<?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-11692285</id><updated>2011-11-27T06:11:07.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siansation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-116413044439441173</id><published>2006-11-22T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:34:04.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2006</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm three days late from the preview of VS!! Arghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the show happened three days ago at the Kodak Theatre. Tyra Banks and Heidi Klum were missing from the show. Tyra is obviously way past her modeling prime and Heidi is on maternity leave (again!). However, CBS will only broadcast the show on 5th Dec so if you're interested, do keep a look out ya? Here's a few of my favourite outfits from the show captured from various sources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Gisele Bundchen" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Gisele Bundchen in this Scottish/Huntress outfit. Kinda like those high leveled Huntress in those games. Talking bout games I was at this eyewear shop earlier and this kid was asking the shop aunty if she played Maple Story. Haha kids are so cute... and lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Julia Stegner" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ana Beatriz Barros" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Victoria Secret goes Casino Royale. Julia Stegner on the left and Ana Beatriz Barros on the right. VS are really hitting the right notes with these themes. Though there are some which I really didn't like and so you're not gonna see those themes in this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Alessandra Ambrosio" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Karolina Kurkova" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Left: More poker-inspired lingerie with wings (Model: Alessandra Ambrosio). Right: Karolina Kurkova with an early 1900s inspired air stewardess outfit. Incidentally some of my projects this sem in school involved a look that is very similar to this style so I could feel the association. And no I'm pretty sure no airlines are changing their uniforms to look like that in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Adriana Lima" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Askmen.com's top 10 picks for 2006, Adriana Lima in the White Angels segment. White always go well with tanned bodies... provided you're NOT fat/chubby/fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Karolina Kurkova" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ Karolina Kurkova again in the million dollar bra (If I'm not wrong). Actually preferred her 2005 lingerie for the Russian babes catwalk. And twigs for wings?! Okay lah, not bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Alessandra Ambrosio" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img alt="Alessandra again!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Nov22_10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^ My favourite pick from the show judging from the pictures. Alessandra pulled this gold number off quite well unlike her other fellow models. Anyway Justin Timberlake was performing when they had the Gold segment. No prize for guessing what song Mr. Sexyback sung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup that's a few of my pick from this year's show. Many other nice lingerie all over but you don't want me to spoil everything for you don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-116413044439441173?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/116413044439441173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=116413044439441173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/116413044439441173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/116413044439441173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/11/victorias-secret-fashion-show-2006.html' title='Victoria&apos;s Secret Fashion Show 2006'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115978571415558074</id><published>2006-10-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:08:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atrocity!</title><content type='html'>Was at Bedok to return some library books. Wow the haze situation is pretty bad. I could also feel like I'm in Industrial China with that kind of air quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at the library and I couldn't find this particular book. Being the lazy person that I am, I decided to find a random staff and ask where can I find this book. That was when I came across this random librarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the moment I saw her she wasn't a nice person. She was chasing kids away from the shelves section where they were studying on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Librarian: Stop studying here and go study at the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see she was using a directive language. My my such a fiesty librarian. But still I decided to try my luck (and try out the library service).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Hi, excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;Librarian (Lets call her LB, B being Bitch) &gt;&gt; *Gives a im-gonna-slap-you-anytime-soon face* ... Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; I'm looking for this book but I'm not too sure where can I find it, I'm sure it says its in the fine arts section but I can't seem to find it.&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; Oh... follow me, its just here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems nice surprisingly. Thats not bad considering IMF is over. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; Here... is it this book?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Oh yeah. Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; You sure its this book right? Make sure you check it.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Yup. It really is, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was gonna go mind my own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; Hey you hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Yes?&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; *Reaches into pocket* I need you to fill in this survey.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Oh... okay...&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; Just tick on what you feel okay? I mean on the general service and staff.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Oh sure.&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; I'm just gonna write my name here. Do you have a pen?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Oh, yeah. Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the moment she wrote her name on the feedback form. And guess what? She ticked the word COMPLIMENT under the feedback form. Wah, I have never feel so robbed off my opinions in my whole life. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; Okay. So you just fill in this survey and I'll pass it to the management. Then they'll keep track and tell the others of the good service (I've done).&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Oh... okay... *Shocked beyond believe*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took my pen and stood there, stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; Well?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Yeah ok. *fills in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bitch looked at me fill in the whole fucking survey especially the part where you're supposed to comment on the service (read: blackmail) I've received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; So what am I supposed to comment on?&lt;br /&gt;LB&gt;&gt; Oh you just have to thank me for helping you find the book. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Oh. Really. Yeah ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Writes some illegible stuff on the comments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Here you go.&lt;br /&gt;LB takes form and walks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;OMGWTFBBQ MAN!!!!!! STAY AWAY FROM BEDOK LIBRARY! ITS EVIL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115978571415558074?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115978571415558074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115978571415558074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115978571415558074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115978571415558074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/10/atrocity.html' title='The Atrocity!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115933491503833590</id><published>2006-09-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:35:08.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Death Note" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Sep27_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manga writer Tsugumi Ohba's (&lt;em&gt;Ōba Tsugumi &lt;/em&gt;大場つぐみ) movie adaptation of Death Note is finally hitting Singapore shores on 19th October! Been following the manga for a while. Definitely one of the better manga's I've ever read albeit it being a bit wordy but the writing is absolutely witty. The characters are all distinctively refreshing and the tone of the manga sets it apart from all other recent manga outings. Takeshi Obata (&lt;em&gt;Obata Takeshi &lt;/em&gt;小畑 健) did a really good job of drawing the manga so if you guys have the time I would really recommend you guys read the full 12 books. Incidentally the book comes in 108 chapters, paying tribute to the 108 bell chimes during new year&amp;nbsp;signifying the 108&amp;nbsp;sins a person must overcome in Japan tradition to achieve Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline revolves around&amp;nbsp;this person Light Yagami&amp;nbsp;who gets hold of a Death Note of the nether realm which bestows the owner the ability to kill people by writing their names on the book. Hmm... the rest I'll just let the movie do the description. According to sources the movie plays very close tribute to the actual manga so that's good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is split into 2 chapters with the second chapter showing in Japan in November... so I guess we'll only get to watch it early 2007. Here's the promo shot for Death Note: the last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Death Note the last name" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Sep27_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115933491503833590?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115933491503833590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115933491503833590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115933491503833590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115933491503833590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/09/death-note.html' title='Death Note'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115928490180024696</id><published>2006-09-26T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:50:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandarin Songs Update (26 Sep 06)</title><content type='html'>Few songs I've been watching the past few days. Thought I'd just share because they're pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;孫燕姿 - 雨天 &lt;/strong&gt;(Stefanie Sun - Yu Tian)&lt;br /&gt;Yanzi is back with (yet another) compilation. You won't see Yanzi in the mv below probably because she got a pimple outbreak during the shooting period. However you can still see the lead actress in the mv flipping through her cd to make up for the disappearance. Don't really get the mv but I love the song. Notice the mv pays tribute to apples on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTf36QBdCHo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;蔡依林 - 唯舞独尊&lt;/strong&gt; (Jolin Tsai - Wei Wu Du Zun)&lt;br /&gt;Theme song for her J2 concert in Hong Kong. Dancing is up to standard as usual but the song lacks a bit in terms of tempo. Gorgeous outfits. Just dancing, dancing, dancing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kGpPETzJaGs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;梁靜茹 - 亲亲&lt;/strong&gt; (Fish Leong - Qin Qin)&lt;br /&gt;Fish's new mv has her acting as her 18 y.o. self. Yet another tribute to apples. I don't get the story plot because its downright corny and I sure hope apples don't split up like that in the supermarket. And there's the tea drink commercial throughout the video. Worst of all... the lead guy didn't even kiss her at the end of the mv (Even when it's a kissy title). Poor poor Jing Ru. =( I love the song though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JEvV5CFk7Pg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;周杰倫 - 白色風車&lt;/strong&gt; (Jay Chou - Bai Se Feng Che)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really paid attention to this song when I bought Jay's album. But now that I've seen the mv I really like it. The girl looks like a guy when she stepped out from the car initially though haha. She looks prettier with her hair tied up. PS: I got Jay mixed up with the guy with the cap at first... and he has to stop showing Motorola in his mvs already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnRjk2YmGpc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F.I.R. - 你很爱他&lt;/strong&gt; (F.I.R. - Ni Hen Ai Ta)&lt;br /&gt;My personal favourite from their 3rd album. It's a melancholic track I must agree...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/moDaA--eKok" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm giving very mean comments because I'm not in the best mood of late. But please enjoy the mvs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115928490180024696?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115928490180024696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115928490180024696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115928490180024696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115928490180024696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/09/mandarin-songs-update-26-s_115928490180024696.html' title='Mandarin Songs Update (26 Sep 06)'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115883287888364473</id><published>2006-09-21T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:01:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thumbdrive</title><content type='html'>Dear Blogger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thumbdrive took a trip into the washing machine and never made it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzzZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115883287888364473?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115883287888364473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115883287888364473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115883287888364473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115883287888364473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/09/thumbdrive.html' title='Thumbdrive'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115764501564900368</id><published>2006-09-07T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T00:03:35.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Sep07_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Sep07_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard that girls? The secret to beautiful skin is to swallow. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;Oh Zoe... what has gotten into you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115764501564900368?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115764501564900368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115764501564900368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115764501564900368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115764501564900368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/09/swallow.html' title='Swallow'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115739217720115494</id><published>2006-09-05T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:50:32.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deaths</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Steve Irwin dies after a stingray stings him right at the heart. I guess in a way it really is a loss to the world with the loss of our favourite crocodile hunter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously, do you mourn for this loss?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If not why are people doing silly stuff on msn to commemorate his death?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime I see an episode of Croc Hunter while I'm channel surfing, I see him intimidating animals in their environment. One memorable stunt involved him poking this snake with a branch and letting the snake entangle the branch. He then grabs it by the head and squeezes its neck just so viewers can see the venom in the snake's mouth. I mean, if I were the snake, I would seriously not be pleased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after numerous of such torturous encounters, maybe it's bout damn time the animals striked back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes it seems like I hold more grudge towards him than the animals do. (I'm not too sure if animals do hold grudges.) I'm not saying I don't like him, but wtf is it with the turtles on msn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You must be thinking why am I in such an awful mood, I mean besides the usual cloud of thunder above me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My aunt passed on yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Colon cancer and old age. She's always complaining of stomachaches and she'll just eat the meds prescribed from the polyclinic. I guess when you're old you just think illness comes with it so you don't really bother to really do a checkup. By the time they discovered its cancer, it was too late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know sometimes when you suddenly lose your family around you. It's not painful at first, because the truth does take a while to sink in. She's been a really nice person all these years. Every New Years, my family would go to her place for lunch and she'll be such a gregarious host. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess CNYs are never gonna be the same anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115739217720115494?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115739217720115494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115739217720115494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115739217720115494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115739217720115494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/09/deaths.html' title='Deaths'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115703929419985644</id><published>2006-08-31T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:48:14.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Boliao Entry</title><content type='html'>I apologize for the lack of entries recently. Got EIGHT presentations coming up within the next 3 weeks so go figure. Things that happened since I last posted include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Yours truly celebrated his 22nd birthday. Wheeee~ =D (And if you've yet to wish me happy birthday, well its too late. It is, however, still not too late to slap yourself in the face.) Lots of birthdays coming up too so you oughta keep a lookout to prevent further face-slapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My mom's Mercedes logo got stolen!! What is wrong with people these days? My mom is devastated lah, it looks so horribly naked without the logo!! Ask me to drive that to school I will also paiseh la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="OMGWTFBBQ" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Aug31_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) AHM! I didn't go... haha think I siao ah? I hate running... zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. I think I better go back to my work. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115703929419985644?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115703929419985644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115703929419985644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115703929419985644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115703929419985644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/08/yet-another-boliao-entry.html' title='Yet Another Boliao Entry'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115643513608516591</id><published>2006-08-24T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:58:56.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluto Loses Status As Planet!</title><content type='html'>Yes it's time for your useless trivia for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;International Astronomical Union's meeting in the Czech capital have voted to strip Pluto of its status as a planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ninth planet will now effectively be airbrushed out of school and university textbooks. Apparantly it's similar to asteroids along the Kuiper Belt thats outside the solar system. Go read up more about it if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/5282440.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/5282440.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115643513608516591?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115643513608516591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115643513608516591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115643513608516591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115643513608516591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/08/pluto-loses-status-as-planet.html' title='Pluto Loses Status As Planet!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115569603488995123</id><published>2006-08-16T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:40:34.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noob Driver</title><content type='html'>Made a really turn too close to the kerb and wacked my car against the kerb on monday while rushing to school. Thought everything seemed alright until my Mom told me the side plate of the car came off.. lucky she said the toyota use double sided tape to tape the plate thats why came off lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended school at 9pm plus yesterday, tmd made me miss the 9pm show. And all we did was draw lines and circles! That's so archi year 1 la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reached home and the first thing my mom asked me was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt;&gt; Did you knock the car on some kerb or something?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; ... Nope... No. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt;&gt; The mechanic said it looked like the plate hit something so it came off, there were scratches at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Oh... (damn)&lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt;&gt; XW look me in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt;&gt; You did it didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn my mom is good. Either that or I'm a very bad liar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115569603488995123?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115569603488995123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115569603488995123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115569603488995123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115569603488995123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/08/noob-driver.html' title='Noob Driver'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115514624933104695</id><published>2006-08-10T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:58:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of Death</title><content type='html'>I once wrote an entry talking about the same season of death, except that was back in May last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone can feel it. That time of the year when the occasional rainfall makes everything feel nostalgic and melancholic. When you open your window and you feel a saddening breeze fill your senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of friends lost a few loved ones along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet you still have to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet the irony is that no one gets out of alive at the end of the day anyway don't we? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short, treasure the people you love and for those that you hate, forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be a happier person at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, the same quote from Neil Gaiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why should you be afraid of Death? She loves you, afterall."&lt;/em&gt; - Neil Gaiman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115514624933104695?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115514624933104695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115514624933104695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115514624933104695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115514624933104695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/08/season-of-death.html' title='Season of Death'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115502763814447085</id><published>2006-08-08T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:00:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths</title><content type='html'>Was surfing gameaxis when I came across this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gameaxis.com/img/blog/443/Image/expand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.gameaxis.com/img/blog/443/Image/expand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gameaxis.com/img/blog/443/Image/findx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.gameaxis.com/img/blog/443/Image/findx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115502763814447085?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115502763814447085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115502763814447085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115502763814447085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115502763814447085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/08/maths.html' title='Maths'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115452693241289298</id><published>2006-08-02T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:00:36.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boggle #2</title><content type='html'>Time 3 minutes and form words by linking them and not reusing the same letter block in the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Boggle03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Boggle03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115452693241289298?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115452693241289298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115452693241289298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115452693241289298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115452693241289298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/08/boggle-2.html' title='Boggle #2'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115452685714725885</id><published>2006-08-02T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T01:06:44.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are still kids... afterall</title><content type='html'>Was at tuition with my P3 kids. These kids have an attention span of a puppy. Was writing down stuff on their progress paper known as the green paper to keep track of the lessons and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; Teacher...&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; I don't want to do comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;Kid2 &amp; 3&gt;&gt; ME ALSO!!&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Just do or you'll have more homework to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Continues to write on the green paper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; Why you write on green paper never give star one?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; You all P3 already still go for such cheap thrill one ah?&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; But Mrs Chong always give us star one!&lt;br /&gt;(Btw Mrs Chong is the other tuition teacher who teaches them maths.)&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; And you guys know I never give stars because your works are so horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Kid2&gt;&gt; But we do the Mrs Chong her work anyhow do she also give us star...&lt;br /&gt;Kid3&gt;&gt; I want a star too!&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; Give us star!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then the three kids are chanting "We want star" in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Okay okay if you guys do well for this mcq I'll give you all star.&lt;br /&gt;Kids&gt;&gt; YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say they're never gonna get any stars from me because their work is always atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; Can give 3 stars? Mrs Chong always give 3 stars one.