smeagol(Gao) is always welcomed to join us! Afterall The Ring has already been destroyed. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Mike's gf for the first time today! After they left I went to Suntec with Junior to PizzaHut to have dinner. At 8.30pm, I finally sat myself down in the digital cinema with Gao, Reina, Junior and Xiangying to watch the final episode of STAR WARS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all don't know already, I am a big Star Wars fan.&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, it got really sad. The Jedi were slaughtered after the activation of Code 66. Especially the part when Yoda shook his head and said "Failed in the task, I have."(or something like that). I have never seen this side of the Jedi before.&lt;br /&gt;The side of defeat. That is what hurt me the most, because even in the original Episodes 4-6 the Jedi always seem to have that something extra to overcome the odds stacked against them everytime. Well, I guess when you put episodes 1-6 as a whole, you WOULD get a happy ending but today for me, that was not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Finally on a lighter note, is an excerpt from my conversation with Jenny on MSN(Take special note of the word 'Song'):-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:20:20 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} sends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Dell\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.wmz"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(84,84,84)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';color:blue;"&gt;Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;(Alt+P) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';color:gray;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;You have successfully received &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';color:blue;"&gt;C:\joshua\msn\12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:SimSun;color:blue;"&gt;一千年以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:';color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:SimSun;color:blue;"&gt;林俊杰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:';color:blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:SimSun;color:blue;"&gt;编号&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';color:blue;"&gt;89757.wma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt; from {jEnNy}.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:24:47 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;I'm going where the water tastes like wine! says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;how come i cant play the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:24:59 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:25:03 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;try again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';font-size:12;color:teal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';color:maroon;"&gt;You have failed to receive file "12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:SimSun;color:maroon;"&gt;一千年以后&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:';color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:SimSun;color:maroon;"&gt;林俊杰&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:';color:maroon;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ZH-CN"   style="font-family:SimSun;color:maroon;"&gt;编号&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';color:maroon;"&gt;89757.wma" from {jEnNy}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:25:16 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;I'm going where the water tastes like wine! says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;wait i try in other music player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:25:42 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;I'm going where the water tastes like wine! says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;thanks 4 letting mi win~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:25:48 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dont wan play liao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:26:12 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:27:00 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;I'm going where the water tastes like wine! says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;wad no thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:27:01 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;I'm going where the water tastes like wine! says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;u stink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:27:11 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i bathed mind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:27:25 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;I'm going where the water tastes like wine! says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;hmph ok fine i take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:27:38 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;humph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:29:18 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;can you play the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:30:23 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;I'm going where the water tastes like wine! says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;dun ask mi to draw utility curves now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:30:46 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wat is the link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:30:55 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;oh oh!@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:30:56 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:30:59 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;I'm going where the water tastes like wine! says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 0.05in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02:31:10 &lt;span style="DISPLAY: none"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;{jEnNy} says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0.9pt 0pt 13.85pt" face="georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:teal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha.. If you haven't already got it, it is a dumb reference from Mr Ting's Econs class about drawing Utility curves by 'playing the song'.&lt;br /&gt;Alright folks! That is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;May the Force be with you, Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = v /&gt;&lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;&lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;&lt;v:path connecttype="rect" gradientshapeok="t" extrusionok="f"&gt;&lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" ext="edit"&gt;&lt;v:imagedata title="" src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Dell\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.wmz"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111713753727249306?