<?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-2837595328701588117</id><updated>2012-01-07T14:35:13.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll kill you if you kill yourself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7457939961985822005</id><published>2012-01-07T14:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T14:35:13.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grabbed from: http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=math&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c8c5c8; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Every time I hear someone say "I suck at math," I immediately think he or she is a moron. If you suck at math, what you really suck at is following instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Moron." height="429" src="http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/images/math_moron1.jpg" width="485" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;This shirt is birth control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sucking at math is like sucking at cooking. I'm tired of eating shitty food because you're too much of a dipshit to follow a recipe. Also, I'm tired of hearing people brag about how they can't cook like it's some kind of badge of honor. It's like a race to the bottom with you people. I always hear people one-upping each other about how inept they are at cooking. If you don't know how to chop up a few carrots to make a decent soup, take your life.&lt;br /&gt;Math is exactly like cooking: just follow the recipe. Symbols look confusing? Can't figure out how to solve a problem? All I hear is, "Waaah! Boo-hoo! I didn't read the introduction to the chapter that tells me exactly how to solve this generic category of problems!"&lt;br /&gt;Math isn't some voodoo that only smart people understand. It's something that people understand on their path to enlightenment, and it's about as straightforward as thinking gets. And when I say "math" here, I'm talking specifically about the only category of math that 99% of people know about: applied. It's a failure of teachers everywhere to expose people to the much less commonly known branch of mathematics: theoretical.&lt;br /&gt;Theoretical math is cool as shit. You know what's not cool? You being an idiot. Math theory involves solving problems like finding patterns in prime numbers, topology and thinking about the different kinds of infinity. And yes, there are different kinds of infinities. Pick up a fucking book some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img align="right" alt="Evolutionary tree with and without math." height="776" src="http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/images/math_rules2.jpg" title="The ratio of the content in this box is approximately, and unintentionally, the Golden Ratio." width="521" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of Pascal's triangle? Or the Fibonacci sequence? How the square root of 2 was discovered? Do you know anything about the Pythagorean cult who discovered the "Pythagorean theorem"?&lt;br /&gt;No, because you're too busy saying the same tired excuse every other dickhead spews out about math: "when will I ever use this in life?"&lt;br /&gt;First of all, if you're leading your life in such a way that you never have to do math, congratulations, you are a donkey.&lt;br /&gt;Why is math the only discipline that has to put up with this bullshit? People gladly learn art, music, literature and geography. You'll even nod like a happy idiot when you learn what a haiku is, and you never complain or whine about how you'll never use this in your "life." When is the last time you wrote a haiku, asshole?&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to math, everyone turns into a big pussy and starts PMSing all over the place. The walls, the flag, the teachers, everyone and everything gets splattered by your crimson twat water. Because suddenly you can predict the future and you know that for the next 70 or so years of your life, with 100% certainty, that you will never use math and that you can tune out and go back to doodling because you're too self-important to learn something that ancient people thought was important enough to pass down for your dumbass to learn from. It's far more important for you to practice writing your name or drawing hearts and stars, right?&lt;br /&gt;People didn't invent this stuff because they were bored. They invented it to solve real-world problems. Problems that real men had to deal with before your stupid ass was born, like building oil platforms, delivering the correct dosage of medicine and going to space. Not so your dumbass can play "Gardens of Time" on Facebook, although you wouldn't be able to do that without math, either.&lt;br /&gt;All higher forms of thinking come from neural connections built by solving the kinds of problems encountered in math. Why should you learn math? Because fuck you, that's why. Learning math isn't about how much or how little you use it at your shitty job. It's about becoming someone who's worth a shit.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like it? Tough. People also don't like to work, and if everyone took your shitty attitude towards math and applied it towards work, we'd all be living in shit huts in Africa. As for me, I like computers, the Internet, andriding in elevators. Don't think elevators are awesome? Take the stairs next time, asshole. That's what people who hate math get: stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7457939961985822005?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7457939961985822005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7457939961985822005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7457939961985822005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7457939961985822005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2012/01/grabbed-from-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7356016128764280568</id><published>2011-12-16T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:14:41.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck it. I'm gonna gather some balls and make it happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7356016128764280568?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7356016128764280568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7356016128764280568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7356016128764280568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7356016128764280568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/12/fuck-it.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-980654832571770265</id><published>2011-12-07T00:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:06:29.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd be lying if I said i didn't see it coming. Sigh. Then again, I wouldn't have done it differently anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-980654832571770265?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/980654832571770265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=980654832571770265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/980654832571770265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/980654832571770265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/12/id-be-lying-if-i-said-i-didnt-see-it.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-3891327725531382243</id><published>2011-11-27T17:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T17:26:40.