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; She give so many for what?&lt;br /&gt;Kid2&gt;&gt; Can exchange stationary one!&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; Ya! If you have 30 stars you can exchange stationary.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Oh really? Thats sweet, what kind of stationary?&lt;br /&gt;Kid3&gt;&gt; Last time i exchange this pencil.&lt;br /&gt;Kid2&gt;&gt; Ya me too.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Huh like that also happy ah?&lt;br /&gt;Kids&gt;&gt; YESSS!&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; Mrs Chong these few days also never give star already. =(&lt;br /&gt;Kid1&gt;&gt; Nevermind I draw star myself...&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Okay la okay la I give everyone ten stars okay?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Then you all can exchange pencils from Mrs Chong. Okay?&lt;br /&gt;Kids&gt;&gt; YAAAAYYY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; *Smirks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115452685714725885?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115452685714725885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115452685714725885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115452685714725885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115452685714725885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/08/kids-are-still-kids-afterall.html' title='Kids are still kids... afterall'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115440095859527442</id><published>2006-08-01T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:55:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a drinking problem...</title><content type='html'>Love this comic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/489/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Rob/drinkingproblem.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115440095859527442?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115440095859527442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115440095859527442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115440095859527442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115440095859527442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-have-drinking-problem.html' title='I have a drinking problem...'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115406054411692911</id><published>2006-07-28T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T12:22:24.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father Like Son</title><content type='html'>My dad and I were reading newspaper in the living room when the door bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ding Dong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues to read our papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&gt;&gt; Eh XW go check who they are leh.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues to read our papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&gt;&gt; I wonder who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Didn't you call them? They look like contractors.&lt;br /&gt;Dad&gt;&gt; I don't know. You go see who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; You called the contractors, you go open the door.&lt;br /&gt;Dad&gt;&gt; Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues to read our papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ding Dong*&lt;br /&gt;(Apparantly the contractors saw me in the living room while my dad was hiding behind the couch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continues to read our papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&gt;&gt; I think they're the mosquito control squad.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; You sure?&lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt;&gt; *runs down from upstairs* &lt;strong&gt;WTF JUST OPEN THE DOOR!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom runs out and opens the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - 1&lt;br /&gt;Me - 1&lt;br /&gt;Mom - 0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115406054411692911?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115406054411692911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115406054411692911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115406054411692911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115406054411692911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/07/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father Like Son'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115341330180341906</id><published>2006-07-21T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:32:53.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Inevitable Jolin Autograph Session Entry!</title><content type='html'>Yes. So I went to Jolin's autograph session Thursday night at Marina Square despite a lot of people flying my kite super last minute. (Yes that includes *starts pointing* you, you and you) I went early by 1 1/2hours to find out that they dont have a designated queue!! Wtf man. That turned out to be a good thing because I was kinda at the centre of the crowd by the time everything started and with my crowd squeezing techniques I managed to get my autograph in less than 15mins. But super paiseh to go get autograph at such an age haha. I even brought my handy Gameboy SP to entertain me but soon realized its not such a good idea to be playing gameboy in public at my age. Wtf man why so many age restrictions one. In the end I just messaged everyone I could find on my phone just for fun to keep me busy for 1 1/2 of zor bor lan-ing in the midst of the Jolin crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing that I suddenly realized I've been messaging the wrong Raymond all the while to go clubbing. I actually sms-ed my Sergeant!! Wah lao no wonder I was wondering why that Raymond so unfriendly... zzzz (hahaha paiseh Rui =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recovering from that shock they made the whole lot of us stand up 30min before the whole show started. Lucky I was tall enough to get a good glimpse of Jolin. Zhiyong from 933 then came upstage and asked for people who have motorola phones and he randomly picked 20. Guess what? THEY GET TO GET THE AUTOGRAPH FIRST?!!?!!!! Wah lao not cool man that was one of the times I really wished I bought a V3x. So I was standing there feeling a bit pissed with the fact that I'm a Nokia user and then I saw something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS FUCKING COUPLE IN FRONT OF ME IS MAKING OUT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with youngsters these days?! Apparantly the guy was too tall and the girl kept missing his lips and made it seem like he's kissing her nose half the time. That was a hilarious sight albeit still disgusting and hate-inducing. After that time passed really fast and after a bit of half hearted clapping for Jolin to come on stage she finally appeared!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July20_02.jpg" border="0" alt="Performing Dancing Diva / Pretence" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing she didn't start the show late. God knows what the couple would've done with that extra time. My camera was too far to get a good pic so I relied on luck to capture her using others' flashes. Took down her Dancing Diva performance on video though XD. SJ said he couldn't hear a thing from the clip and my hand was shaking all the while but aiyah the idea is there can already. She's became prettier since the last time I saw her back in 2002. Pity she decided to give the gymnastic sequence a miss in the performance. The two shots were taken while she was singing "A Wonder in Madrid". After that it was chaos with the queue forming because Marina Square didn't setup the barricades for queues in the first place and everyone just squeezed to the corner to get upstage asap. After some tactical shifts in the crowd I managed to get to the stage within 15minutes! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the food court to eat a pizza with SJ while waiting for my two other friends who finally decided to buy her album and get her autograph when they saw her perform Dancing Diva. Met up with them later when they told me to go meet them at the exit where Jolin was gonna go out from. PY was saying Jolin's face got more triangular and not nice and HJ was saying her hair looked very dry... wah win liao. Anyway she was done with her signing by then and took a photo as she was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July20_01.jpg" border="0" alt="Jolin!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad right? Pays to be tall hehe. Anyway, presenting to you... the autographed cover of Dancing Diva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July20_03.jpg" border="0" alt="Autographed!!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I win. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************The Next Day**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Look ma! I got the autograph!&lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt;&gt; Ah Ni Ma Song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom needs to be more appreciative of the things I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115341330180341906?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115341330180341906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115341330180341906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115341330180341906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115341330180341906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/07/inevitable-jolin-autograph-session.html' title='The Inevitable Jolin Autograph Session Entry!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115323716908500526</id><published>2006-07-18T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T00:53:08.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kukup Trip (Jul 15-16)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the weekend at Kukup. If you guys don't know where it is it's sorta like a fishing village in Malaysia... well I still don't know where it is exactly but it's around an hour's ride from the courseway. Malaysia still looks the same since the last time I visited it (duh) and well, if you noticed, the grass is still greener on the other side (aka Singapore). After a headspinning roadtrip for an hour we finally reached Kukup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July17_01.jpg" alt="Kukup! Mudskipper galore..."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was low tide when we alighted from the van so saw a gazillion mudskippers all around. Yes the first mudskipper was cool, after that was pretty much mudskipper overkill. Didn't help that SJ was pointing at every other mudskipper he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July17_02.jpg" alt="The humble abode"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house we stayed in was pretty spacious for the nine of us. It's also equipped with a karaoke system and three bedrooms. Yes, the toilet bowl is shining because it leads all the way outdoors - where your waste basically gets eaten up by the mudskippers. Woot. Come to think of it basically all wastes end up in sea where the houses are built on. I was showering later that night and there was a hole in the centre of the bathroom that drains the water out. Kept looking at the hole the whole time I was showering just in case some hand suddenly grabbed me from outside the hole. Classic horror scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July17_03.jpg" alt="Chill out"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after everyone settled down with their stuff we went to the pier and enjoyed the breeze. Would be kinda cool if they took the mahjong table there and played mahjong. After that did a bit of shop hopping to see what's there to buy... which is basically nothing much. Dinner was an all-you-can-eat barbeque back at the house where the owner, an uncle, cooked for us. (He's always in a singlet with a pack of cigarettes stuffed in the left strap of the singlet just in front of his chest/breast. Ohh he makes nice prawn crackers!) After dinner, while I was still eating my chicken wings, Jeremy and folks decided to play some deafening fireworks and at the same time use them to kill a few mudskippers while they're at it. The only firework that I liked was the one that seemed like timed multiple ejeculation... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the night it was karaoke until they decided to ban me from the machine. Then we played The Weakest Link (Kudos to Ben for his 600+ trivia questions) where we had to vote people out every round. SJ was usually the first to get voted out. (I just had to say that.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: "What's the name for a male bee?"&lt;br /&gt;Answer: "Bee bor kia" (Bee wife's son in Hokkien)&lt;br /&gt;LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The real answer is a Drone btw)&lt;br /&gt;After a few restless rounds of substandard answers and votes for Ben (The gamemaster) to be kicked out of the game, the few of them decided to play some mahjong while Danny, Gideon, SJ and I played battery-operated Boggle and Scrabble till late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July17_04.jpg" alt="MJ"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late and found out I was sleeping on my specs and it broke into 2 pieces. Mahjong routine for the peeps. After that we packed our stuff and left the house for our mangrove swamp tour. I'll just let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July17_05.jpg" alt="Mangrove swamp tour"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July17_06.jpg" alt="Mangrove swamp tour"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July17_07.jpg" alt="Mangrove swamp tour"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridge that you see in the left image had such shaky planks I swore we could've fallen off the bridge anytime. Also while the sign said limit for fifteen people, the ticket counter lady said to only go in threes... *gulps* Other than that had a nice bird's eye view of the tree canopy and took lots of photos at the tower top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July17_08.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good lunch at a seafood restaurant before leaving. Was fun. =) Costs only SG$60 for everything some more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115323716908500526?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115323716908500526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115323716908500526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115323716908500526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115323716908500526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/07/kukup-trip-jul-15-16.html' title='Kukup Trip (Jul 15-16)'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115323667577163893</id><published>2006-07-18T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:31:15.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No I'm not a (hardcore) Jolin fan!</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to yes 933 now hoping they'll be giving away admission tickets to Jolin's concert at Zouk but no they're interviewing Sun Ho live in Taiwan... *roll eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm don't think they're giving away tickets... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Parkway yesterday to look for her album after stalling all weekend because I was at Kukup. Turns out all copies of the new edition was sold out at Sembawang. Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to have lunch/tea with Morgan and I decided to pull him to the Raffles City Sembawang to check if they had stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also no stock. Wtf man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &gt;&gt; Sian. Yesterday went Parkway also don't have stock. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;Morgan &gt;&gt; You were at Parkway? Did you check the other cd shop at Parkway? What's the name...&lt;br /&gt;Me &gt;&gt; Gramophone&lt;br /&gt;Morgan &gt;&gt; Ya. They sell weird cds there, should have one.&lt;br /&gt;Me &gt;&gt; Jolin isn't weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armed with a strong sense of urgency [read: desperation] I dragged Morgan down to HMV and finally found a copy of Dancing Diva!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mtvs are pretty good, no snippets from concerts like during her Sony BMG days. So do go buy and take a look okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Jolin's gonna be in town for the next few days to promote the album. Schedule will be as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July18_01.jpg" border="0" alt="Jolin &amp; Mr. Q Edison Chen" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 19th 730pm @ Zouk - Dancing Diva Showcase and competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 20th 800pm @ Marina Square - Autograph Session&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 21st 800pm @ Indoor Stadium - Zpop Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only way to get the tickets for the Zouk showcase is to buy a Motorola V3i from Singtel and sign a 2 year contract.. WTF screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of going for the 20th autograph session until I came upon this article on her fansite forum:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;EMI is actually gettin Marina Square to arrange a queue for fans the night b4. so hardcore dudes, be early!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... you gotta be kidding. You think Hello Kitty meh? So siao on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still going on Thursday though hehehe must go early if not cannot see her perform sia. Anyone else going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments saying I'm crazy &lt;strong&gt;WILL BE DELETED&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115323667577163893?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115323667577163893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115323667577163893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115323667577163893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115323667577163893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-im-not-hardcore-jolin-fan.html' title='No I&apos;m not a (hardcore) Jolin fan!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115288848563364943</id><published>2006-07-14T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:49:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've waited so long...!</title><content type='html'>YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After close to two gruelling months of waiting, ladies and gentlemen... I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jul14_01.jpg" alt="Jolin Dancing Diva" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolin 蔡依林 《舞娘》 完美庆功改版!! (That's Dancing Diva in Perfect Celebration Edition if you can't read Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;Yayayayayayay!! Yes that means CD+DVD! Call me a cheapo I don't care. I get to see the clips in high definition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw Dancing Diva broke the 2million sales record!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what made you think I'm a Jolin fan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115288848563364943?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115288848563364943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115288848563364943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115288848563364943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115288848563364943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-waited-so-long.html' title='I&apos;ve waited so long...!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115225907868958967</id><published>2006-07-07T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T02:27:48.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flux / Portico '06</title><content type='html'>Freshmen Orientation Camp was fun! I'll just let the pictures do the talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/July07_01.jpg" border="0" alt="Flux / Portico '06" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to make 8 images all looking at the NUS logo but kinda hard considering I was a lazy bum at taking photos and half the time I left the orientation group to Ciff Thoo. Sorry Tiff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of interesting stuff happened including in no particular ranking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Assault cases at fright night. Poor ghost got wacked by freshie with a foldable chair a few times even before he started scaring them. Adeline got strangled/pulled for being too scary. Kinda irritating when the male freshies act tough when they really got scared. (Jumps + Shout and then regains their cool and say "haha thats not scary!" *roll eyes*) Got fucking freshie who smuggled his hp into the walk and then shone the light at me and said "Hey I know you! You're that game master earlier!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Our super motivated/independent OG (Orientation Group) that goes around and cheers with us, OGLs lol. Tiff and I were saying their turtles since we lay the eggs and they basically survive on their own. Best Cheer for orientation baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Overwhelming influence of Hard Gay and 海带 or Hai Dai (that drinking game) in cheers. Fuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Foxes and Chicken war game had girls owning me for a good minute. Worse of all THAT was captured on video and they showed it at the finale... omgwtfbbq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Chaur-chee-bye was so good he stunned a monkey who stole their Big Gulp at Sentosa. But still Sentosa is always good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Art Fiend, the alter-ego of our ever popular Art Friend. Actually I think Art Fiend is more like the better twin of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS Union camp next week! Anyone going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115225907868958967?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115225907868958967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115225907868958967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115225907868958967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115225907868958967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/07/flux-portico-06.html' title='Flux / Portico &apos;06'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-115086789727775061</id><published>2006-06-21T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:31:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XW the Tour Guide!</title><content type='html'>I mentioned to a few people I was bringing my friend around Singapore for a week. Contrary to popular belief, he is NOT my pen-pal... who does pen-pals these days anyway? Do you know how fucking expensive stamps are?! So anyway I'm just posting mini photos to make loading easy... =) I met John through playing FFXI. Once again contrary to popular belief, this particular Final Fantasy installment is an ONLINE game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Spent a good hour waiting in the airport waiting for John because we mistaken someone else to be him and was following the wrong guy for a good 45 minutes. Hurray for retardedness =X. Didn't help when MY kept shouting JOHN JOHN JOHN!!! at random strangers. Thick Skin level +1. (All right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day SJ, MY and I brought him to Orchard and walked around. Toured the CBD and told him a brief history of Singapore... but basically I didn't know anything because my failed my Singapore History in my early sec years and swore off history every since. SJ is amazing with his knowledge of the buildings around CBD, which he learnt from in a module in the previous sem (chey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night had a major gathering at my place for the unofficial screening of Silent Hill and Scary Movie 4.&lt;br /&gt;Tempura Sushi Sashimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! Omg that scene got me in stitches. ("It's so funny how we seem to finish each other's... dinner." =_ =)&lt;br /&gt;John/Ben trashed us real bad at Mahjong... Daren was telling John "Hey! That's not allowed!" quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;Twister was twisted with all the weird twist and everyone wanted to get fouled so they can sit at the side and sleep. Mindtrap II was more scary... especially when my team kept losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Rained all day and woke up real late to travel around. Just stayed at home and watched X-Men II later that night. Kicked John's ass in the 2 players game hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;The bunch of cocks (aka us) went to the Jurong Bird Park! Woohoo! The cory place is just damn noisy la. The kites are damn cute with their weird coos. John got quite a lot of mosquito bites from there... which continues to swell for the rest of the week. Other highlights at Jurong Bird Park include flamingos that aren't pink, an isolated male ostrich, the man-made waterfall and PENGUINNNNNSSSSSS! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with SY and HX at Ma Maison where we ate some escargoes and some horribly recommended burger steaks. Went round 2 with SY to play House of the Dead 4 and as usual we got our ass kicked really bad again. WTF la zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Ubin cycling day! Hit my head TWICE on the frame of the boat... the first time I nearly fell so I held on to the rubber insulator thingy attached to the frame and to my horror the thing BROKE OFF!! (refer to top left pic) Lucky the captain didn't see haha but still damn paiseh lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally pleasant scenery all over except you see mangrove swamps with lots of rubbish etc etc. Managed to stay clear of mosquito bites because they were more interested in testing out foreign blood. We have a walking mosquito repellant! Ahaha so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the laid back atmosphere at Ubin.. even the animals look so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Never cycle on yellow brick roads again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went East Coast to have some bbq-ed stuff and big chilli crabs with Danny, Daren &amp;amp; SJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pics deleted due to life-and-death reasons*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up Altivo @ Mt. Faber for drinks, brownies and super small cheesecakes. They serve salty Jewel in a Box. And next time you guys order that, say you want it straight to piss the waiter off. I mean seriously hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went over Danny's place to play with SAMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. So cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh I can't believe I still have to blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5&lt;br /&gt;Went Suntec with SY to let John see the Fountain of Wealth. Unfortunately we didn't read the instructions properly and ended up holding the bar around the fountain instead of placing out hands in the water... so much for good fortune. Went Crystal Jade for Xiao Long Bao and then went Carrefour for SY to buy her stuff for overseas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John got so bored and betted that he could squeeze in this wardrobe... and yeah so you see him in it in the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tien Hock Kheng Temple when SY was finally done with her shopping. Reached at 520pm and the temple was closed! I tell you the monks are skiving lah tmd the notice said they'll be open till 530pm one... wtf man. Blasphemous rub done by John as you can see from the bottom right pic. After that we went to the Sri Mariamman Temple... ya I sorta forgotten the temple entry ritual where you had to ring the bell... damn. Some horrible temple visits we got there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if we haven't walked enough all day, I brought John to the Night Safari! HX was saying the other night that its one of the world famous places we have in SG so I just had to bring him there to take a look. Hard to take any photos since it was at night and I have very very shaky hands from all the chicken feet I've been eating. Happening night at the Night Safari though:&lt;br /&gt;1) Bat saw me coming and nearly shitted on me. TMDPCB!!! Lucky John was talkin to me and I took a step back if not I kena bat shit already!&lt;br /&gt;2) A bearcat was climbing at this branch very near the enclosure perimeter and the branch broke and he escaped! Then the zookeeper got hold of it and swung it back into the enclosure like he was throwing some garbage into the garbage truck. Bearcat survived unscathed...