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111713753727249306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111713753727249306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111713753727249306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111713753727249306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111591397490540100</id><published>2005-05-12T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T04:25:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enter The Arena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Current DEFCON Status: DEFCON 3 (Increase in force readiness above normal readiness) ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi dudes &amp; dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"X can take on 5 different values: X1= Stats, X2= Maths, X3= Econs, X4= Soci, X5= IBM&lt;br /&gt;Calculate the Median."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using formula Pk= [(n+1)/100]k&lt;br /&gt;To find median, K= 50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P50= [(5+1)/100]50&lt;br /&gt;= 3rd Term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd Term is X3= Econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; The Median is X3= Econs.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! My point is, we have passed the half-way mark of our exams!(please excuse my long-windedness which some of you might interpret as being lame! haHa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Similarly, I draw a comparison to the reality TV show I watch on AXN (Channel 19 on SCV)- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Contender"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. In short it is a reality TV show Sylvester Stallone produced, everyweek there will be a fight between 2 boxers and the one who loses will be eliminated. This will carry on till there is only 1 Winner left who will be crowned as The Contender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each boxing match there are 5 rounds. Similar to the 5 papers we have to take, right now we have completed the 3rd paper. We have gone past the 3rd round and have 2 more rounds to go! It isn't over yet... but don't give up! We are not going to get knocked-out, because I won't let you!! We will press on!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't give up without telling yourself that you have given it your all! Even if we go down, we will go down in a blaze of glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote from Bill Pullman who played the President of United States of America in the movie Independence Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"We will not go quietly into the night!&lt;br /&gt;We will not vanish without a fight!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to live on!&lt;br /&gt;We're going to survive!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fellow friends, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome to the Arena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/11780548-111591397490540100?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111591397490540100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111591397490540100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/05/enter-arena.html' title='Enter The Arena!'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111366424006889522</id><published>2005-04-16T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T01:58:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drilling me into pieces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 days I haven't been sleeping well...&lt;br /&gt;The elevator near my room has been under renovation and as you all know, I sleep really late(4+ am) so when they start working at 10+ am they wake me up with their constant drilling!!&lt;br /&gt;That means I only get around 6 hours of sleep. After the drilling starts(about 10+ am) I will turn myself to the end of my bed, facing away from the noise, cover one ear with the pillow and the other with the blanket and lie there till I feel guilty... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway! Back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;Today I was supposed to meet Jen &amp; Ant at 12.30pm in school to study.&lt;br /&gt;As I was about to leave the house I remembered that my card had no more $ in it and quickly told my brother to switch ez-link cards with me. The problem is he is only 17 this year(and his is the student's concession card) and I'm like 5 years older than him. You know, I sort of regretted this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the bus-stop outside my house, I took 165 to the MacRitchie busstop.&lt;br /&gt;1. When I got on the bus and flashed the card (&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;*BeeP-BeeP*&lt;/span&gt; it went.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Oh man, I think my ears started to turn &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;3. I mean all of you say I look young, but i doubt I can pass off as a 17 year old anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! The journey was alright and I alighted at the next bus-stop to wait for 74.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The journey was uneventful... I was blissfully looking out of the bus window wondering what to eat in school for lunch and listening to mp3 music in my handphone, when all of a sudden at the corner of my eye &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;*GaSP!*&lt;/span&gt; out popped a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;bus-conductor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;He was slowly coming my way and I was momentarily stunned. I started to think about what to do, and this is how my train of thoughts were like(more or less):-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit man! What to do now?! Ok I think I will sit here... But what should I tell the conductor when he asks for my ez-link card? Okay that's it! I will just tell him I swapped cards with my brother!! But his picture is on his student's concession card! How?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 5 secs later &amp; the &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Devil-in-disguise-as-a-Conductor&lt;/span&gt; is now 2 seats away from me -&lt;br /&gt;(Suddenly someone pressed the bell for the bus to stop, giving me a Plan-B!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's my chance, I'll just get my butt off and take the next bus! Please reach the next stop before the conductor gets to my seat!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;*PhEW*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I just made it in time.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I took 3 buses to school, 165 -&gt; 74 -&gt; 154.&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid way to a start day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now to other matters!!&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was still in bed at 11am(much to my dismay, they were renovating the lift again. On a SATURDAY! &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt; Drill and drill and drill! You all can drill yourselves to hell! hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;I received an sms from Anthony telling me he was already in school!! 11am! I was shocked man... haha... so early!