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Ta9lKRFIc/TtICNASsr2I/AAAAAAAAACc/bYB2vcDCE2M/s1600/finish+all+the+mcqs+final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Ta9lKRFIc/TtICNASsr2I/AAAAAAAAACc/bYB2vcDCE2M/s1600/finish+all+the+mcqs+final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-3891327725531382243?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3891327725531382243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=3891327725531382243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3891327725531382243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3891327725531382243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4Ta9lKRFIc/TtICNASsr2I/AAAAAAAAACc/bYB2vcDCE2M/s72-c/finish+all+the+mcqs+final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7130026374251838018</id><published>2011-11-07T09:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:51:37.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm all fired up now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7130026374251838018?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7130026374251838018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7130026374251838018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7130026374251838018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7130026374251838018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-all-fired-up-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1216762398691805893</id><published>2011-10-04T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:40:28.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Really envy those people who are able to express their feelings without constraints. When will I be able to find the courage to do the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1216762398691805893?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1216762398691805893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1216762398691805893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1216762398691805893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1216762398691805893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/10/really-envy-those-people-who-are-able.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1403530700410164899</id><published>2011-10-03T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:43:22.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do you want to survive, or do you want to fight?"&lt;br /&gt;"Which is it?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Just fighting, is meaningless. Just surviving, is meaningless."&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1403530700410164899?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1403530700410164899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1403530700410164899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1403530700410164899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1403530700410164899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-want-to-survive-or-do-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6172820096899036420</id><published>2011-09-30T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:28:54.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Literally at a crossroad. What to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6172820096899036420?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6172820096899036420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6172820096899036420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6172820096899036420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6172820096899036420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/09/literally-at-crossroad.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1998161396284069531</id><published>2011-09-17T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:17:06.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmjyhhaB541qjo5bio1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmjyhhaB541qjo5bio1_500.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;“What made you so special?”&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing, I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.”&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1998161396284069531?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1998161396284069531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1998161396284069531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1998161396284069531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1998161396284069531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-made-you-so-special-nothing-im.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-3544854930649545842</id><published>2011-09-10T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:32:18.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't come 10 million miles to turn back at the last 10                        feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-3544854930649545842?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3544854930649545842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=3544854930649545842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3544854930649545842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3544854930649545842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-didnt-come-10-million-miles-to-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-165338499043542597</id><published>2011-09-09T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:20:44.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circular trapezoid</title><content type='html'>I just made an awesome discovery!! But yeah it's regarding math, so if you're not interested, please get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Does patience and persistence really pay off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uJRk4kcrns/TmoKseycUPI/AAAAAAAAACY/1cj9HpG_bmg/s1600/concentric+circles.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uJRk4kcrns/TmoKseycUPI/AAAAAAAAACY/1cj9HpG_bmg/s1600/concentric+circles.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm really beginning to doubt, what I actually mean to you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Say you have two concentric circles of different radii, and R &amp;gt; r. To find the area bounded by the circumference of the two circles (grey area) is actually very easy: draw on our primary school mathematics knowledge of subtracting the area of the smaller circle from the area of the larger circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;To seriously question myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy, but boring. That's not what I'm here to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;What the hell am I holding on for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm actually going to say is an alternative way of looking at the area between the circles. Try imagining cutting out the smaller circle from the larger circle made out of paper, and you will end up with a ring/doughnut like shape. Then, make a single cut on the shape that we have, so we'll have some flimsy strip of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Waiting and waiting, but what for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes the important part. Picture stretching that strip of paper, all the way, until the curved lines actually