&lt;br /&gt;3) The otters ARE SO CUTE LAH!!! And they practise recycling! Two thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat mian xian after that with pig's liver and kidney.. bleh. In the end we just threw those in SJ's bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Katong Laksa despite John saying he's damn full and then went grocery shopping. Threw him on a cab later so he could go play basketball with another FFXI friend at Choa Chu Kang. Kinda far to play basketball but I guess its alright. He came back after an afternoon of basketball and I brought him to play badminton with Daren and SJ... hahaha. He was bedridden the next morning from all his sore parts. Said he never exercised so much in a week. Ever. We had delicious Bak Kut Teh at my house with Danny btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to bring John to Sentosa but it just rained all day. John said it was alright to stay home that day with all the exercise he had the day before. Went to have sushi late afternoon and did a bit of shopping for Bak kwa for his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Momo at night. My face was red from all the drinking as usual so I'm not posting any pics! The pic of John drunk is just an act. Man his face shade remained the same all night despite the shot and the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Dim Sum buffet with ID01 at Dragon Gate restaurant at Harbourfront. Had an alright selection. Kinda got lost on the way there because some of the lifts lead you to nowhere... anyway we finally found the place after getting lost for like a close 20 minutes so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know what to order so we ordered the usual and one of each from the menu ahaha... just a word of caution: don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John got really full so he stopped eating despite my "You can do it!" cheers. Ended up doddling behind the menu because he was simply too tired to chat and he was too full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group pic before we went off. MX and JH looked like passerbys who happen to be coming out of the toilet and decided to just post for the picture anyway. Was too full to do anything else for the rest of the afternoon so we decided to go back and take a relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering why did we go grocery shopping the other day. Well John wanted to get ingredients for mixing drinks that night. So the few of us got together at my place to play board games and try out John's drink. John's a bartender btw... and he mix GOOD DRINKS!!! Drinks so high in alcohol content but you can't even taste it... scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Jun20_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see MY with his retarded pose as usual. That thief used my photos again on his blog shamelessly without asking for permission some more. Played John, Sj and I played Crystal Chronicles while MY was blogging and complaining about us not playing with him while we were all waiting for Danny to arrive. After an arduous hour of dungeon crawling and looking for non-existent sandtimer cliffs we finally finished the level. Then SJ said he didn't want to play already so I told him to switch off his gameboy. THAT TMDPCB SJ WENT TO SWITCH OFF THE GAMECUBE BEFORE I SAVED!!! Win liao loh waste an hour of my life on nothing ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we wasted ourselves after Danny came till 4am and then it was time to send John to the airport. Was really fun having around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Danny I never post close up pics of you okay, so you better not be pissed with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-115086789727775061?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/115086789727775061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=115086789727775061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115086789727775061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/115086789727775061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/06/xw-tour-guide.html' title='XW the Tour Guide!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114982731464598352</id><published>2006-06-09T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:38:18.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women of Times Awards</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm awfully bored on a Friday morning and I missed yesterday's episode of Women of Times! =( All because of that Siyi la make me go play arcade with her. Waste my money on House of the Dead 4 and we barely lasted 10mins... afterwhich she told me the gun was on autofire... TMD I press until my chiu nua then you tell me! XYZ. After that we played Raiden III.. in which we barely lasted 10mins again. We are the model customers of arcades can? Big money spent within short timespan... ugh Dua Cai Tao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in remorse of me failing to catch the disastrous serial drama, I decided to dedicate an entire blog entry to Women of Times. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/June09_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WOMEN OF TIMES AWARD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I have the final say and your words don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First award of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Worthwhile Death of the Show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we all know blockbuster-ish drama serials from Channel 8 can't do without a whole family of deaths. Why? Because they help do away with on screen snatching of parts and yes, people get to cry over the deaths and spend a whole episode brooding over some unjustified death (aka X-men III). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/June09_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I practise Taichi everyday just so I can get killed by random knife-thrusting strangers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Granny!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After hours and hours of crying and kneeling down at altars/office buildings/where-ever-possible, Granny finally dies in the second last episode by saving Fa-ge and atones for the family sin she and her husband committed oh so many hundred years ago. Its worthwhile because it takes a big turn on the family business and hey, since when do you see 70 year old women running faster than knife weilding 40 year olds along the beach such that she can get stabbed at the exact moment the 40yo thrusts the knife? "FA-GE XIAO XIN!!!" *Gets poked* Ugh ugh ugh. Pity I missed this episode. But hey, the commercials made up for it and I saved an hour of drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close second: Huang Wen Yong's heart relapse at the carpark. In which he conveniently chose to die right in front of the CCTV. Perfect timing. Kudos to him for pulling along his wife to the grave too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Australia's Embassador of the Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I even need to explain this. Its SOOOO obvious can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the winner is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/June09_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know Australia like the back of my hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chen Han Wei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha and you thought I'll say Fann Wong!? Please la remember the episode where he goes around with Fann Wong explaining about the Three Sisters Valley? He regurgitated it from the script like nobody's business while Fann was busy nodded her head off. The second time around he could find Fann despite Australia being such an insanely big place deserves a salute. Boy you sure know Australia like the back of your palm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close second: Fann Wong. Because she was there too. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Stupid Actress in the Show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not talking about their offscreen IQ but rather their onscreen personas. Of course we can't miss out these guillible women in the show for it to be a true blockbuster because Singaporeans just like to see people get cheated and sympathize [read: emphathize] with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the award goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/June09_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I mosiac-ed the other girl because I don't want you mistaking her for being the retarded one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia Chin!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to start. She dressed scantily to nab molesters but nearly got raped. She refused to marry Julian Hee when she could. Heck she even wanted Julian Hee to go to jail! OMG Felicia don't do that to poor Julian! He's having enough complexion problems already! And wow, who quits a police job to work for a orphanage man? Ugh her role in the show is just ugh I don't even know what to say. Waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close second: Lots of them queuing up for this award. Mostly women who got used in the show... so many la zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Most stupid actor: Edmund Chen. So obvious Terrance Cao is after money you bodo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The I-Decided-To-Be-A-Good-Guy-Afterall Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual formula for happy endings for such show is either a) The bad guy dies or b) The bad guy decides to be a good person at the end of the day and everyone forgets about what he's done in the past and lives happily with lies. Obviously when the bad guy did too much bad things he'll have to die because if he doesn't kill himself, the police will shoot him down anyway. In this case, because everyone is still a family and hasn't done big cases of drug trafficking, they'll most likely stay alive and turn over a new leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the award goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/June09_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You TMDPCB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huang Yi Liang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah he had a mistress (May Phua) and even gave away the family oh so treasured abalone recipe. But he went to jail and became a 24 xiao husband. The forgiveness episode where he basically went around asking for people to forgive him, the fact that they dedicated an entire episode about him kneeling around says it, that he more than deserves this award. Of course it would have been a better turn if he was in cahoots with Hong Hai (the bad guy MC King... lol) in the first place and does some revenge or something later for the family. But yeah, cooking good food for your wife everyday and ironing her clothes does make you a good enough contender for the award. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close second: Terrance Cao might pull a good man stunt at the finale so I can't be sure. But Edmund Chen is trying very hard at this point... though reaching home on time for dinner doesn't really make you a good guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The I-Love-My-Family-More-Than-You Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. We've all read the subtitles "Family is more important than anything else. So long we stand together we can overcome any problem." *roll eyes* But yes thats what our television is trying to tell us in 30 episodes when they could've stuck to the single chopstick / ten chopstick story and get over it in 5 minutes. Nevertheless, there are heroes/heroines in the story that strongly advocate this award (at the end of the day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the award goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/June09_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I killed your dad and mom but I'll love you... Okay? *scowls* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aileen Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt she left her brother on his own when he was having a heart attack in front of the CCTV camera. She went through all the trauma and guilt and became the family-advocate in the end. What the heck, she even learnt how to brew good soup in the midst of getting over the guilt! Extra points were given to her from the scene where Julian Hee talked back at her in the house when she moved back home and she took it all in and said she dropped the food on the floor with such a peaceful tone. Man with Julian's horrendous acting, she should've bitch-slapped him the moment he talked back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close second: Jessica Liu for divorcing Terrance Cao because family &gt; hubby with lots of $. Sure has some judgement issues if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Survivor Award&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, its not easy surviving a 30 episode drama and making it alive at the end of the drama. Some people start with everything and end up with nothing and maybe additional insanity. Some are forced to go abroad/jail because they don't have enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the award goes to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/June09_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can take my legs but make sure I look pretty okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fann Wong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did she survive the whole show unscathed [wheelchairs aside]. She survived the whole show with style. Boy did you see how lavishly her hospital room was furnished after the accident? I mean lounge chairs with red fur cushions? Oh my god even her blanket matches the room decoration! She even gets a vacation (twice) in the middle of the show... I don't even know what to say. Star treatment rocks. And yes, she outshines everyone with her flawless complexion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close second: Are you kidding me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss out anything? Can't believe I spent an hour plus on this entry x_x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114982731464598352?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114982731464598352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114982731464598352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114982731464598352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114982731464598352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/06/women-of-times-awards.html' title='The Women of Times Awards'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114873908781494830</id><published>2006-05-27T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T22:11:27.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update (26th May)</title><content type='html'>Woke up REALLY early so I could catch the final American Idol results show. Katharine didn't win as I expected as much as I did want her to. I did think Katharine's final song was pretty shitty. Safe first singles are getting pretty boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor? Man he's made some Idol history. He never did change his hairstyle for the entire season despite random reminders. His supporters were overwhelming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like Paris Benett though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J Blige looked weird with those sunglasses, stole the thunder from Elliott Yamin totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay Aiken... wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like Prince's performance &lt;strong&gt;at all&lt;/strong&gt;. Voted sexiest vegetarian? Hmm... come on people you can do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched X-Men III: The Last Stand at Marina with SJ, Keyth, MY and Jimmy. Funny thing how everyone else (John, Raymond etc) were in the same cinema watching the same crappy show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the show was crappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you if I were Jean Grey, the first person I'd fly to is Brett Ratner and make sure he disintegrates instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what the heck, I'd throw in two extra stabs just to make myself happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spoilers ahead, read at your own risk. Scroll down if you don't want to read the spoiler.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell man, why did so many people have to die for no apparant reason? Scott and Xavier could have just been left unconscious. THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO DISINTEGRATE TO SMITHEREENS! I seriously think he (Brett Ratner) wanted to screw up the movie. The main x-men crew so did not have to die just because you wanted it to end as a trilogy. Whats worse is that he kills them and ends with a cliffhanger that Magneto gets back his powers and Charles is still alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQ. The next thing you know Jean and Scott might just climb out of their grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The token teen love triangle was just horribly time-wasting [read: death-inducing]. Yeah I'm sure Bobby bringing Kitty ice skating with Rogue peering through the window was an important story plot. So important that finding Jean Grey could wait. They didn't even bother giving Rogue any special effects this time round. All she did was take a bus trip down the cure centre... yeah that's it. Welcome to the mundane life of Rogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to the subtitles though, Storm was titled 暴风女神! MY, Jimmy and I were practically rolling in our seats whenever that came up. &lt;a href="http://www.winterson.com/2005/06/episode-iii-backstroke-of-west.html"&gt;Backstroke of the West&lt;/a&gt; anyone? Talking about Storm, Halle Berry did put up with some very weird stunts. The tornado effect that made her projectile vomit was one of those moments you'd feel sorry for her. Man she's Storm, she could've just summoned great winds and blew that bitch to Hawaii. But noooo, they made her do the spinning just for the (Oscar) kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could see by this point I've reached my threshold of frustration and puzzlement. But it's okay, lets look at the bright side. Trails of comic relief tastefully sprinkled all over the show. The Juggernaut/Shadowcat shodown. Magneto's Threat News. Cheesy comeback lines (You'd regret not staying in school... hur hur). And Archangel (Ben Foster) did a very weird muscle flex when he broke free with his wings... Come to think of it... why is Jean aphrodisiac to begin with anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End of Spoiler*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still an alright show. Would've been better if it stayed true to the comic (though the Phoenix Saga would have been really weird... space travel anyone?). My all-time favourite Gambit is nowhere to be seen... sigh. AND PEOPLE DO NOT HAVE TO DIE JUST BECAUSE YOU WANT THE BLARDY MOVIE TO END! Zzzz so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newsflash:&lt;br /&gt;Played DotA with Danny on Wed night and he randomed Lina. Somehow he got really high and kept sprouting that he's Jean Grey... Jean Grey Power! ROLF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114873908781494830?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114873908781494830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114873908781494830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114873908781494830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114873908781494830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/05/weekend-update-26th-may.html' title='Weekend Update (26th May)'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114783658113796439</id><published>2006-05-17T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T11:29:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolin蔡依林 - 舞孃</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May17_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolin's new album Dancing Diva is out in asia! (If you're wondering why she has some white cobweb like stuff on her back in the picture... I'm thinking too haha. Maybe she crawled out from a drawer or something. Or just to signify the previous label (Sony BMG) was old or something... meh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayyayayayayayayyayayayay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Diva (Wu Niang) is her first album after joining EMI and she's finally back with black hair. Go asians! Saw a couple of her mtvs, pretty catchy but around her usual standards. No songs from Jay again due to recording [read: gossip] issues. Wondering if I should buy since she always come up with the dvd version after a few months to increase sales and let's face it, I rather watch the mtvs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've not watched her Wu Niang mtv, go check it out pretty neat mtv with her showing off her yoga versatility. But got one weird section where she did some ribbon gymnastic dance - something she learnt for this album (you'll see her in the weird white outfit on the real cover, prefer this one that I displayed though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what made you think I'm a Jolin fan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114783658113796439?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114783658113796439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114783658113796439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114783658113796439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114783658113796439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/05/jolin.html' title='Jolin蔡依林 - 舞孃'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114766514784684740</id><published>2006-05-15T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:52:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Settlers 13th May</title><content type='html'>Supposed to be at home resting the weekend thanks to Dr. S Tan but oh well what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Board-gaming at Settlers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ asked me along to Settlers with Van and MY. Was kinda reluctant because I don't really want to make a lot of noise and pull my stitches out in the meanwhile. But I went anyway since I was supposed to go Mind Cafe with my marketing tutorial mateys in the first place but had to cancel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we warmed up with this really boliao game called Transamerica which, in contrast to the Felicity Huffman show, a really simple [read: incorrigibly death-inducing] game of trying to outlive your friends by building successful railway systems. Man how do people link those two things together in the first place? You mean if I don't build a system before my friends I'll die earlier? Wtf! I swore the staff made us play the game to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After abandoning Transamerica we decided to play something that was new and fun. Van and MY seemed really interested in this other game they saw at the shelf so we thought we'll give it a try. And the game is *drum rolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wizards.com/global/images/ah_article_ah20040827a_picMain_en.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Betrayal at House on the Hill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks evil doesn't it? Everyone loves a little betrayal. Anyway this game was developed by Wizards of the Coast (who came up with the billion dollar spinning Magic: The Gathering) so you'll more or less expect it to be a dark game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very time consuming game with lots and lots of rules by the way. Kinda rewarding if you can go through all the instructions and stuff. We had this very gross staff explain the rules to us. We had some side-chatting and he was talking about working in theatre as his dream or something ugh roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main idea of this game is to explore this mansion and find new rooms as you walk around. Ultimately, one of the dice rolls will trigger a haunt event that makes someone in the game a betrayer and thus sets out to kill the others. Of course everyone will know who the betrayer is. The twist is, you don't know what the person has to do to win the game. Confusing isn't it? Turns out there is a manual for the betrayer and a manual for the normal players:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wizards.com/global/images/ah_article_ah20040913a_picMain_en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wizards.com/global/images/ah_article_ah20040910a_picMain_en.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all there are 50 betrayal stories to play through which is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tedious crash course to the game we spent a good hour hanging around the 'house' and getting items. Van tried to throw me alone without a working torchlight in the basement by taking the elevator upstairs but she failed because she rolled a zero and the elevator slammed right back to the basement. I eventually made my way to the ground floor after which I fell right back into the basement when I chanced upon the coal chute room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ got this mask item which he rolled dice every turn in hope of putting it on so that it added some stats and then he'll roll again so that he can take it off because it took off some other stats =_=. MY rolled dice every turn in hopes of activating this mystic coin which had a penalty when he rolled a 0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he rolled quite a lot of zeros. (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking out the huge token box kit which came with the board game while MY was still rolling for his mystic coin. They had lots of tokens inside with names and stuff so I thought I'll just take a sneak preview of whats in stall in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bat and dog tokens. That's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires and skeletons. This game is pretty dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alien tokens. Wow it is a diversed game huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach, lungs, glands and antibody tokens. Uhhh wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flicks a few tokens off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragon token.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the haunt finally begun at my turn because I'm so darn good at rolling dice. Luckily I wasn't the betrayer this time because the traitor was the one to my left for this story... which is Van! HAHA! So SJ, MY and I read up the survival guide while Van read her traitor's tome in her ostracized corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out in this scenario the house is living and trying to eat all of us alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_= WTF man I could come up with a better story. Explains why there are stomach tokens though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to winning this round was to use the spear (with me) to attack the brain/heart of the house to kill it. We didn't know if the traitor's tome told Van that the weapon was the spear so SJ and I kept quiet about it. And then MY, that MY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&gt;&gt; So what do we do with the spear huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van looked up at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued with the game anyway. I was horribly stuck in the basement (again) and couldn't get up the levels to attack the brain/heart. And those two idiots spent a good few couple of turns monkeying [read: mystic coin rolling, opening item vaults in vain] around at the attic before they decided to come to the basement to save me from Van. Eventually Van found me and fought with me over the spear. Man the girl had a dynamite and an adreline shot with her la wtf. SJ finally came to the catacombs to fight with Van. So they did a dice roll to see who won the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJ&gt;&gt; Okay I got a 4.&lt;br /&gt;*Van rolls.*&lt;br /&gt;Van&gt;&gt; I got a 3.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; Okay you take 1 damage then.&lt;br /&gt;*Van adjusts the stats*&lt;br /&gt;Van&gt;&gt; Huh I die already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;First physical fight she gets in and she dies =X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SJ saves the day and everyone is happy (maybe not Van).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tedious game we decided to play something more light-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Cluedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Spins into another turmoil of drama.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114766514784684740?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114766514784684740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114766514784684740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114766514784684740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114766514784684740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/05/settlers-13th-may.html' title='Settlers 13th May'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114758047136806123</id><published>2006-05-14T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:21:11.