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, I thought he was really hardworking...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Jenny reached school before me too and she told me they were in the library.&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just take a look at the pictorial evidence below:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://www.2and2.net/Uploads/Images/reImage007.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Jenny, studying hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;img height="384" src="http://www.2and2.net/Uploads/Images/1reImage000.jpg" width="512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;insert the="" above="" points="" 3="" again=""&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Anthony, studying even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you all studying btw.. what? Did I hear you say you were mugging the beautiful inner-walls of your eyelids? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the person that arrived the latest, lasted the longest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111366424006889522?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111366424006889522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111366424006889522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111366424006889522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111366424006889522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/04/drilling-me-into-pieces.html' title='Drilling me into pieces...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111333094166638074</id><published>2005-04-13T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:11:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to cheer you up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello! Haven't blogged in around 2 days...&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day where my brain was tested to its limits.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your brain as a sponge, exactly how much information can it soak up?&lt;br /&gt;Well today I had a decent benchmark for mine! I left my house from 8am,&lt;br /&gt;and had Statistics lesson in school from 9am-5pm, then stayed behind to&lt;br /&gt;date &lt;em&gt;Karl Marx&lt;/em&gt; to study Sociology from 5pm-10pm!&lt;br /&gt;Man! What a day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that didn't leave a deep enough impression did it?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall repeat:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Man! What a day!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha... now that had a greater impact! =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to give my brain a rest and do something senseless and silly instead&lt;br /&gt;so without further ado may I present to you:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[My Conversations With Max Webber]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Max Weber is a guy we studied in our Introduction to Sociology module)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/md1.jpg" border="3" height="240" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/md2.jpg" border="3" height="240" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/md3.jpg" border="3" height="240" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/md4.jpg" border="3" height="240" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/md5.jpg" border="3" height="240" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/md6.jpg" border="3" height="240" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/267/4443/1024/md7.jpg" border="3" height="240" width="640" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ -The End- ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I hope that I have managed to brighten up your day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;p/s: i changed my music! jx please feel free to give ur comments.. haha, you are becoming my music critic!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;( ce#5: eryl fwoy bjy fiksr, I ewpp bpebcg xy gfblzwls xygwzy cik... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111333094166638074?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111333094166638074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111333094166638074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111333094166638074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111333094166638074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-to-cheer-you-up.html' title='Something to cheer you up!'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111298976864565052</id><published>2005-04-09T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:50:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apples... Just Apples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So, I was thinking to myself  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what to blog today&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Alright I have decided...&lt;br /&gt;To entertain you with a short piece of literary work from yours truly(that means from me la!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I awake in a room, a room without a lock or a door. Enclosed without any hope of being let out.&lt;br /&gt;My destiny is no longer in my own hands, though I hope that one day I might still be able to wrestle it away from the merciless and stern grip of Fate. My mind has become nothing but an endless spiralling whirlpool of lost memories in a boundless ocean, through which the only thing that exists is a lonely void of unfathomable darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am in a coma- a lost soul trapped within a body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However for some reason or other, somewhere in the grey matter within my head I am still aware of what is happening at present, though not of what I did in the past. It is strange, without doubt and beyond scientific reasoning that an ordinary man like me whom I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;assume &lt;/span&gt;has led a rather ordinary and uneventful life is experiencing something like this- being trapped in my own head. I definitely feel helpless, as if floating along an empty galaxy searching for answers. For one, I most certainly wanted to find out what my name was, not to mention my past and how I ended up in this bizarrely fascinating encounter with my lost-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down and gazed upon my bare-bodied self. Reaching up to feel my face, drifting my hands down- to my eyes, nose, lips and the subsequent sardonic smile that formed on it. Perhaps the smile being an irony in the knowledge of being ever so vunerable and useless, mocking myself for not possessing the wisdom of what is actually happening to me. However being alone here, it is rather pleasant. Appreciating the sentiment that I belong exclusively to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case Time neither matters, nor does it exist here. No inspiring and uplifting sunrises, or sunsets which signal the end of a laborious day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressing? Yes indeed. Then again it IS only a piece of fiction.