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mothers' Day Entry</title><content type='html'>Okay salutations first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a present for your mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on you if you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop reading and go buy one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now now now now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114758047136806123?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114758047136806123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114758047136806123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114758047136806123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114758047136806123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day-entry.html' title='The Mothers&apos; Day Entry'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114714624103643699</id><published>2006-05-09T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:44:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatherings</title><content type='html'>Long entry with all those boliao photos haha. Hey gimme some credit for resizing them and posting okay. I should be playing my Elder Scrolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MBS 6A Gathering @ Marina Bay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_01.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;After numerous unsuccessful [read: failed] attempts to get a class reunion by various people like Jeng Wee, Kian Fong, YuQing etc etc... Super ShiHui finally managed to get a big scale gathering going! Funny thing is after MBS we kinda split up and after 10 years of seperation, we're all back in the same university... no lah got some in SMU/NTU. What's more surprising is that quite a number of my classmates are actually in the studio 2 levels above mine. Ting Ting and Feng Ling said they see me now and then in campus which I never did realized. I never see them of course I never say hi la, what I dao. Zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_02.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ShiHui seem's overdressed for the occasion but she's the boss. KF's spotted with a Jamaican hairstyle, not really surprising. Saw him at the MRT before when we reached the station and I was thinking why is there a weird foreigner staring at me... turns out it's him la wah piang. Benedict's an escort on msn btw whatever that means. Chong Meng's changed a lot since I last met him... which was pretty much 7-8 years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_03.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhh this group I really don't have much to say coz they weren't sitting at my table. Still see Bing Hong occasionally at the MGTO prereleases in which you can see him wearing one of the prerelease shirts in this photo. Dissension? Not too sure leh. Eddy face became much wider... yup really wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_04.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who I've recently seen actually. WeiLun looks exactly the same. QiYao grew horribly tall (&gt;1.9m la wtf), Tian Sheng with dyed hair when he's supposed to have in camp training and Yun Long plays mj with me now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the night we just catched up with what's happening with everyone and some funny stories that happened back in MBS. KF ran into the female staff toilet, spitted in the Ba Gua fish pond, memories of the petrifying Preston Tan (used to see him 4/5 of the day because he took basically EVERY subject when I was in Pri 4). Had to leave early to catch a movie with Danny so didn't have many photos. Still got next time I guess, but hope not when I'm 32 la, by that time think all old like fuck already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ID05' Outing @ Sentosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind back a few days during the examination week. Saw Mixue online with a very sian nick so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt;      Very sian?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt;      Go Sentosa loh&lt;br /&gt;Mixue&gt;&gt;   ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when I said "Go Sentosa loh" I really meant "(You) go Sentosa loh". But it's cool cause I love Sentosa too. So we ended up with a Sentosa outing for the ID class. Rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_26.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the shade. How all you need is Hawaiian music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_05.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group shot. Dom shaved his head like Sam and Edrick's hair just keeps getting longer *cough* gross *cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_06.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_07.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_08.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_09.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some frisbee shots and gathering for Captain's ball grouping. They made Samson the defender for the other team la tmd how to score man. Half the time me and Jane were shouting at Sam because Wilson can never get the damn ball with Samson directly in front of him. Sian 1/2. Then halfway through the game my other half of the Havaianas slippers broke off too. Yay now I'm totally sian already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_10.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_11.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_12.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_13.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cute puppies from 2 shelters away. I don't know the breed because I'm not an avid dog lover. Munyin wanted to go over to their shade and take a look but was too shy (right). So I went over with her and asked if it was alright to take some shots of the dogs. Damn cute la. And before you know it, WX, JH and Steph came over to take a look too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_14.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog knows when to look at the camera! Smart! We kinda asked what breed was the dog before we left. The owner told us it's a... eh... actually I still don't know hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_15.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph with the very classic beach-running pose and Jane never leaving the shelter without her trusty banana umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_16.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;United we stand. Nice gloss on my bod btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_17.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divided we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_18.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siwei and Jack chilling out (the whole time). Don't see Siwei like very harmless, she knows Kendo, and isn't afraid to show her skills while playing games. HYAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_19.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_20.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mun. Told her to make a face and she still smiled. Then WX came and made the face and she still smiled. WX looks slutty in the pic btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_21.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. But eh got Ben behind sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_22.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_23.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_24.jpg" &gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/May09_25.jpg" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gals, the guys having fun. Steph and her sand cacoon with 6 pecs. Artistic shot for WX and Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went cycling after that and Jane had an accident where she went down the slope and hit the back of WX's bike. WX flew out of his bike and Jane flew to WX's bike. You know whats the proverb for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;长江后浪推前浪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic. 7 blue blacks awarded to Rei chan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Ben and Jerry's for ice-cream after washing up and then dinner at Harbourfront City. By the time I reached home I just wanted to lie on bed and sleep forever, which I didn't because ShiHui was asking for photos. Bleh sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WX just sent me some screenshots of FFXIII. Wah! You all must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-magicbox.com/0605/ff131.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-magicbox.com/0605/ff132.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-magicbox.com/0605/ff133.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha as if this post doesn't have enough pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to Elder Scrolls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114714624103643699?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114714624103643699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114714624103643699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114714624103643699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114714624103643699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/05/gatherings.html' title='Gatherings'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114671852466103396</id><published>2006-05-04T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T12:56:08.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That (Last Minute) Thing You Do</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd finally start studying for my Human Factors paper tomorrow... haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thing about ergonomics, it's common sense isn't it? I mean we're talking about design for humans aka me/us. So what's so hard about crapping for the paper? I have the empirical data etc... maybe I could just spend the whole day playing Elder Scrolls IV or something more productive. Anyway I flipped through a few pages of the compulsory reading just in case I missed out something (Yeah right, like flipping through a few random pages are gonna enlighten me). So I came across this particular page in which the late author Stephan Pheasant wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The term 'common sense' also deserves some scrutiny, not least because you often hear people say (perhaps with a measure of truth), 'Ergonomics - that's just common sense!' As a rule, statements like this should be viewed with circumspection. ... I would only add that common sense sometimes seems remarkably rare. You're so screwed for studying this book last minute."&lt;br /&gt;- Bodyspace, Anthropometry, Ergonomics and the Design of Work, Stephan Pheasant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay he didn't write the last sentence but damn, looks like I screwed up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Elder Scrolls until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, you can't take my disc even though I don't get to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114671852466103396?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114671852466103396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114671852466103396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114671852466103396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114671852466103396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-last-minute-thing-you-do.html' title='That (Last Minute) Thing You Do'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114650552916678942</id><published>2006-05-02T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:08:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Jade</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Labour Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian ah lazy to update yesterday la... but lucky for you guys I'm downloading stuff [read: porn] and having a humble broadband means I can't DotA with the 512kb/s connection that I have. Which I really dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait I'm going to play DotA afterall hahaha I blog later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----One hour later----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck lets not talk about DotA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay went Crystal Jade at Parkway yesterday with my ah ma, mom, sis and my bro-in-law yesterday. Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice corner in Crystal Jade, just liked the composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeptical looks from the women we love. Either that or they're really really hungry. Now here comes the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh some wintermelon soup with pork ribs. Not bad, quite salty. The one to the right is Xi Yang Cai soup. I dunno what's that in english due to my ignorance [read: hostility]  towards vegetables. Yea yea they're good for us. Cut the crap. Soup was good though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubious looks on the women we love. Apparantly not very impressed with what was served to them. Either that or they're thinking "Chey this kind of soup also can boil at home why must come out and drink?". Yes, I know my ah ma and mom well hahaha. Next image is the normal roasted stuff, eat at your own risk. Yum! Notice how sian my ah ma and mom look as the two images interact. Apparantly my bro-in-know doesn't know high cholesterol stuff is a big no-no to women we love. Hahaha no la he order for me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bowl of soup! Did I mention my stomach is bloated with water by now? This one is papaya soup... yup. No comments on this because I was pretty sick of soup by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're talking! Fried salted egg prawns and steamed egg with oyster! Look like chicken drumlets and pizza from Pizza Hut hor? Hmm... ok wait let's not drift away from Crystal Jade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dish of the day!&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what dish this is called because I couldn't find the name on the menu [read: blind]. Anyway, its fried Grouper in oyster sauce with Tofu and fatty pork! The grouper is deep fried so the skin is really crispy... and THERE'S A LOT OF IT AND I LOVE FISH SKIN! My family watched in awe as I devoured this dish despite of repeated warnings of fish bone. Hey, when the food is good of course we don't care about the possible health hazards. Sea urchin? *Eats*. Don't waste food ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the main dishes we had a conversation about the coming elections and who we should vote. My grandma was saying considering what the government has done for us so far they're pretty okay and then she started saying something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &gt;&gt; Last time... the rooms were so dark on rainy days that you couldn't see your hands when you stretched them out. There was a rule that lights could only be on after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I was kinda okay after hearing that, she's been through tough times with the occupation and stuff. Man they had bread so hard they could kill people by throwing them. And then she continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &gt;&gt; Last time... the rooms were so dark on rainy days that you couldn't see your hands when you stretched them out. There was a rule that lights could only be on after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my mom said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &gt;&gt; Last time... the rooms were so dark on rainy days that you couldn't see your hands when you stretched them out. There was a rule that lights could only be on after 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear they repeated it at least 5 times before I leaned over and whispered to my bro-in-law that they just repeated the same thing 5 times in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr30_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay eat finish already. Quickly take photo then go off to shopping! What? No photos from shopping? Chey I shop where got time to take photo haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114650552916678942?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114650552916678942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114650552916678942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114650552916678942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114650552916678942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/05/crystal-jade.html' title='Crystal Jade'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114628749109824928</id><published>2006-04-29T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:12:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortified.</title><content type='html'>Wah had this dream [read: nightmare] of my most hated tutor ever Patrick and my tuition kids. Patrick commented something about my dressing which mortified me. Man with his dressing, he should be giving those comments to the mirror. And the tuition kids were the usual, a challenge [read: pain-in-the-ass] even in the dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder what goes on in my brain even when I sleep doesn't it? Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mother was cleaning my room and I made way for her so she could clean the computer table and not spoil her momentum. (I did offer to wipe you know but she said nevermind) So I jumped onto bed and tried getting some rest from the previous sleepless night when... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;boom.&lt;/em&gt;" (Sound speaker makes when there's an electric influx or something. Hey now lets not go into phonology shall we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the music stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet mother of God what have you done?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the usual mother's defence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what. I just clean only then like that already. Spoil already meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried securing the wires to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stood there motionlessly for a full 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it wasn't bad enough, my mother continued to throw rocks at me, metaphorically of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah so lousy one meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So no music for me. You tell me what's happening man. At this rate the house is going to collapse within the next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loss of music does have some impact on me. I was thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you could only listen to one song before you become deaf for the rest of your life, what would it be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of some mega remix so that I could listen to lots of songs but that's just cheating isn't it? Hmm if it's just one last song, I'll choose... eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namie Amuro's Want Me Want Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right ladies and gentlemen, I've chosen a japanese song that's about dirty sex and which probably half of you hate (the song, not sex). I remembered playing the mtv in the middle of night during one of those mahjong sessions and Danny told me to turn it off because it was causing him a headache. Hey in defence it IS a nice song when you're in the mood, but then again, some people never do get into that mood until really drunk. Thing is, the bloody song is only 3:10 minutes long. Hmm... oh well maybe I'll change my decision over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Namie Amuro, her new single will be out in May! Wheeee =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/76/CANT_SLEEP%2C_CANT_EAT%2C_IM_SICK1.jpg" alt="CDS Cover"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD Single Cover - She's a pretty lass isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the single is Can't Eat, Can't Sleep, I'm Sick / 人魚 and is her 30th single. Now you know why my msn nick was changed to Can't Eat, Can't Sleep, I'm Sick. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you could only listen to one song before you become deaf for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now be truthful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114628749109824928?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114628749109824928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114628749109824928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114628749109824928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114628749109824928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/04/mortified.html' title='Mortified.'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114614251582291442</id><published>2006-04-27T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:55:15.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer Up La!</title><content type='html'>Was reading the last 5 friends' entries and what I saw was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juzabox: "it's left me upset, tired and disillusioned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singletboi: "The Regret"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jemtoh: "The official start of my return to a civilised life. (Opps)... I'm feeling pretty mixed about ORDing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isijeh: "you are free yet u feel so strangled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pup0_0: "I haven't felt relaxed or genuinely happy for a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job guys! Keep the pessimism up!&lt;br /&gt;I holiday mood read already after reading feel like taking a gun and shoot all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about shooting I also wanna shoot Steph for saying Vonzell's Soloman's rendition of I Have Nothing was "Ok la".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really like Katherine Mcphee's rendition on Idol but she had one of the two with the highest votes tonight which is a good thing cause I do like her. Kelly Pickler was the one who went home... okay lah she's one funny chick. One and only time in AI history have I see someone who kept talking until the credits rolled out and cut her off without her last song on national tv. Her last words were "Here comes the cut... CUT!" and the show ended. Man, Fox: let the girl sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the *unofficial* start of my holidays! (Screw the Human Factors paper on 5th May)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of zest as I usually am, I decided to do some drawing and improve my photoshop skills so I can be some colouring god by the end of the holidays. My my I really am a constructive person, I really am. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I wanna learn Rhino and Mya, so if you guys know any kind hearted souls who want to teach me F.O.C please message me ok thanksss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I decided to scan this randomly drawn anime drawing done by yours truly. Dusted off my trusty Canon scanner bought during my army years and waited for the scanner to do its stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bzzzz* (Sound of scanner scanning, I don't know how else better to spell the sound but why do you care how it sounds anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr27_01.jpg" alt="Scan01"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what the scanner scanned. Wah Her right hand totally chopped off. Nvm the scanner scanned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr27_02.jpg" alt="Scan02"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah worse! Now her left hand also missing! Nvm scan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr27_03.jpg" alt="Scan03"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now no left arm! My scanner rocks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I realized... my scanner was scanning non-stop la! I didn't even press scan any of the times other than the first time la. So in came scans number 04, 05, 06, 07 until I pulled out the adaptor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right ladies and gentlemen, I'm still in the touch-and-break strike! Ding ding ding! Phuckew laugh what laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the 'scan' button got stuck in the groove thats why the scanner kept zapping limbless anime chicks. Anyway I played around with the settings and finally got a full scan of my drawing. Here it is in her full sketch glory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr27_04.jpg" alt="Final Scan"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn in H pencil for easy erasing and ink-over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in a few weeks watch me work my magic and turn her into an angel. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"My toes are laughing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114614251582291442?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114614251582291442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114614251582291442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114614251582291442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114614251582291442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/04/cheer-up-la_27.html' title='Cheer Up La!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114605109745765835</id><published>2006-04-26T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:34:18.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!</title><content type='html'>It was 1am and I was struggling to complete the past three years’ paper for my design history module. Have you ever had the feeling that your brain is so saturated with information that it’s dissipating all that you have remembered earlier on? Well that was what I was going through la. So as I stared at the past year paper with helplessness, I decided to go to sleep and wake up a tad later to go through them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note of precaution: Does not apply to everyone, kids please don’t try this at home because you might oversleep and screw your examination totally.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I woke up at 6am to answer a few questions in hope that lazy Christian will set them again. When I came across this question from the 2002/03 paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“What is ‘Taylorism’, and what is its application in the industry?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I didn’t remember seeing ‘Taylorism’ in the Design history book I read at all, but I did remember Christian going through the topic before in lectures. (No it has absolutely nothing to do with the Taylor profession, so don’t frown at me.) I went to open the lecture slides and went through the slides to find the part about Taylorism. This was what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr26_01.jpg" border="0" alt="Taylorism" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so that’s Charlie Chaplin on a huge gear and a seemingly woman in trance doing some hocus pocus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the next slide and then it changed topic to Locomotion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the hell is Taylorism?!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being very disturbed with the lack of elaboration on Taylorism from Christian’s slides, I did a search on wikipedia 630am in the morning. Turns out Taylorism is something about the optimization of manpower back in industries. If you’ve figured out by now, Taylorism had absolutely nothing to do with Charlie Chaplin sitting on a gigantic gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmdpcb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the Taylorism question I did this stretch as any tired human being would. And…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr26_02.jpg" border="0" alt="The hall chair." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr26_03.jpg" border="0" alt="Spot the difference!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The missing backrest in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr26_04.jpg" border="0" alt="The backrest." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My backrest broke off la! Rocks man why like that? These days everything I use break sia. My Havaianas use industrial glue stick already still can come out some more it broke while I was walking to the examination hall la. In the end had to walk barefoot to the exam hall zzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side note: Taylorism did come out for the paper. Me &gt; Taylorism. Examination FUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuuuu! (If you watched the Hard Gay variety show you’ll know what it means.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr26_05.jpg" border="0" alt="QotD" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114605109745765835?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114605109745765835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114605109745765835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114605109745765835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114605109745765835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/04/examination-fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='Examination Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114545516375843292</id><published>2006-04-19T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:59:23.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzz</title><content type='html'>Sian la I used industrial glue to stick my strap to the sole... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only lasted one afternoon la tmd. Had to crawl back home with the loose strap all the way so fucking sian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must think of better way to glue it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I reached studio today and it was raining like nobody's business. Walked into studio and the first thing that we saw was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr19_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY COW! (The Macdonald monkeys are so damn cute la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw if you're thinking whose the guy in the big pic is, that's non other than Sanny my studio mate aka mr snyeevee. Sanny was having a haircut at one of the salons when the hairdresser said he looks like our forever brother. I bet he was really stunned but he being the funny guy that he is, (or Dominic since he's the one with the pics) did this memorial of Mr Leslie. Wah lao eh exam time still got time to do this they really win liao. Wait thats not all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr19_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY HAD A MEMORIAL BOARD TOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr19_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even had firestarters to represent some joysticks and some hell money for worshipping if you can see in the middle there. Also included some of our final design prototypes which includes Wen Yan's spice chopper and Edrick's horrific 照妖镜(brr... scary). Some more shots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr19_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really do Leslie, you really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr19_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why soft toys are part of the memorial but... Pokemon rox! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Disclaimer: No offence intended to Leslie lovers, just the studio going crazy with the form analogy and stuff.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114545516375843292?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114545516375843292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114545516375843292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114545516375843292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114545516375843292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/04/zzz.html' title='Zzz'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-114536152233716106</id><published>2006-04-18T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:25:40.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Havaianas, Victimized!</title><content type='html'>Wanted to go swim with SJ at the club today since we didn't on Sunday. So he came over and lazed around since the sky was really cloudy and the sun was no where to be seen. Decided to go to the club anyway to try our luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out, just as I was gonna slip on my trusty gold havaianas, my mom stopped me and said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"XW ah your slippers spoil already, cannot wear." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wut da phuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;&gt; "Huh? How come spoil?" &lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt;&gt; "Orh just now right the contractors came in shoes and wanted to get something from his lorry. So he wore your slippers and when he came back and said the strap came out and spoil liao." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words couldn't describe the horror shown on my face but you can ask SJ for more description. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it wasn't bad enough my Havaianas was spoilt, it was spoilt by a CONTRACTOR stranger. So many slippers lying on the floor he had to choose my precious flip-flops to get his bloody tools. TMD!! Why like that? Why so suay?! I tell you if I ever see that contractor again I'll follow him to his house and burn his whole house down to revenge my Havaianas. These flip-flops have accompanied me for almost a year already (I wear 1 whole year never spoil he wear for 5minutes and made one big hole in my slippers!)... always nice to wear them around school and stuff. Gotta thank Heinz for picking it for me back then cause I would never have picked gold if I were to shop myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr18_01.jpg"  alt="The Victimized Havaianas" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Victimized Havaianas. (Yes they still look really good because they're Havaianas, duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway until I glue the strap back with epoxy glue from studio sometime this week, I'm gonna be walking around with some scandels I kope from my bro heh. Got people want to buy new Havaianas for me? To further justify to the person who will buy the Havaianas for me, I shall post a sketch of what I did in my sketching class in my first semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img  src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Apr18_02.jpg"  alt="Sketch" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah! So nice right? Help me buy new pair leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-114536152233716106?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/114536152233716106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=114536152233716106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114536152233716106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/114536152233716106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-havaianas-victimized.html' title='My Havaianas, Victimized!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-113604310522861739</id><published>2005-12-31T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T02:13:21.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>I was actually blogging at the last hour of 2005. Wanted to list all the things that have changed in my life etc etc. But somehow along the way I thought that was kinda silly and I did wanted to go out and waste my life away. So I went out at 1140pm and hailed the cab to go to town...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out ECP was jammed like nobody's business because of an accident. Never did see what really happened at the accident site because it was so damn dark and I was busy sms-ing everyone happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2006 came and I spent the first 30mins of 2006 stuck in traffic with a few hundred drivers. (Btw: midnight charge nearly made me go crazy on the cab) But I guess its okay, I still saw the fireworks albeit they were somehow blocked by trees. The rest of the night was good except the last drink i had which was ale + johnny walker. Danny said it was good but no one drank except me. I bet that was what caused my nausea all night. And so ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the first 5 lessons I learnt in 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Taxi uncles like to pretend they're watching fireworks and drive slowly to stall time and get more money.&lt;br /&gt;2) Ale + Johnny Walker = Yucks&lt;br /&gt;3) You can't get through the cab hotlines at 5am in the morning on New Years.&lt;br /&gt;4) No matter how further in front you walk to try to get cabs, there are always people in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;5) Playing DotA till 730am means 2 pimples on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't so hard. Now, lets see what were the top 10 things I learnt in 2005 and a bit of recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No one becomes unconscious when they are drunk. People just do that to runaway from reality. Why do I know? Because I drank too much and I still did my English test a few hours later about got a B! Now now don't you say I got better when I'm drunk, thats bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Neil Gaiman is a genius. Wonder why it took so long for me to read this awesome series. Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair and Delight/Delirium reflects so many things about society that stays true even till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Be always prepared for people to fly your kite. Like it or not, shit happens all the time. No point in hoping for perfection all the time especially in people. People say they can't go to an outing because of a last minute hall choir practice, you smile and say its ok... and secretly curse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Design is an expensive and time consuming luxury. Okay that was not what I learnt from the AR1221 module becuase that clearly states its a neccessity so trying to argue would result me in bad grades. But it is true! The amount of $$$ we spend in this Industrial Design course is enough to deplete all my army pay. (Okay lah I finished it before school started but I bet Wanxuan would be nodding to this one.) So a tip to all those poor people who want to be designers: borrow money from loansharks. Or you can flirt with your rich classmates who lives in a penthouse and ask them to be your sugarmommy/daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) When you fall in life, you can always stand back and hope for a second chance. This doesn't apply to me personally but I'm thinking lots of celebrity icons. Think Mariah Carey with her Emancipation of her Mimis.. I bet your pardon. Think Madonna with Confessions. Think Shaun Chen who got back his Mediacorp contract (though its only 1 year). There is one thing that's common in all these 3 examples though, that is to follow the tried and true formula and not do something funny, mainly because trying to be funny usually results in trying to be screwed, badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Never travel with a friend to another country with no one to bring you around and worse, where you don't know the native language. The trip to Hong Kong was all about getting lost and trying to act like we're fellow HongKongers even with the limitation of my Cantonese Vocab. And don't tell me my friend might be useful, all he does is chant the term Har Gao 24/7. Was kinda fun trying to maintain a conversation in Canto when trying to buy stuff, though I failed miserably in the end and Zhengru walks right to me and says with his eyes beaming, "Let's go eat Dim Sum!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I can never be Frodo in LotR. Not because I'm too tall to be a hobbit, but because I misplaced this ring I bought from Hong Kong in less than a month! I bought another ring after the loss and guess what? I lost it again! Middle Earth would be so gone if I were the ring bearer. Somehow its my subconscious way of telling me I'm not in for commitment, which is fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Any show watched with Daryll and Samson becomes a comedy. Trust me they laugh at anything. Though I do agree the shows we watched were high in comic relief value. There was a huge lie involved in the Tom Yam Ghoon outing but I'm just stating it to remind myself in the years to come. Which brings me to the 9th point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Stay away from hotspots during the holidays. Sentosa was full of foreign workers on Hari Raya which I have no idea why. The beach was practically tainted and it was scary. We were queueing up for the shuttle bus and this Banglah in front of us actually took a household electric fan! Wtf man since when did they had power points at the beach? Orchard Road had foreign workers spraying foam at poor girls on New Year. What is Singapore coming to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) To be less gullible. Just a point I tell myself over and over again though people think I'm the scheming one all the time hahaha. Where got? I so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah thats it for 2005. Maybe I have more to write but I wanna watch tv already. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-113604310522861739?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/113604310522861739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=113604310522861739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/113604310522861739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/113604310522861739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-113576862021648785</id><published>2005-12-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:17:00.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Humps</title><content type='html'>Driving sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-113576862021648785?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/113576862021648785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=113576862021648785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/113576862021648785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/113576862021648785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-humps.html' title='My Humps'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112843641437361576</id><published>2005-10-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T22:33:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random MSN insert</title><content type='html'>XW【Jiggy】Dance with me says:&lt;br /&gt; you know this theory&lt;br /&gt;XW【Jiggy】Dance with me says:&lt;br /&gt; the more you cared for something the worst it gets&lt;br /&gt;XW【Jiggy】Dance with me says:&lt;br /&gt; and sometimes you act like you dont care in hope it gets better&lt;br /&gt;XW【Jiggy】Dance with me says:&lt;br /&gt; though that doesnt really work for homework&lt;br /&gt;[B-loody 'ell!]munyin: button me upside down inside out! says:&lt;br /&gt; so my grp's gonna do real well for this assgn la.. since i dont bloody care abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112843641437361576?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112843641437361576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112843641437361576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112843641437361576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112843641437361576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-msn-insert.html' title='Random MSN insert'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112517434208718752</id><published>2005-08-28T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T04:25:42.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty First</title><content type='html'>Yup I'm blogging again because I'm waiting for my hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm old already! Though blardy aunties keep saying I look older than I am (ack screw them), now when they say I look matured... I'll still kill them anyway! Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet today is gonna be so screwed up because the BBQ is so last minute. I shouldn't have listened to SJ and made up some BBQ crap... now waste my sms and also my time. =.=; Maybe I should cancel so I can have all the satay to myself... hmm! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112517434208718752?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112517434208718752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112517434208718752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112517434208718752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112517434208718752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/08/twenty-first.html' title='Twenty First'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112421114031992018</id><published>2005-08-17T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:52:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Washington Post article... the title of the article was "Best Comeback Line Ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary, the police arrested Patrick Lawrence, a 22-year-old white male, resident of Dracula, GA, in a pumpkin patch at 11:38 p.m. on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence will be charged with lewd and lascivious behavior, public indecency and public intoxication at the Gwinnett County courthouse on Monday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspect explained that as he was passing a pumpkin patch he decided to stop. "You know, a pumpkin is soft and squishy inside and there was no one around here for miles. At least I thought there wasn't," he stated in a phone interview.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lawrence went on to say that he pulled over to the side of the road, picked out a pumpkin that he felt was appropriate to his purposes, cut a hole in it and proceeded to satisfy his alleged "need."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess I was just really into it, you know?" he commented with evident embarrassment. In the process, Lawrence apparently failed to notice a Gwinnett County police car approaching and was unaware of his audience until officer Brenda Taylor approached him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was an unusual situation, that's for sure," said officer Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I walked up to (Lawrence) and he's...just working away at this pumpkin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor went on to describe what happened when she approached Lawrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just went up and said, 'Excuse me sir, but do you realize that you are screwing a pumpkin?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He froze and was clearly very surprised that I was there and then looked me straight in the face and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pumpkin?  Damn...is it midnight already?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112421114031992018?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112421114031992018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112421114031992018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112421114031992018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112421114031992018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/08/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112367663437057682</id><published>2005-08-10T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T11:56:01.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About NDP and School</title><content type='html'>National Day had to end. School had to start. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway a bit about NDP (National Day Parade). Was watching the last 30min of the parade because that's when they light the fireworks and sing the medley of old-time patriotic songs. (Which I like "Home" the best) Mediacorp was jumping between the places of celebration and here was what I saw on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padang: Ministers look very tired but try to seem they're really enjoying the show. Some try to sing along to the medley but of course they're lip syncing. The medley got so badly remixed I bet none of the audience knew how to catch up to the songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong East: 2 Ministers fixing their beloved birthday wishes to Singapore. Audience looks horribly unentertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yishun: Ministers watching fire twirling stunts performed by a male and female. Female looks like a butch and male has no muscles and showing his tummy to the audience. Lucky no one fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina South: They hardly showed what was happening there so I can't say much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines: Now this one is interesting. My god, when they switched over to the tampines side. The 3 ministers in front were really enthusiastic and grinning from ear to ear. Now I was wondering why were they so excited. I know you're a minister and its National Day, but PM Goh didnt even looked so excited loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they switched over to the performance on stage at Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Xie showing her belly button and doing some Indian dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO WONDER LAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today first lecture with my fellow ID classmatessss. I don't know any single of them. But I'm sure I'll get along fine because I'm so friendly hahahaha! The lecturer was spending half the time talking about his wonderful wind vane design for sail boats. If you're into sailing you'll prolly know whats the Kingfisher 220. Turns out even though the design won a lot of awards, it didn't sell well because the world is full of cheapos. Sigh, I want to have 1 super good idea and earn lots of money through it and slack for the rest of my life loh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's not gonna happen because I'm always so fucking unlucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112367663437057682?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112367663437057682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112367663437057682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112367663437057682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112367663437057682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/08/about-ndp-and-school.html' title='About NDP and School'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112353408002172658</id><published>2005-08-09T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T04:48:00.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>University term has officially started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I'm too sleepy to talk bout sch. Its 4:30AM and I'm waiting for my hair to dry again. Maybe I should rename this blog to "Just waiting for my hair to dry...". Anyway heard this song at the club and no one knows the name. Sigh, can't even find the song name through the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok my hair is dry so I'm outta here. Btw go listen to Namie Amuro's new album: Its good if you like heavy rhythm music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112353408002172658?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112353408002172658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112353408002172658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112353408002172658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112353408002172658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112339893565625499</id><published>2005-08-07T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T15:15:35.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Roots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://landing.msn.ancestry.com/article/meaningofnames.aspx?GT1=6779&amp;o_xid=14368&amp;amp;o_lid=14368&amp;sourcecode=14368"&gt;Check out the origin of your family name!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better to do on a Sunday afternoon seriously heh... and Toby is a flirt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112339893565625499?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112339893565625499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112339893565625499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112339893565625499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112339893565625499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/08/family-roots.html' title='Family Roots'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112267152682270194</id><published>2005-07-30T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T22:45:01.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Big Mouth</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging because its 5AM in the morning and I'm waiting for my hair to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been updating my blog for gazillion years so I doubt anyone will be reading anyway heh. School's starting and all the shit is coming along with it. Hostel accommodation hasn't been the best in treatment. But I guess I'll learn to deal with it sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to learn to talk with more thought though these days. I just recalled I dropped my loan application for my laptop because this guy explaining was so monotonous. He was so bad I had to stop him and rethink about not getting a loan. I did recall saying something like "I'm not gonna get a loan anymore, the guy explaining is FUCKING IRRITATING." to my friend in front of the person. Faux pas you might say, I shan't counter that because I do think I was rude when I said that. I guess SJ and Keith were appalled with me when I said that out. Fine. I shall be less frank, or at least try not to hurt others' feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I really can't stop my mouth from spitting toxic out onto these people. Especially when people ask stupid questions. This guy asked a redundant question in the lecture theatre the other day. Horrible I tell you. The whole 45mins we were in the LT listening to the lecturer talk about how to use this particular website and in the end the guy had the cheek to ask what's the website address. FOR GOODNESS SAKE, ASK YOUR FRIEND! Even if you really want to embarrass yourself, people don't want to see it ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Enough of talking bad about stupid people because I admit I'm not that bright either. Hey, at least I don't go around announcing to the whole world I'm shallow ya? Opps, I just did. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112267152682270194?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112267152682270194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112267152682270194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112267152682270194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112267152682270194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/07/me-and-my-big-mouth.html' title='Me and My Big Mouth'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112195586271994869</id><published>2005-07-21T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:24:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Note</title><content type='html'>Note to self: XW you should stop being so childish. You're more childish than a 19yo -_-............. Why like that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112195586271994869?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112195586271994869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112195586271994869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112195586271994869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112195586271994869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/07/self-note.html' title='Self Note'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-112168803650447858</id><published>2005-07-18T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:00:36.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH</title><content type='html'>Bloody oven tried to kill me this morning while I was trying to make toast. Cooked my skin. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be waiting for me to update my HongKong entry... but... I'M TOO LAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-112168803650447858?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/112168803650447858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=112168803650447858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112168803650447858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/112168803650447858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/07/argh.html' title='ARGH'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111934133971488832</id><published>2005-06-21T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T16:09:02.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defence of the Ancients</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to curse a certain group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: All leavers in DOTA games just because you died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding: May you burn in hell for being so childish and immature. Fucking leave after dying twice or more in the game. You're wasting everyone's time for being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know my lil cousin belongs to this grp so I shall remove the curse off him)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111934133971488832?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111934133971488832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111934133971488832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111934133971488832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111934133971488832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/06/defence-of-ancients.html' title='Defence of the Ancients'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111823060071405465</id><published>2005-06-08T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:36:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR!!