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry my friends! I'm still the sane old me. Pardon the pun. Sane old me, same old me get it?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;mich, dun worry about things.&lt;br /&gt;When everyone else is gone, I'll still be there.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it rains molten lava, I will wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with a heat-resistant suit of course.&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ce#4: fry tikjlyc rioy fyzbc ebg jybppc ylticbxpy, xkf ilpc xyubkgy iv cikj ylfrjbppwls uionblc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111298976864565052?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111298976864565052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111298976864565052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111298976864565052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111298976864565052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/04/apples-just-apples.html' title='Apples... Just Apples...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111264360849853354</id><published>2005-04-05T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T03:40:08.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something poignant 4 u...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;A quote from unknown:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I cried today... not because I missed you or even wanted you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but because I finally realised I'm gonna be alright without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So you see, sometimes it's alright to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Better to let it all out rather then bottle it up inside,&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise the knot in your heart will just become tighter and tighter.&lt;br /&gt;We all have to know when it is time to let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;( ce3: cik piiq gnpylzwz. xkf bvfyj syffwls fi qlie cik xyffyh, piiqg zil'f obffyj okur blcoijy... fi oy, cikj bobawls nyjgilbpwfc blz eilzyjvkp uhbjbufyj oyblg okur oijy frbn yhyjcfrws ylgy... ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111264360849853354?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111264360849853354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111264360849853354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111264360849853354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111264360849853354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/04/something-poignant-4-u.html' title='Something poignant 4 u...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111254381420005603</id><published>2005-04-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:05:30.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a busy Sunday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey blog... had school today(on a sunday!!) from 9am-5pm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was tiring, but it wasn't all that boring thanks to Dr Steve Taylor's Brit-wit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After school me, Kj &amp;amp; Jen took a bus to Lido to meet Ant who rode his bike there. At first we had no real concrete plans to watch a movie. However while walking in the direction towards Heeren, we decided to watch &lt;em&gt;'House Of Fury'&lt;/em&gt;! So we walked all the way to Cineleisure, only to find that the cineplex doesn't screen &lt;em&gt;'House Of Fury'&lt;/em&gt;... In the end we walked all the way back to Lido &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; and queued up to buy the tickets... However while queing up halfway, we decided to watch &lt;em&gt;'The Eye 10'&lt;/em&gt; instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I would say the movie wasn't bad at all. It was a mixture of dark-humour and knee-jerking(or in the case of Kj, backward-jerking) shocks! Haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, here's my review in a score system:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; The Eye 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt; Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Storyline:&lt;/strong&gt; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoyment:&lt;/strong&gt; ***1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fear Factor:&lt;/strong&gt; ***1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worth the $:&lt;/strong&gt; ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overall:&lt;/strong&gt; ***1/4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all for today, UOL-IBM from 9am-5pm tomorrow... Another long day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;( ce: i obc lif grie wf okur, xkf cikj vjwilzgrwn wg bl wjjynpbuybxpy fjybgkjy fi oy! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111254381420005603?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111254381420005603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111254381420005603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111254381420005603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111254381420005603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-busy-sunday.html' title='What a busy Sunday...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111245545683814746</id><published>2005-04-03T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:08:43.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Ladies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Woke up late today and went to McDonalds to study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went home and watched Miss Singapore Universe 2005!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought that Rebecca Lim was really pretty but too bad her answers lacked depth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess these sort of things need experience and lots of practice, but at least she showed that she was eloquent!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I would like to dispense some tips to all the single ladies out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose this entry will be the first of a series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;However please do note that theory and putting theory into practice are 2 entirely different issues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So if you don't get the results you are looking for, please don't blame me! haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So have I got your attention yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then let us begin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DISCLAIMER!!: I shall not be held responsible for whatever ways you might choose to employ these methods or the results if they turn out to be embarrassingly negative. However you are most welcome to give me credit if they do work!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Tips for the Single Lady&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;How to attract the guy you fancy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip #1-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Please come and rescue me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(The 'Damsel-in-distress' Method)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is truly a classic. Remember childhood fairy-tales of a princess stuck in a castle waiting for a dashing prince to come to her rescue? A recent example would be in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;'Shrek'&lt;/span&gt; the movie where Princess Fiona was stuck in a castle and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)"&gt;Shrek&lt;/span&gt; had to rescue her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well the good news is, this can be applied in reality as well! This is called the &lt;em&gt;'Damsel-in-distress'&lt;/em&gt; method because you are supposed to act as if you &lt;strong&gt;ARE&lt;/strong&gt; a damsel-in-distress! Honestly speaking, most guys have a soft spot for girls who seem to be helpless or lost at times. It could be in-built into the nature of men since primitive times, to want to protect and help someone they see as fragile and defenseless(&lt;em&gt;At this point i must make clear that I am not being an MCP by saying all women are fragile or powerless. That's why I am asking you to &lt;strong&gt;ACT&lt;/strong&gt; as if you are!&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It will be even more effective if you approach him for help. In a way it shows that you think highly of him and that might just boost his ego abit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apply this method correctly and your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Knight-In-Shining-Armour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; could just be sweeping you off your feet! However, overdo it and the results might be negative instead. So use at your own discretion and caution!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;(A example of this working in reality can be seen in the case of September 11 where Firemen left their wives for 9/11 widows. Click &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2003/12/02/earlyshow/living/main586338.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; to find out more!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance of success&lt;/strong&gt;: ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effectiveness&lt;/strong&gt;: ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ease of utilization&lt;/strong&gt;: **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patience required&lt;/strong&gt;: *****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tip #2- &lt;em&gt;"Look at me!!"&lt;/em&gt; (The Eye Method)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah the eyes... No not the movie! I'm talking about those in your head!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;According to the commonly used cliche, the eyes are the windows to the soul. However cliched it might be, some of it still holds true. You! Yes you the single lady reading this! The good news is that the only asset you have to possess to use this method is(*dRuM-roLL*): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Eyes! Whatever colour they might be(&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;, black, even &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;r&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,255)"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,153,51)"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;) your eyes are the most vital tool of communication. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Give a cold stare and it could mean &lt;strong&gt;"Back-off!"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quick repeated glances might be interpreted as &lt;strong&gt;"I think you're hot and would like to get to know you! But I'm embarrassed to publicly acknowledge it..."&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An electrifying, yet inviting gaze is another way of saying &lt;strong&gt;"Hey handsome, I think you're cute! Come approach me!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So let your eyes play their part. Don't just use them for plain staring. Employ them in subtle ways to your advantage! It can work just like telepathy! Once more I urge you to use this with caution. Practice in front of the mirror to know what type of signals you are giving to the other party. You might think you are giving a tender-loving gaze but he could see it as a murderous stare!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chance of success&lt;/strong&gt;: ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effectiveness&lt;/strong&gt;: ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ease of utilization&lt;/strong&gt;: ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patience required&lt;/strong&gt;: ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please do take note that sometimes even the greatest theories, when put into practice, do not guarantee the best results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, that is all for today! I hope you have enjoyed reading my literary work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Catch 'ya later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;( ce: i frwlq cik rbhy lwuy ycyxjieg, xkf cikj gowpy wg yhyl oijy ylzybjwls... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111245545683814746?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111245545683814746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111245545683814746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111245545683814746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111245545683814746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/04/single-ladies.html' title='Single Ladies...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111238493894384144</id><published>2005-04-02T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:53:01.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey friends!!&lt;br /&gt;Today I have something very special to share with you...&lt;br /&gt;It is a piece of my history, totally classic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It all started when I was looking for a website to host my music file so that I might link it to my blog. I checked a few sites to no avail but finally I remembered that my 'Yahoo!' account was also registered for webhosting at Geocities. I logged in to my account expecting empty space and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;VOILA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;What I saw truly brought back some wonderful and delightful memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it... deep in my heart, it was all coming back...&lt;br /&gt;like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Hidden Treasure Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;lost pirate map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thought never to exist.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway attached below are some of the gems i found!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy viewing!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Click on the pics so see larger versions!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/640/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/400/a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the original captions i added 5 years ago, in September 2000! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/1024/class2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/400/class21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1aa2... I used to like the girl in the last row, whose head is slightly tilted, in the middle of the pic directly below the aircon. Also, the girl on the left 2nd row from the front. But that was a long, long time ago eheh... =) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111238493894384144?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111238493894384144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111238493894384144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111238493894384144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111238493894384144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/04/classic.html' title='Classic...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111229612121199129</id><published>2005-04-01T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T03:15:13.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Movin' ! Gonna Get Down To The Sound So Soothin' !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hello WORLD!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I met Mich, Kaijie and Anthony to study at Bishan McDonalds! Mich was there the earliest at 12.15pm, while me, Ant and Kj only arrived at around 3+.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a little known fact&lt;/em&gt;: I took a cab down to meet you all todaY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay la... I was late that's why... haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway studying was alright today, Mich had to leave at 6.30pm to meet her family to watch Miss Congeniality 2. Jeremy came down at 7pm to join us but we had to leave at 7.45pm for dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry man! Keep you company some other time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kj, Ant and I had dinner at Cafe Cartel. Food was alright but we paid $6.20 for 3 miserable pieces of Chicken Wings! Ant kept complaining that he felt cheated, especially when he tasted his soup, which he then commented was bad, lacked substance, bland, and then compared it to someone else.... hahaHA!! That's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I got home, explained some equilibium for the Wage-Supply econs. model to Mich, then tried my hand at &lt;strong&gt;singing chinese songs&lt;/strong&gt;!! I recorded 2 of them in .mp3 format! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first is &lt;em&gt;Emil Chau's -&lt;/em&gt; 别傻了(Bie2 Sha3 Le4) and the second one is &lt;em&gt;Jay Chou's -&lt;/em&gt; 晴天(Qing2Tian1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So if you would like to hear me make a fool of myself, you can ask me to send u the files!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This part is reserved specially for Kj &amp; Ant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Hey both of you... I had an enjoyable time with you today, especially during dinner.... You know it has really been awhile since I felt so comfortable and at ease. That put me in a good mood! I was happy today, I'm sure both of you were too. I could see the sparkle in your eyes... If time permitted we could have continued talking and talking... too bad it was getting late ya? Hope that this happens more often... Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;For being my friends =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111229612121199129?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111229612121199129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111229612121199129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111229612121199129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111229612121199129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/04/body-movin-gonna-get-down-to-sound-so.html' title='Body Movin&apos; ! Gonna Get Down To The Sound So Soothin&apos; !'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111220928229684973</id><published>2005-03-31T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T23:11:44.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a ride in my Time-Travelling Machine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello dudes &amp; dudettes that have been so kind as to pop by!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring day, nothing much happened...&lt;br /&gt;Afterall what excitement can you have if you stayed at home all day?&lt;br /&gt;Studied some maths today, that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Amazing Race today! A suitable topic for this episode would have been &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"A lesson on stoicism and self-redemption"&lt;/span&gt;. It was rather interesting, seeing how the golden oldies couple Meredith &amp; Gretchen managed to pull through after their unfortunate accident. They were obviously, the very last to reach the first pit-stop of the epsiode. Fortunately it was a non-elimination round! However they had to give up all their possessions and money and start with nothing for the next round...&lt;br /&gt;In the 2nd-half of the show, the brothers Brian &amp;amp; Greg got into a bad accident as their 4WD vehicle flipped over. They were not injured, but the camera-man was. After this happened, they dropped to last place. However at the end of the 2nd pit-stop were scenes of joy! Meredith &amp; Gretchen made it, and Brian &amp;amp; Greg, well they busted their lungs out in a foot-race to make it to the final slot!!&lt;br /&gt;These 2 incidents were shows of true determination and grit in the face of adversity, with the ultimate reward of self-redemption at the end.&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok time for something a little more interesting!&lt;br /&gt;I would like to invite all of you for a ride in my time-travelling machine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;u&gt;[ Time-Bender v1.0 Alpha ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;console&gt;&lt;/console&gt;(Welcome!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;(Please Input Selections...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;please&gt;&lt;/please&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Destination: Netball Tournament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Month/Year: November 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Location: NTU Netball/Basketball Courts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;computation&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;transportation&gt;(Please Wait...)&lt;br /&gt;(Data Processing In Progres...)&lt;br /&gt;(Computation Complete!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/transportation&gt;&lt;/computation&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*ZzzZZipP-SsWoOoShH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(At this point of time, please use your own imagination to add additional sounds that you think a time-travelling machine might make, to enhance your aural experience!