</title><content type='html'>Good mood for a change haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick today. My immunity prolly dropped after dancing the whole night at the club saturday night without much recuperation on Sunday. (Yes I did go out in the end so I deleted the previous post. P.s: Sorry Kel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaayyy so where was I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup I'm in a fantastic mood wahahaha. Why? Dunno. Since when did sick people had to be unhappy? Maybe the temperature burnt my brain. I don't know. But hey you can't do anything about you can you? Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But someone made me frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid auntie at work. She saw the particulars of the next temp guy taking over me since I'm quitting soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie1: Hey I saw the particulars of the new guy already!&lt;br /&gt;Auntie2: Oh? What's he like?&lt;br /&gt;Auntie1: Very young you know.. he's 22.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie2: Young good what! Hehehehe. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;Auntie1: But too young already lah. Luke's age better mah, later got generation gap.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm in a shocked state by now*&lt;br /&gt;Auntie1: Luke is 25 right? Not too young mah, better.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh... I'm 20.&lt;br /&gt;Auntie1 and Auntie2 pretend that nothing happened and went back to their miserable work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!!!!!! I'M 20 ONLY LOH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SUPPOSED TO GET TURNED AWAY BY THE TICKETING AUNTIE WHEN I ASK FOR AN R(A) MOVIE TICKET LOH!!!! OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in a good mood. I really am. *roll eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111823060071405465?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111823060071405465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111823060071405465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111823060071405465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111823060071405465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/06/rawr.html' title='RAWR!!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111772454963420653</id><published>2005-06-02T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:02:29.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>或许，可能，应该。。。</title><content type='html'>放弃？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许早就该放弃了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天染了头发。不是很明显，不过我倒是觉得满好看的。不过回到家被老妈臭骂一顿。原本开心的事竟然人变得不快乐，好烦躁。现在不知是该是喜是悲。还是开心好了，反正没有掉头发就好哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;买了江美琪的新专辑。其实也没慎重思考便买下来了。我想整天下在她的歌，也是时候支持她了吧。不过专辑的风格也太感伤了，听了竟把原来不错的心情听到很糟糕。想找个人聊天，竟然没人理我。。。 顺手推荐一下江美琪专辑好了-是蛮好听的，虽然我知道读这则记录的人是不会买的（都是一群海盗！）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天心情应该是不错的。怎么沦落到这种地步？算了，睡个觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许明天会更好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能明天会更好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天。。。应该会更好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚安。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111772454963420653?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111772454963420653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111772454963420653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111772454963420653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111772454963420653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_02.html' title='或许，可能，应该。。。'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111703311864812980</id><published>2005-05-25T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:08:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Shrugs*</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog something but I forgot... oh! Remembered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt of this sec 1 &amp; 2 classmate yesterday. She was really happy and stuff. Can't really recall much from the dream. But it did dawn on me something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't thought of her existance for a damn long while. You know how weird it is dreaming of her suddenly? Its like all of a sudden you're getting back memories. Kinda like your brain telling you, "Hey, I was going through some memory and I found this girl you left in storage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brought me to another point when I woke up and recalled the dream: I do not have any means of getting her contacts. Maybe I was too lazy to find, but I highly doubt I'll ever get to see her in the near future unless fate brings us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about catching up with ex-school mateys, gonna have this batch reunion for my primary school coming up early next month. But I have braces on! SHIT!!! Nevermind I shall smile with my mouth closed and nod at any questions they ask... lol. Should they start asking more answer-required questions, I shall feign that I suddenly see another very old school mate and walk/run off. I do hope it works!! Well maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted a longer entry, but this blog is so fugly and I'm so lazy to edit it. Can't even be bothered to change the song... Someone slap me out of it already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... LIVERPOOL OR AC MILAN?!??!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111703311864812980?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111703311864812980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111703311864812980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111703311864812980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111703311864812980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/shrugs.html' title='*Shrugs*'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111676522760497986</id><published>2005-05-22T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T20:33:47.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Season of Death</title><content type='html'>Have been going around these days and noticed something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of mourning sessions happening around all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like death has its season too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to one just this week. Was one for my cousin who fell and died. He was diabetic for years but refused to get it treated. I guess it was a way of release for him too. Anyway he's 50 years old if you're thinking my cousin = young. Well not true. Lots of confusing relations in my paternal family tree. I have a nephew thats my age... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Whoever is reading this blog. Take care of yourself ya? Don't let death come visit so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why should you be afraid of Death? She loves you, afterall."&lt;/em&gt; - Neil Gaiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the season of death. Well I guess its kinda like a metaphor describing my overall mood for the past few months. Nothing exciting has been happening, and somehow I just feel a lack of drive in anything anymore. Not that I am an enthusiatic person or something, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't in such a bad state ever in my life before. Maybe I should blame in on something. Maybe on somebody. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is I've been in a rut long enough and its time to leave all this pessimism where it should be: behind. I guess I should thank someone for inspiring me to get over these silly ideas. And the person is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF! MUAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a self-centered bitch. I don't care. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope this season of death ends soon. For everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111676522760497986?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111676522760497986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111676522760497986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111676522760497986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111676522760497986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/season-of-death.html' title='Season of Death'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111660504745102449</id><published>2005-05-20T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:04:07.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words I Hate</title><content type='html'>Things I hate to see on msn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "icic" - not constructive at all. If you're going to say that, slap yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "i'm busy" - then close msn and fuck off. (applies to away too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "i'm tired" - refer to point 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A standard conversation I hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person&gt; Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; How's everything?&lt;br /&gt;Person&gt; I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Me too... work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Person&gt; icic.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Packed weekend ahead?&lt;br /&gt;Person&gt; Yea... kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Hmm well at least there's something to occupy you. Unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;Person&gt; icic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111660504745102449?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111660504745102449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111660504745102449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111660504745102449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111660504745102449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/words-i-hate.html' title='Words I Hate'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111607970424132457</id><published>2005-05-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:08:24.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XW laments</title><content type='html'>Molar teeth getting better today, so at least I can grind on some of the food and not make a really awful face when I do chewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take half day off work yesterday because I couldn't imagine myself eating the food sold at the canteen. So I approached my boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; "Cat I need to take half day off today."&lt;br /&gt;Boss&gt; "Oh again? How come?"&lt;br /&gt;*shows teeth*&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; "I got braces yesterday and I can't eat the canteen stuff."&lt;br /&gt;Boss&gt; "Oh okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss&gt; "Is that the hip thing youngsters do these days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY WORKPLACE?!?!!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow or something, mahjong session starting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111607970424132457?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111607970424132457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111607970424132457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111607970424132457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111607970424132457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/xw-laments.html' title='XW laments'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111597930537543061</id><published>2005-05-13T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T18:15:05.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to Myself</title><content type='html'>Dear XW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you don't be stupid and try eating biscuits on day 2 after you got braces? Your teeth is not made of steel you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;XW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111597930537543061?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111597930537543061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111597930537543061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111597930537543061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111597930537543061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/letter-to-myself.html' title='A Letter to Myself'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111590736144330224</id><published>2005-05-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:16:01.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions again</title><content type='html'>Braces... bad choice! I have never had such a hard time having dinner. I can't even imagine how am I going to have lunch at work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss KFC. When can I eat KFC again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111590736144330224?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111590736144330224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111590736144330224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111590736144330224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111590736144330224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/decisions-decisions-again.html' title='Decisions, decisions again'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111587826742897446</id><published>2005-05-12T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T14:11:07.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions.</title><content type='html'>I don't really know if I made a wrong choice by getting these braces up. Well I know after these 2 years I'll get a nice set of teeth for life. But I'm not really sure this timing if correct... freshmen year is starting and I got braces?! That's like a good way to kiss goodbye to life... well at least I still have my mahjong buddies... right? Kinda regreting I didn't get em when I was back in army... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111587826742897446?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111587826742897446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111587826742897446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111587826742897446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111587826742897446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions.'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111582476283308152</id><published>2005-05-11T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:20:20.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging because John is asking why I'm not blogging when he is. Man what kind of reason is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its sch holidays for my uni friends! Awesome! Now we can go have fun finally! But... everyone is busy and booked for weeks. I wonder how do I slot myself in. Lets see what I have been up to lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly I'm working with retards at work. And oh I found out theres someone else in her 20s walking around the building. She's a temp clerk at the uh.. some weird department. She was attached to my dept for 2 days because her boss fucked her up with some last minute work. Vietnam customer demanded us to give them 3 copies of all the documentation. But guess what? We only had 1! Yes! 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking its just documentation, how bad can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats where you're wrong. 2500 pieces of documents. ALL with different sizes. Thats not all... the photocopying machine broke down, the deadline for the submission was in 2 days. She had to do overtime work for the past 2 days just to finish up everything. Poor girl, she must have been evil her previous life or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the Vietnamese customer was way too demanding. He wanted all the documentation and when it was done, he wanted us to take out the index and make a copy! And then he wanted all the cards to be stamped... 1000 of them! The in-charge for this airline tried pushing the stamping to me. I was so pissed cause I did help him stamp for like 10 files on the very day already. He was such a lazy bastard and kept complaining he cant do all the job on time. I didnt mind helping him earlier, but after 10 files, I almost snapped. And then when the Vietnamese customer asked for stamps he started calling my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luke can you help me stamp these? These files don't have stamps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignored him and typed my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Luke can you help stamp?" (shoves files in my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;YOU WANT ME TO STAMP THESE?!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freaking mad. First of all, these documentation that were supposed to be stamped wasn't part of our dept's responsibility. Secondly, that stupid temp clerk shouldve stamped the documents before photocopying because then you dont have to stamp BOTH sets of documents. My god! CAN YOU HAVE SOME BRAINS?! Didn't people learn about efficiency in school? Are people really that freaking stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at Chiew (the in-charge) and walked off. Anyway he stopped disturbing me for the rest of the day and the other staff helped with the stamping. That Chiew is a lazy bastard. All he does is complains and complains and how he can never finish his work on time. IF YOU CANT FINISH YOUR WORK YOU DONT FREAKING SLEEP AT WORK DURING LUNCH HOURS! I'm secretly hoping my boss fires me or something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I know its a very haphazard entry. I'm not in the right mood to blog properly because I'm pissed to the max from work. And no I didnt do any spell check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway had a dinner with my ex-classmates to celebrate HX's birthday. I'll post the photos later when I'm in a better mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111582476283308152?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111582476283308152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111582476283308152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111582476283308152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111582476283308152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111548186358296682</id><published>2005-05-07T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T00:07:23.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Shit Is Bananas...</title><content type='html'>If you know Gwen Stefani's Hollerback Girl. Here's an interesting link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ocweekly.com/ink/05/35/music-stacy.php"&gt;‘This Shit Is Bananas’ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried reading this article. Good stuff. I really wonder how did anyone even come up with this kind of lyrics. Still a nice song to sing along to though! Gwen Stefani rockssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111548186358296682?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111548186358296682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111548186358296682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111548186358296682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111548186358296682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-shit-is-bananas.html' title='This Shit Is Bananas...'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111544745316267646</id><published>2005-05-07T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T14:30:53.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha</title><content type='html'>Just had to show this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Blog05.jpg" alt="I ROCK!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a bully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111544745316267646?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111544745316267646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111544745316267646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111544745316267646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111544745316267646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/haha.html' title='Haha'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111539628560262207</id><published>2005-05-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:18:05.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>I hit a new low on the previous post. But I'm alright now... I guess hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed the 7:25AM bus for work today... ended up taking the 7:45AM bus to work. Guess what? Work starts at 7:45AM! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? My boss actually drove past me and saw me at the bus stop. Did she stopped and offer a ride? Nope! I can still remember her face when I walked into the office today at 7:55AM. I swore if I wasn't a nice person I would have walked right up and tight slapped her and made sure her eyeballs flew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's actually a nice person. Despite me being late, she told me I could write down I started work at 7:45AM on my timesheet. So yea, she's not a bad person like I said in my previous posts. Next time I can be late and bua long long walk in wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I saw Jolin Tsai's MTV! OMG SO NICE! Too bad the quality sucks... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dental appointment on thursday... and I found out something interesting! But I'll tell you guys another time. Now I know I AM special! I always knew... yup yup! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else... oh was supposed to go HX's birthday party but the turnout for the class was bad... so we decided to have dinner another day... see how lah. Haha! Happy Birthday HX!! I wonder if I had a party will the 4J class turnout be bad.... *shudders*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired... I ran around town and back home today for a night for nothing. Sigh. But I bought Sandman though... though the cashier still thinks i'm TAI SJ! LOL OMG I DONT LOOK SO UGLY LOH YUCKS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's my mahjong crew on sunday... YK got 十三要! Impossible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Blog03.jpg" alt="YK, Kelvin and PL."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a few shots with me inside. But my stupid cousin don't know how to take photos properly... the photos all ended up BLUR! I tell you... that idiot is beyond hope. -.-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111539628560262207?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111539628560262207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111539628560262207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111539628560262207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111539628560262207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111529597141809557</id><published>2005-05-05T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T20:26:11.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh huh.. and the crap goes on...</title><content type='html'>LIFE IS DEFINITELY NOT GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends ask me when you see me. The others... just feel sorry for me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111529597141809557?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111529597141809557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111529597141809557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111529597141809557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111529597141809557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/uh-huh-and-crap-goes-on.html' title='Uh huh.. and the crap goes on...'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111494504215609578</id><published>2005-05-01T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:02:10.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash</title><content type='html'>Life is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep feeling something's missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't believe in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh had a mahjong session on friday night. Surprisingly I didn't lose. Guess SJ wasn't the reason why I kept losing. Either that or I'm really really lucky that night heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at this ATM machine at one of the MRT stations queueing up to draw some money for driving fees. This woman in front of me had bags of branded stuff strapped on both of her forearms and she was trying to draw some money. I peeped onto the screen... says that she has a ledger balance of $2k plus... but a available balance of $20 plus! She tried to draw out the $20 dollars left of her account... and of course the ATM refuses to dispense predictably. And then she took 2 steps and started sobbing. OMG... I don't even know what to say... 早知今日何必当初？ (You knew this day would come, why did you still continue with the foolish act?) But I look at my account I also sian diao haha... drums and driving is leeching my account off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my driving instructor pissed me off yesterday. I think I did a pretty good job driving yesterday though, but I did do a slight jerk while driving to scare this silly bird on the road so I don't do my first roadkill. Apparantly being benevolent isn't permitted in driving. I knew I wasn't going to endanger anyone, in my opinion it wasn't even a JERK that I did. But I did get scolded, and I'm damn pissed over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obviously in a bad mood as you can feel by now and I'm entitled to keep ranting because I'm god here muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to get a nice rhythm on the hi-hat at drums lesson. I don't know why... and Henson my instructor-cum-showoff-bastard kept complaining about it. I'm sorry loh, if you keep teaching like 2mins and then go for 10mins of break how would I know if I'm doing the right thing? The fucking lesson is only 30mins and you can disappear for 25mins! Why am I even paying money for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go on some self discovery journey to find a push in my life right now. So restless, and feeling that my life is in a stale rut right now. Motivation left me, and now I have to go find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway just to cheer me up. Gimme a five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Blog02.jpg" alt="Gimme a five."&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not my hand! Haha... that's Manson's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111494504215609578?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111494504215609578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111494504215609578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111494504215609578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111494504215609578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/05/trash.html' title='Trash'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111465546070348551</id><published>2005-04-28T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:05:46.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Insert</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 5am in the morning with too much gas trapped in my stomach. Was hellish man. I crawled out of bed to find some tummy rub which didnt really help at all. After 1 hour of struggling in bed I decided to call my house phone on my cell to get my mom to come save me. Guess what? My door was locked! Haha.. and I refused to unlock it in my condition... After finally dragging myself to the door to open it i swear my mom almost slapped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally rained after a long long while. When I heard the rain in my sleep I smiled. Always nice to cuddle up in bed while its raining outside. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been shitty. Repetive and shitty. Yesterday I was doing my filing halfway and I was so sleepy. Guess what? I actually fell asleep when my boss walked past! Haha... My head just dropped and the file on my hand fell onto the ground. She got a shock. My colleagues had a shock. I had a shock. Anyway I walked myself into the washroom and had a 20 min power nap after that. XD Come to think of it there was another guy in the next cubicle who was inside it longer than me... wonder what he was up to... POWER NAPPERS! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway someone lost my Desperate Housewives dvd... I spent at least 20 hours burning it out on dvd player-playable format... If I wasn't a nice guy I would have burnt the person's house down liao. You owe me big time. Big time. My sis' gonna be furious too because she hasnt caught a few episodes. Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111465546070348551?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111465546070348551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111465546070348551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111465546070348551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111465546070348551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/random-insert.html' title='Random Insert'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111423861805135609</id><published>2005-04-23T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:43:38.