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/transportation&gt;&lt;/computation&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back to that fateful day... I don't recall saying much to the Sunshine Gang through-out that day, even though I was registered as a member! What's more, I never did expect to take a group picture together with everyone on that day! But guess what!! Surprise! Surprise! I DID manage to get myself into a group pic! Just take a look at this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/640/netball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/267/4443/400/netball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sunshine Gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anthony looking like he's trying to explain tactics...&lt;br /&gt;Though my guess would be that he's saying something dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Just check out Jenny's expression!!&lt;br /&gt;Haha...&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cya all soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11780548-111220928229684973?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111220928229684973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111220928229684973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111220928229684973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111220928229684973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/03/take-ride-in-my-time-trave_111220928229684973.html' title='Take a ride in my Time-Travelling Machine...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11780548.post-111212812576684361</id><published>2005-03-30T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T06:00:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi visitors to my blog!!&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are looking at.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;I know WHO YOU ARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright... actually I don't.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! I do know you are not sitting in front of your computer naked!&lt;br /&gt;(However if you ARE nude, you have just stumbled upon the wrong site because this page does not cater to what your dirty l'il mind is searching for. So instead, you should click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hot-dog.org/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;!! *heheheh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway every blog, just like an egg, has to have a story of how it hatched... Hatched like a sinister MURDER-plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay im just kidding! Please do not report me to the relevant authorities!&lt;br /&gt;*AheM*&lt;br /&gt;Kicking off my first entry, I have decided to start a Series titled:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting to know your friend better [ Volume I ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those of you who know me might think I am a kind, gentle soul. Well I am happy to tell you that you are mostly right! Haha... Okay seriously speaking I would like to share with you some of my personal experiences during my younger years(that means the ages between 0~16). However they might not be in chronological order. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fireworks!*&lt;br /&gt;*Confetti-Cannon Explosions!*&lt;br /&gt;"Let's begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Shop-Lifting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its a common occurrence. I say occurrence because I would rather not refer to it as a crime in this context(otherwise the next time u see me, you will be labelling me a "thief!". Ok, I don't mind being a thief. A thief of all women's hearts! haha! ok I'm just kidding, I apologise for the digression) I have done it before and I'm sure some of you have too. Hmmm as I recall it happened at the now defunct departmental store chain- Yaohan at Upper Thomson Road when i was around 7 or 8 years old. I decided to buy a cheaper dragonball action-figure and after I paid for it i requested for a larger plastic bag *snigger*. Trying to be inconspicuous and making sure no one noticed me, I proceeded back to the toy-section to take the very-much more expensive action-figured and put it into the L-sized plastic bag. Grinning to myself, I strolled out of the departmental store. To conjure up a plan like this... Yeah I was sneaky alright, a trait i still possess today... But I promise I will only use it for the good of man-kind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Animal Abuse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I must admit that I really regretted that it took place. Once again it happened during my inquisitive years as a kid. I have no idea what prompted my action but 1 fine day I took a pair of big scissors and brought them out to my garden(yes the very same garden you have seen if you have been to my home before). I lured the neighbour's snow-white fured cat over with my perfect imitation of "meows!" and I hid the scissors behind my then-small buttocks with my right-hand as i beckoned the cat over with the hypnotic waves of my left-hand. Of course the cat did come over.&lt;br /&gt;I bent down. Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-sHocK-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Horror, Horror!-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swung my right-hand over and clamped the scissors down on the cat's tail!! I swear, it was the first and last time i ever heard a cat scream. I do not know if there was any blood as the terrified cat bolted away like lightning. All of a sudden hearing the noise, a garderner's head appeared from behind the wall(of course I didn't notice that he was around then as I thought the coast was clear). I quickly hid the scissors behind my back again and waved to the garderner. I returned to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I stress that this is an incident which I deeply regret. I am glad the incident is etched in my mind so that I will never do such a horrible thing again. Of course you all know that I am now a &lt;strong&gt;reformed&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;caring&lt;/strong&gt; gentleman! Thank God for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Enough of my morbid childhood tales today. It is getting late and I will continue again tomorrow. Thank you for being the VIPs to my blog's maiden entry!! I hope that you will continue to patronise Mr Keating's blog in future. Au Revoir!(or "Till we meet again!")&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/11780548-111212812576684361?l=walt-whitman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/feeds/111212812576684361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11780548&amp;postID=111212812576684361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111212812576684361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11780548/posts/default/111212812576684361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://walt-whitman.blogspot.com/2005/03/mirror-mirror-on-wall.html' title='Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...'/><author><name>Mr Keating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01731018538288450114</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