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Lessons</title><content type='html'>Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corporate Lesson 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. After a few seconds of arguing over which one should go and answer the doorbell, the wife gives up, quickly wraps herself up in a towel and runs downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel that you have on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. After a few seconds, Bob hands her 800 dollars and leaves. Confused, but excited about her good fortune, the woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she gets back to the bathroom, her husband asks from the shower, "Who was that?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great!" the husband says, "Did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk in time with your stakeholders, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corporate Lesson 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest was driving along and saw a nun on the side of the road, he stopped and offered her a lift, which she accepted. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to open and reveal a lovely leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The priest had a look and nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg. The nun looked at him and immediately said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" The priest was flustered and apologized profusely. He forced himself to remove his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing gear, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?" Once again the priest apologized,"Sorry sister, but the flesh is weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the convent, the nun got out gave him a meaningful glance and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to retrieve a bible and looked up Psalm 129.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Always be well informed in your job, or you might miss a great opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corporate Lesson 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sales rep, an administration clerk and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out in a puff of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Genie says, "I usually only grant three wishes, so I'll give each of you just one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world." Poof! She's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In astonishment, "Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of pina coladas and the love of my life." Poof! He's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager says, "I want those two back in the office after lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corporate Lesson 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crow answered, "Sure, why not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corporate Lesson 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corporate Lesson 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111423861805135609?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111423861805135609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111423861805135609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111423861805135609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111423861805135609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/corporate-lessons.html' title='Corporate Lessons'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111421773689500806</id><published>2005-04-23T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:30:01.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for Soup</title><content type='html'>I know this has been a very important issue for many many years. Funny thing is the problem has never been rectified all the years. People from all walks of life frown at such situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOILET BOWLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness. Guys please lah, got urinal use urinal ok? If there really isn't any vacant urinals or your pants are very very hard to undo... do remember to flip the toilet bowl loop thingy up before you pee ok? Buay tahan... everytime need to shit see all the stains on the loop thing I wanna kill myself. Please, nobody wants to sit on others' pee/shit stains! (Unless you have a distasteful fetish of such, in which I shall say is sickening and gross.) Be considerate okay? By the way is the loop thing called the toilet seat? Haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111421773689500806?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111421773689500806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111421773689500806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111421773689500806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111421773689500806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/bowling-for-soup.html' title='Bowling for Soup'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111409154539825655</id><published>2005-04-21T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:55:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senseless Rambling</title><content type='html'>Was at work today. Work sucks as usual... all the aeroplane inspection and task cards to settle. Its endless.... sigh. Its my third day at work and theres simply too much office politics for me to handle already. I shall wash my hands off these gossips! Anyway I was so sick of the paperwork at work I started thinking of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't it be nice if we could tell a person's age by his/her looks? I've even thought of something for Indians... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start off with your skin colour as white... as you age you get darker and darker.&lt;br /&gt;So by the time you're like say 100 years old... you're black in colour! Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was lame... blame my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to office politics. To sum things up... women hate each other but pretend to be nice to each other. Men fight all the time but are actually buddies. Race is always a good topic for personal attacks and backstabbings. Hmm what else... minding your own business will also render you under gossips too. Actually I think my boss quite okay, don't really know why the people in the department hate her so much. But it doesn't matter... I'll be gone soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. Sian. Got internet at work but no MSN! And the web msn is too fugly for me to use... I miss chatting with people haha... but then again no one is on in the day anyway. Sigh. Do data entry and filing do until my spine wanna break already... so poor thing. If only there were some eye-candies to ease my suffering... but nope! Sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about my upper-study. He's a fugly person who dresses up really badly. He hates walking under the sun and insists we walk under the shadow of the hangars when we walk to the canteen. Come to think of it, he kinda looks like this kiddo in my sec 4 class... always a liar and talking big. Sian. Why must I keep meeting people like this? Yawnnnnn... can people stop being so disgusting? Anyway if he ever gets a girlfriend I swear I'll shoot myself. (Nah not worth my life) Tomorrow is his last day as he said he wanted to concentrate on his studies. Haha... like people like him will have *some* future. Did I mention he drags his shoes at every possible time? Sloppy + fugly = roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is friday... but I have no plans for the night. Even people at work are having a nights out at some restaurant. I won't be joining them... generation gap. But it would be nice if.... nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111409154539825655?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111409154539825655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111409154539825655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111409154539825655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111409154539825655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/senseless-rambling.html' title='Senseless Rambling'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111400800303625899</id><published>2005-04-20T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:04:56.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>累</title><content type='html'>工作地点简直像个迷你老人院。。。天啊！&lt;br /&gt;现在连看“梦想起飞”都还是会憎恨飞机！&lt;br /&gt;不想工作。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111400800303625899?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111400800303625899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111400800303625899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111400800303625899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111400800303625899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='累'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111354115383366570</id><published>2005-04-15T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:29:18.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>Was watching the NKF show on channel 8 last weekend. Cyndi Wang was lip-syncing but who cares? She's there to serve ice-cream to our eyes... haha! Who cares if Jack Neo can stop a fan's metal blades with his tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called the NKF hotline after watching Cyndi dance. That deserved some donation if you ask me. I mean who can be in her 20s and still look so freaking good in school uniform?! Maybe Vivian Hsu, but thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the rest of the night I felt good about myself... haha! I even urged my friends to call the hotline on MSN! 请拨1900-112-6888支持肾脏病人！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass forward a few days to Wednesday. Was at NUS to do my medical checkup so that I'll be fit for university admission. Anyway SJ drove us to NUS. But... we couldn't find a parking lot for very very long. Ended up circling the whole campus like idiots and SJ kept mounting kerb with the new car! I tell you, I don't even know how he exactly passed his driving test on the first attempt with such recklessness. That lucky bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we finally reached the checkup place after what seemed to be eons of looking for a parking lot and paid the fee. Can you imagine what if after paying $25 they say you're not fit to study in the university? If they told me that I'll burn the whole centre down loh. We did the usual measurement station and then proceeded to the urine test station. We did our stuff. (You don't want me to spell it out do you?) So we waited outside the room to wait for our clearance. The nurse stepped out and called a few names including SJ's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? My name was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and looked at SJ. SJ cheekily told me there's something wrong with my urine with a sadistic glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse stepped out again and called my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by "uh... can you come in with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can keep going on with the shitting but I guess I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a gulp and went in. The nurse inside told me there was protein in my mixture and told me to come back the next month for a retest. I didn't really think much of it, except maybe if I had to pay for the fee again the next time I came. Because that would be a scam! Anyway I went home after finishing the checkup and went on MSN. Chatted with a medic friend in NS and a nursing friend and found out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunder lightning thunder lightning thunder lightning + heavy rain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not supposed to have protein in your pee... and if there is. There might possibly be problems with your kidney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thunder lightning thunder lightning thunder lightning + heavy rain + me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANT TO APPEAR ON THE NKF SHOW AS A PATIENT URGING PEOPLE TO CALL THE HOTLINE AND SUPPORT ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started imagining flashes of myself fainting due to kidney at various places. On the lift.. at work.. at home alone... while climbing stairs. The stairs one was scary because I'll fall and tumble down many many flight of stairs like those dramatic scenes on tv. Apparantly the people on MSN weren't helping. ZR started singing the theme song of NKF at me and SJ started telling me I can drink my own pee to build muscles. WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a horrible time for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a horrible thursday thinking what will happen to me with kidney disease. And then friday came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally mustered enough courage to head down to the nearby polyclinic. Its weird to walk to the registration counter to say you need a urine test I tell you. Anyway I went through with the test and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result was negative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No protein!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the consultation doctor told me there can be a lot of other reasons how you get protein in your urine. Here are some of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Early in the morning. Thats why they don't take urine samples off your first urination. I don't really know if this applies only to the guys... haha. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you didn't clean up properly after ejaculation. Uh... ya... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) After vigorous exercises and no I don't mean sex only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I hope it was somewhat informative. Thank goodness it was just a false alarm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna guess what I did to get protein in my urine? Hehe. I'll post the answer on another entry. For now, lets just celebrate health. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111354115383366570?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111354115383366570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111354115383366570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111354115383366570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111354115383366570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111327891152157812</id><published>2005-04-12T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T12:08:31.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollections</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tuesday 12th April 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is finally here - My ORD(Operational Ready Date)!! Haha I didn't think I would have survived to this date, mainly because I'm a strict carnivore and my family would always tell me that I'll starve to death in National Service. See? I'm still alive and kicking... muahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I couldn't sleep the night before this day. Not because I'm too excited or something, but because I had four straight nightmares in a row. I'll go to that another time... I wonder what are they supposed to mean, but man, freaky night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still remember a conversation I had with my bro some day back in December 2002. I was watching The Amazing Race with the leg at Thailand where Flo was bitching to Zach that they'll lose the race blah blah blah. Turns out the twins were too idiotic to find the marker flag after passing the street countless times so in the end they got eliminated. Anyway my bro came into the room and sneered at me telling me its okay and 2 1/2 years will pass so fast I won't even notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you: Its a big fat &lt;strong&gt;LIE&lt;/strong&gt;! Its only fast when you look back at it &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; you've ORDed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really talk much about camp details because I signed some papers that said if I invulged such information I'll be dealt with or something. But its been a bumpy ride. All those tiring long journeys to and fro camp (I take an hour to reach camp), all those hold backs in camp doing sai kang (unofficial admin stuff like stores, cleaning and whatsoever), all those people I have to deal with. Come to think of it, NS was never smooth sailing. Never EVER think that everything will settle for once, because when you do, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered times back in BMT (Basic Military Training), when we're supposed to book out; Everything seemed so cool and everyone was looking forward to it. And then there'll always be something that'll cock up the show. For example, my platoon sergeant will suddenly tell us he's very disappointed with us because someone had creases on his bed (wtf)... or halfway while marching to the fastcraft we don't sing loud enough. My goodness, why do we even have to sing while marching in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of noise, there'll always be times where one of the higher ranking guys will be shouting "I can shout louder than all of you! Are you sure that's the loudest you all can shout?". And everyone will give a cannot-be-bothered "yes sir..." and we'll get pumped. I've seen this scenario like 123936912634916491 times. I mean people just don't learn do they? But to tell the truth, I'm always one of those guys who'll open my mouth very wide while everyone is shouting to look like I'm really shouting. But... I'm just doing the motion. Well at least I put in effort to &lt;em&gt;act&lt;/em&gt; I'm enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was however once when I really lost my voice. It was during the 2003 new year countdown. I guess I went overboard wishing everyone happy new year with a loud bang. So when I went back to camp somehow I ended up in the front row and we had to number off... and I couldn't even shout out my column number... Everyone was laughing their heads off at me. But the sore throat got so bad I was spitting out blood in my phlegm... so bad I had 6 days MC! There is some good in wishing everyone happy new year after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm sickness... another super long MC I've had for a non-injury case was for 2 weeks! I had herpes.... and NO ITS NOT GENITAL HERPES! The chinese call it 'snake' because basically if the thing doesn't get treated soon, the pox/spores/whatever-they're-called will start spreading in a line like a snake. Some said that if it goes a full circle around your body you'll die. Kinda scary. My admin supervisor told me she had that before and it was around her chest area and she was thankful it takes longer to go around her chest so she didn't die. Was she trying to show off she had large breasts? Dunno leh, cannot see. Haha! I guess I just had a slight case of herpes outbreak... was kinda like a holiday for me while I stayed home despite people telling me its damn painful and stuff. Well... it was kinda itchy and scary when you see it growing across your body... but painful? Nyeh. Anyway I ended playing Final Fantasy XI the whole 2 weeks and ended up getting hooked for a year. MMORPGs are all evil. I did lie to people in camp that it was painful just so they felt better because they covered my duties for me... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met interesting/thought-intriging people throughout this journey too. People who think they're the red ranger in Power Ranger, people who are so full of themselves they refuse to admit they're unpopular, people who are so nice they'll believe you that you're his 'best friend', people who can get scolded and not realize it, people who can get so drunk that they can scold the head of the camp right in the face... yeah, NS is a place where you see ugly people with short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a bit lazy so I'll conclude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well can't say I didn't enjoy this experience. Its unforgetable. If you asked me to do it all over again... &lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU! YOU GOTTA BE NUTS TO WANT TO DO IT AGAIN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, it was fun while it lasted. They say NS makes men out of boys. Seriously, I doubt I've matured at all... but I definitely look older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111327891152157812?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111327891152157812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111327891152157812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111327891152157812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111327891152157812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/recollections.html' title='Recollections'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111269756498422073</id><published>2005-04-09T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T07:23:17.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scammed!</title><content type='html'>As some of you guys have known, my connection has been real bad early this year. So out of desperation, I decided to call the ISP customer service. (aka pacnet) FYI: You don't have to wait for the officers to serve you when you call 3AM in the morning because... who calls 3AM in the morning? Me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Good evening how may I serve you sir?&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Yes. I have some problems with my connection, its been going on and off for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;I see, please hold on and I'll do a line check for you.&lt;br /&gt;*waits...*&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;I see you're disconnecting every other 5mins.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Yes can you do something about it? Like send someone down and check?&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt; Sir we cant do that, but I can help you do a line check.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Ok (whatever that is) will that solve the problem?&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;No, but I can check if the connection is alright.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Its NOT alright, I cant even keep a decent conversation with my friends online.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Ok sir I have to call you in two days to tell you what is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Sir there's nothing wrong with your connection.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Gee thanks.&lt;br /&gt;(connection goes off)&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;I just got disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Is that frequent?&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;I think so the modem connection is blinking again.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Ok sir you might have to check your wires, they might be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Well I have 2 wires and I'm only getting frequent disconnections at peak hours like at night.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;How long are the wires sir?&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;One is pretty long, the other is around 10-15m, just enough to reach my pc from the wall socket.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Sir you should use a 1m wire.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;What?!&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;You should use a 1m wire sir.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;I cant reach my PC with a 1m wire.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;But unless you use a 1m wire I cant help you.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;So if I use a 1m wire how am I supposed to reach my pc?&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt; You have to move your pc.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;The socket is along the walkway, I cant shift my pc to the walkway, its ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;But sir you have to use a 1m wire.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Ok (roll eyes) I'll try that.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Thank you for calling the customer service, have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Huh? Wait I'm still not connecting... *beeeeeeeep*&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;-.-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***2 days later***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*receives a call on his cell*&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;hellllllllooooooooooooo (Enthusiastic bastard)&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Good morning, I'm calling from pacnet.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Oh ok... well my disconnections were less after I called you guys two days ago but I'm still getting frequent disconnections at night.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Yes I can see that.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Can you try to minimize the disconnections?&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Yes, we would send someone down tomorrow in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;Oh that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;However if the team finds that you can connect for more than 20minutes we have to charge you.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;Yes. We would have to charge you.&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;No wait, I'm having disconnections at NIGHT, afternoons work fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;pacnet&gt;We cant send someone down at night. We'll see you tomorrow afternoon then. *beeeeeeeeeeep*&lt;br /&gt;me&gt;wtf. This is a scam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways pacnet sent a Singtel guy down to play with the wiring and it works fine now! Singtel rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111269756498422073?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111269756498422073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111269756498422073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111269756498422073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111269756498422073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/scammed.html' title='Scammed!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111260164963239923</id><published>2005-04-04T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T16:00:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Bro!</title><content type='html'>Was eating my breakfast at 6:20AM before heading for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt; Its your bro's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shit.&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;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I forgot again!! But its okay, we don't give presents during our birthdays to each other. Anyway I sent him an enthusiastic sms with the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!". Know why its enthusiastic? Because its in capital letters! Haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well since its his birthday, I'll write something nice about him for once. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My bro's handwriting!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Viola! My bro's handwriting!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/Blog/Blog01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/S: Its a bit blur because I have shaky hands, but you get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know. I know. You must be thinking this is one of the best handwriting you've ever seen right? Its enough to bring even the girls with the best handwriting in my class up the hall of shame. His handwriting is ever so consistant. Btw, just to scare you, this writeup I took a shot of was from one of his test papers! (Didn't ask his permission lah, but I'm sure its okay! ...Right?) You should see &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; handwriting when I'm doing my tests...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday bro! May you wishes come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs good handwriting when you can type out stuff? Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111260164963239923?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111260164963239923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111260164963239923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111260164963239923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111260164963239923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-birthday-bro.html' title='Happy Birthday Bro!'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111244436752393484</id><published>2005-04-02T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T20:21:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fruity Trio</title><content type='html'>Sian lah! Mahjong cancelled because San Que Yi! (Missing 4th leg for the game) I've exhausted my fucking list of friends on my handphone. SJ tried asking a few friends and JY is too busy minding his lack of scholarship invites to care. So yea, I'm officially in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up chatting on msn (again) since I've nothing better to do. I got one of my former classmate's msn contact (when I was asking if he wanted to play mahjong) and he happened to be online so I ended up chatting with him for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he was going to the same university! Finally one classmate in the same university!!!! *sense of achievement*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways talking about university I thought of an interesting incident that happened while I was at the open house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright sunny day. Me and my camp mates met up at the MRT station. They were late as usual. (Note: Being in NS teaches nothing about being on time, in fact, the later the better is the way to go) So we decided to share a cab down to the university since its gonna be real cheap when shared anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stepped out from our cab and then we saw people alighting from a shuttle bus that drives people from the interchange to the open house. DOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit pissed, we decided to bid farewell with the money wrongly spent and walk towards the multi-purpose hall where all the open house exhibition was held. We were stopped by this fruity trio after walking for about a hundred metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1&gt; Hi. Would you guys mind hearing us out for a moment?&lt;br /&gt;Us&gt; Sure.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1&gt; We're here to promote XYZ orientation camp. (The name of the camp has been changed to protect the innocent Cultural Society... opps! I blurted it out! *evil laugh*)&lt;br /&gt;Us&gt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2&gt; You see, this orientation camp is going to be really fun and you can make lots of new friends!&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1&gt; Yes! For example, look at the 3 of us! We met each other during these XYZ camp and now we're best uni friends.&lt;br /&gt;Us&gt; Awwww. *patronizing smile*&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2&gt; You should join such orientation camps because it'll be the time where you can make lots of friends since you'll be very busy with school work once the semester starts.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1&gt; Yes, you see, like the 3 of us here. We didn't get to make any other friends after XYZ orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl 2 and Guy 1 nods in agreement. And yes, Guy 1 isn't talking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Okay.. so that means you have like only 2 other friends in university.&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1&gt; That is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GOODNESS! That was so pathetic! And to think the girls were using that as a positive example! Do they even know how to spell the words "no life"? Anyway they wanted us to write down our particulars so that they can keep us updated on when the camp is gonna be held and stuff. I, obviously, didn't write down my particulars. I don't wanna end up with only 2 friends when I'm in university you know. What if one of them dies? Do I have to marry the one left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I made a mental note to make more friends in university than the fruity trio. P/S: Definitely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; going to join XYZ orientation camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in a bad mood. Probably need a drink or something... or someone to cheer me up... Everyone is so uptight these days. Well not the fruity trio, I bet they're enjoy each other's company right now... Threesome!!! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111244436752393484?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111244436752393484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111244436752393484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111244436752393484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111244436752393484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/fruity-trio.html' title='The Fruity Trio'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111241020800496493</id><published>2005-04-02T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:50:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What are they thinking?</title><content type='html'>Was sitting at the living room eating some rubbish while waiting for breakfast to be ready. Thought I'll read the newspaper and be an informed singaporean for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting next month, three movie cinemas decided to increase the pricing of weekend movie tickets to &lt;strong&gt;9 BUCKS! &lt;/strong&gt;(Weekdays will increase to &lt;strong&gt;7 BUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its only an increase of 50 cents. But you know you can do alot of things with 50 cents?! You can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Buy a packet drink.&lt;br /&gt;2) Buy a packet of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;3) Play 1 arcade game. (Some charge at $1 per game, so don't bet on it)&lt;br /&gt;4) Make a generous donation to the miserable school kids standing around the MRT stations on their flag days.&lt;br /&gt;5) Or you can make FIVE donations if you change them into 10 cents.&lt;br /&gt;6) Or you can make TEN stingy donations if you change them into 5 cents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay its not a lot of stuff, but you get the idea. But why should we pay &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; without getting &lt;em&gt;any benefits&lt;/em&gt; out of it? I don't see foot massages being done while we're watching the show or anything. (I know massages for 50cents extra is a bit too far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'd think its still a fair price to pay if its gonna be a good (and long) show. But other than that, I'm better off reading movie reviews. Besides, JB is just an hour away from Singapore hehe. (Where the movie tickets are cheap and the pirated dvds are new and &lt;em&gt;cheaper&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111241020800496493?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111241020800496493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111241020800496493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111241020800496493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111241020800496493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-are-they-thinking.html' title='What are they thinking?'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111235490969682851</id><published>2005-04-01T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:48:53.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all fools, aren't we?</title><content type='html'>My mom was driving me to camp. Takes around 30 minutes to reach camp from my home by car. You can imagine how fucking long it takes to reach that hellish place if I took the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as my mom drove in into the road that leads to my camp today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Mom, I just remembered I don't need to go camp today.&lt;br /&gt;Mom&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WHAT?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Hehe kidding. Happy April Fools Day!&lt;br /&gt;*receives smack from angry mom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bad joke. Well hey, at least I thought it was better over those silly SMS jokes that does the "I HATE YOU WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BETRAY ME?!!??!! ... hehe Happy April Fools Day!" crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways John told me of a joke you can have with your sex partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kids... stay out of this. If you really want to read this, get your parents to sit with you and explain... But you're just gonna read it alone anyway aren't you? Ha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the MCPs out there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A toast to honour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is to getting on her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is to keeping on her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you can't come in her, come "honour".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the bedroom, its called the "David Copperfield".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you're doing a girl doggie style,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your about to come,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you spit on her back, and she thinks you came, so she turns around, you release and hit her in the face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nifty isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy April Fools Day.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Its a play with phonetics on the toast if you're still confused. 'Honour' and 'on her'. Geddit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111235490969682851?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111235490969682851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111235490969682851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111235490969682851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111235490969682851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/04/were-all-fools-arent-we.html' title='We&apos;re all fools, aren&apos;t we?'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111227641201891764</id><published>2005-03-30T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:59:37.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearance</title><content type='html'>Had mahjong session with SJ, JY and Allan. Was having a good time when JY asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eh XiongWei, when is your clearance ah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert malicious laughter from all 3 mahjong kakis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ta Ma De... &lt;/strong&gt;He had to ask loh. I know lah, I ORD a bit later only mah... you guys get your pink IC liao no need to &lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt; me right? Ji Dan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side Note&lt;/em&gt;: For those who don't know about these army terms, just treat the above 3 people as evil beings. Well... maybe not Allan, he's just playing mahjong. &lt;strong&gt;But he won my money before&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Pass forward a few days after the horrible mahjong session which I lost terribly...*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its finally the start of my clearance!&lt;/strong&gt; Yay! Woot! I was so looking forward to this man... after this can ORD liao. But there was one big problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; guy in my platoon doing clearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian diao. This was supposed to be &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; okay.. but I have to do it &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;. (Actually there are 2 more from other platoon doing clearance, but ya, who cares about them.) So I was in the mess zorbor-ing when I saw Felix (1 of the 2 doing clearance) being a mini god in his KOF game. This guy can 1 character KO 3 characters... mai siao siao. I chatted with him over our dental FFI stuff. (some check on teeth for SAF to have a record of your dental status) And the conversation was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Eh how come we haven't dental FFI ah? Very long le leh.&lt;br /&gt;Felix&gt; Actually our FFI was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; &lt;strong&gt;WHAT?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felix&gt; Ya, yesterday. (Insert idiotic fucker's name I don't wish to mention but I'll call him Fucker01 for reference sake) called the dental centre yesterday and found out that our FFI was actually yesterday. So he went on his own and told me this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; But it wasn't published on the routine order leh... and Fucker01 is a fucker.&lt;br /&gt;Felix&gt; Ya, we looked up our chief clerk and got a letter from her so that we can do it today.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Oh cool, can I take a look?&lt;br /&gt;*receives letter.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the letter and found out my name wasn't included in the list of names that wished to do the dental FFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Hey, my name isn't in the list.&lt;br /&gt;Felix&gt; Oh yea... haha. I forgot you're going to ORD soon too.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Felix, we were from the &lt;em&gt;SAME&lt;/em&gt; BMT platoon, don't talk cock with me.&lt;br /&gt;*Felix pretends to concentrate on his KOF. PLEASE! This man can complete the damn game with his eyes closed.*&lt;br /&gt;Felix&gt; Nevermind one lah, can one lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;Felix&gt; I like slutty girls with big breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay he didn't say that last sentence. But I bet he does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I went along for the dental FFI. And guess what? I couldn't do my FFI because my name wasn't on the fucking list! Bastards. So I went back to my camp to get a letter (which I typed out on my own.. doh) so I could do my FFI. Thing was, when I reached the dental centre. They had an emergency case where this guy cannot eat and drink or something and we had to wait until 1 hour later to get our FFI done. (PS: We saw the dental medical officer sneak out for lunch while the A&amp;amp;E was on loh. What the hell...) We waited for a total of 2 1/2hours before the medical officer finally saw us. And guess what? It took 20seconds for each of us! KNNBCCB!!!!!!!!! Why couldn't we just get it over with in the first place? I know the government is paying us like 70 cents per hour (cheap labour) or something lah... but thats not the way to waste our time what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, not that looking forward to the rest of my clearance anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lesson of the day: Fucker01 is a fucker. Opps, everyone knows that already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111227641201891764?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111227641201891764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111227641201891764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111227641201891764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111227641201891764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/03/clearance.html' title='Clearance'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111226291145044413</id><published>2005-03-27T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:29:09.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takopachi is evil</title><content type='html'>Out of sheer boredom, I decided to postpone my driving lesson today and go gaigai with SJ and JY instead. SJ was late as usual, so JY and I went to grab a bite before SJ met us in town. We couldn't find a table so we decided to walk around to find one of the benches outside the food court. We did find one eventually. After finishing the food JY wanted to eat Takopachi so he asked me to choke his space for him. Thus I sat there and waited for him... and then it happened. A little kid ran to our bench and sat right next to me. I thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its ok lah, just a kid. Later when his mommy come she'll ask him to fuck off from the bench. JY won't kill me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a guy came over and said, "Oh you found a seat! (Whatever her name was) come sit over here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a pregnant woman came over and sat with the kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my utter horror... ANOTHER woman, presumably their friend or whatever, came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was, sitting with a pregnant woman and a kid. And this guy and girl were standing there staring at me. I decided I'll play Bounce on my ever-trusty 6100 and pretend I didn't see anything. These people are evil I tell you, trying to drive a guy off his seat in broad daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY came back. He looked at the crowd occupying his share of the bench and went on to give me his infamous sinister stare. I smiled awkwardly, stood up and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert vulgarities hurled at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(insert more vulgarities with insults hurled at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I mean there's a pregnant woman with a kid. We're supposed to let them have the seat what. Thats what we see on MRTs right? I mean it doesn't apply to MRTs only mah. Apparently JY doesn't feel that way. I bet he would've hurled his takopachi balls at me if they didn't cost 66.66666666666666666666 cents each. But he decided to be the &lt;em&gt;new nice man&lt;/em&gt; that he so wanted to be and forgave me as he gobbled up the takopachi balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, the octopus meat they put in those balls are really negligible loh... its a scam I'm telling you. And if JY didn't went to buy those Takopachi balls, I wouldn't have undergone all the insults. Its all Takopachi's fault. Takopachi is evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111226291145044413?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111226291145044413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111226291145044413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111226291145044413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111226291145044413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/03/takopachi-is-evil.html' title='Takopachi is evil'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111224988892095749</id><published>2005-03-27T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:48:48.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Happiness (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Its sunday.. and I spent my whole saturday on my room. So naturally you'd think I have some exciting stuff planned on sunday so my weekend isn't gonna be crap right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought so too: I was gonna have a morning swim with Morgan and then driving lessons later in the evening. Its not that exciting, but hey, at least I have something to do ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke up really early and felt shag from yesterday's cleaning. (Still incomplete. I was thinking of continuing with the cleaning on monday or something. Its a BIG room you know.) So I was all ready to head out to meet Morgan when he smsed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey bro, sorry I have to cancel. My mom's sick... need to take her to the clinic."&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned. I didnt know I had such a filial friend!!! Anyways my swimming was screwed and I wasn't in the mood to go swimming alone so early. So I decided to laze around thinking I'd go swim later. But my room was still in a mess from yesterday... being the cleaniness freak that I am, I decided to finish all this crap once and for all. I decided it was time to switch positions between my 2nd bed and wardrobe because... it made perfect sense to me! Duh! (refer to Spiritual Happiness part 1 to understand) So I did some heavy shifting and got them to exchange positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side note&lt;/em&gt;: I found out my dust in my room is pink...! Haha I'm not kidding man... I told SP and he says I'm crazy. I took photos and they weren't that obvious *grumbles*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was transfering the heavy computer boxes onto my wardrobe to make it look neater. But the thing was... the boxes were a bit too big for the width of the top of the wardrobe. So I tried to pull out a bit of the front plank thing on top of the wardrobe to make a bit more space. And then it snapped.&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;yea it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing was my mom was in my room helping me sweep up the dust (which is pink!) and we were having this moment of silence after the incident. Basically we exchanged looks between the 2 of us and the plank. My mom had this "You just destroyed the furniture" look on her face with distraught. Anyway I tried to super glue it back... but gravity wasn't helping. So I had to grab a chair and stand next to the wardrobe to hold the plank in its position for like 30min... fucking waste my time. My mom gave up on me and my ambitious plan to refurnish my room and went to read the papers... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I saw my junior on msn whom I haven't kept in contact for a while ever since she went to US (or Europe... er...) to study. So I was like sounding really enthusiastic and stuff and asked how she was doing. She gave really lackluster replies like "hey..." and stuff. Wah Lao, we haven't chat for so long, at least try to humour me mah! Anyway she told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey... this is not a good time. I just broke up with my boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned again. Why my timing so good? Like that also can... buy lottery also never so 'zhun' sia... Anyway I let her be and continued with my cleaning. (You'd think I'll console her right? Haha... I think I did quite a bad job with that so yea... I think I made her feel worse. So pretended I didnt hear/say anything.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else went pretty smooth and I managed to finish cleaning and rearranging everything by 1pm. So proud of myself. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I DON'T SEE MYSELF GETTING HAPPIER LOH! ITS ALL CRAP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea I have a neater room now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111224988892095749?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111224988892095749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111224988892095749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111224988892095749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111224988892095749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/03/spiritual-happiness-part-2.html' title='Spiritual Happiness (part 2)'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111224759376755923</id><published>2005-03-26T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:44:37.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Happiness</title><content type='html'>Haven't been in a really good mood shortly after I started this silly blog. (No, not caused by blogging) Anyways, maybe its because I have been rotting too much at home... the only stuff I've been doing is to sit at my computer and msn all day. People whom I've been pestering a lot while their online decided to ask me why am I so free. Well.. I'm clearing leave man, I'm ENTITLED to be free and irritate people as I please! Haha... no lah, I so nice, where got do this type of stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend, while I was chatting with SP and JY (Camp mateys), SP left in the middle of the conversation saying he wanted to clean his room. So I was like ok... and then I looked at my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Words came to my mind: Fucking mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I didnt really cared if it was in a mess. Its my room afterall. If I don't mind, why should others mind? (PS: People usually comment my room is quite neat! Haha... crazy people) And then I was sian again... so I thought to myself, maybe in order to be happier from my current state of mind, maybe I should do something to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered reading something about your emotions connected to the house you live in. So the idea struck me: Spiritual happiness should start from one's den. Wahahaha!!! I'm so smart right? So I started accessing my room and came up with the following points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;SO MANY SOFT TOYS! AND NOT MY ONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; All hand-me-downs from my other 3 siblings... did I mention my room was a dumping ground for unwanted stuff from my siblings? Haiz... being the youngest doesnt mean you get the best treatment you know... see? I'm a rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My second bed has become my wardrobe, and my wardrobe is just there to look nice at the corner. Why? Because its too freaking far! My room can be compared to a normal HDB living room you know that? (And no. I'm not rich) So years ago I conveniently used this bed as my wardrobe with all my clothes thrown on it. Besides my wardrobe is dumped with my bros' clothes, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup thats about it.. so I started picking up stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and picking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and picking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and picking...&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;fucking long sia... why my room so big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was clearing the contents of my store shelf, I came across this really awesome (and messy) stamp collection I used to have. Well technically its not MY stamp collection. I just stole (not all) from my cousin when I was young cause he was such an enthusiast and I wanted to bully him... haha. As I laughed hideously over my evil self, I saw these few stamp books that were yellow and smelly. Bearing the stench and horror of my hands rotting, I flipped the pages so I could check if there were any valuable stamps I'll miss out just in case they'll be worth millions when I'm freaking old and poor. And then I discovered something... the stamp book actually belonged to my 2nd bro! Well his name was on the front cover, but it was unglamorously cancelled off with blue ink... and under his name was mine. And I even bracketed it with the words "New owner"!!!!! Haha.. I was such an asshole even when I was young. No wonder my bro picked on me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I found some really ancient chewing gum underneath the pile of stamps. They've became so hard I bet if I threw at the wall the wall will crack. I wonder why did I even kept them under the stamp collection... thats just sick. So kids: &lt;em&gt;Finish you chewing gum while you can. Don't ever keep them under heaps of weird collections hoping you can find them some day and eat them, because you'll just forget about their existance and they become killer weapons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: For those of you who told me not to eat the chewing gum, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! I'm &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; that stupid nor am I that much of a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my whole saturday was spent on my room. And guess what? Its not finished! My friends gasped when I told them on msn.. haha. But hey, halfway to spiritual happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111224759376755923?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111224759376755923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111224759376755923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111224759376755923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111224759376755923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/03/spiritual-happiness.html' title='Spiritual Happiness'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11692285.post-111176918585125701</id><published>2005-03-26T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:46:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.. how did I end up here?</title><content type='html'>I dont really know what happened. People all around me kept telling I look like one who does blogging... Truth is, I don't! (And I'm here.. ha) I'd rather have some direct interaction with people than writing something in cyberspace hoping someone will read it by chance and then comment on it. I mean please, thats just... so insignificant. Isn't it? Ok if you're a blogger and you see this, you can kick me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11692285-111176918585125701?l=wulfe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/feeds/111176918585125701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11692285&amp;postID=111176918585125701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111176918585125701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11692285/posts/default/111176918585125701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wulfe.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmm-how-did-i-end-up-here.html' title='Hmm.. how did I end up here?'/><author><name>XW</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10488903006556554801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/extremity/XW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