become straight. If you are unable to view it in your mind, then I'll just say it here: the final shape that you get is actually a trapezium. The usual "parallel sides" of a trapezium are now the circumferences of the respective circles! The "perpendicular height" now becomes the difference between the radii of the circle. Of course, talk is cheap, so next up is the mathematical proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'm nearing the last straw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof:&lt;br /&gt;Area of shaded region = Area of larger circle - Area of smaller circle&lt;br /&gt;= &lt;span class="st"&gt;πR&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;πr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;π(R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt; - r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;) units&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Please, don't give me yet another reason to give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;From a trapezoid perspective,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Area of trapezium = (1/2)(Sum of parallel lengths)(Perpendicular height)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;= (1/2)(Sum of circumferences of two circles)(Difference in the radii)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;= (1/2)(2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;πR + 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;πr)(R - r)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;π(R + r)(R - r)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;π(R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt; units&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cause I fucking don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;The proper name for this area is actually known as a circular trapezoid. Okay think I should be back to hit the books...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-165338499043542597?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/165338499043542597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=165338499043542597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/165338499043542597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/165338499043542597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-just-made-awesome-discovery-but-yeah.html' title='Circular trapezoid'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uJRk4kcrns/TmoKseycUPI/AAAAAAAAACY/1cj9HpG_bmg/s72-c/concentric+circles.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-3358870109220338657</id><published>2011-09-09T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:12:45.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research</title><content type='html'>Just read an article about the tightening of regulations with regards to the accessibility of research funds. I think what Mrs Liew has been saying is actually rather true, that "ideas are increasingly being monetised". A*star, for example, lies under the jurisdiction of the Singapore Government, and its parent ministry is apparent the Ministry of Trade and Industry. Hence, it makes sense that the funds are sourced from taxpayers' money. When the people's hard-earned money gets involved in the picture, there will inevitably be some form of bureaucracy, which is essentially the crux of the present problem. In order to justify the large amounts of money that goes into research, the gatekeepers of the funds, namely MTI and MOF, chooses economic key performance indicators to determine which ideas have the potential to reap the greatest benefits and thus are most deserving of the funding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Nice guys finish last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it justified that the most lucrative researches are rewarded with the largest amounts of fundings? Many of the great scientific achievements (really unnecessary to state examples, pretty sure you the reader are very well aware of some) had little ramifications on the industrialised economy. Does that mean that in the future, more and more researchers are gearing their compasses towards research that can reap the most monetary rewards? Sure, the notion of surviving in the competitive industry still holds true, but what I'm afraid is that the true essence and spirit behind scientific research is being diluted. And that, in my opinion, is the greatest issue regarding government-backed scientific research. The leaders of the countries, as well as related ministries, view R&amp;amp;D solely as a vehicle that can improve the long-term productive capacity of our economy, as well as simply raking in the cash. What scientists view their work, I believe, is the potential to bring about greater knowledge of the world that we live in. As you can see, these two vantage points are not exactly aligned, and tensions will always exist, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;They really do, dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After reading the article, I think I have concluded that Singapore will never be a place where scientific research can thrive. For anyone who is a least bit interested to become a researcher (including myself, LOL), please look out of this island. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-3358870109220338657?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3358870109220338657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=3358870109220338657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3358870109220338657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3358870109220338657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/09/research.html' title='Research'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5311292015913120030</id><published>2011-08-29T00:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T00:58:22.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>The word "sian". It appeared in my mind when I was reading the copious amounts of econs notes in my file, and then it suddenly hit me. How "sian" was such a Singaporean emotion. Not just a word, but really it represents what we feel on a daily basis. If you're a Singaporean, then you would have definitely encountered this word on a daily basis, either a casual remark about studies, work and life, or someone just ranting about his or her problems, ending it off aptly with "sian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that "sian" accurately captures the nuances in a life of the average Singaporean, i.e. us and practically everyone we know. Hence, it is near impossible to translate the word to another language without losing some of its original meaning. "Sian" is supposedly a word from the Hokkien dialect, but then it has so much Singlish flavour piled upon it that it has practically become a word of our own, a word that we proudly pin on the corner of our mouths. Try replacing it with another word, and you will see that it is indeed a painful and impossible task. As TalkingCock puts it: &lt;i&gt;A wonderfully concise Hokkien adjective which conveys boredom,  weariness, frustration and emptiness. The English equivalent would be  "ennui".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the ballsacs is ennui?! Criticise my lack of vocabulary all you want, but I'm willing to bet at least 90% of the GP students in Singapore have never come across this confounding word before, let alone know its meaning. Anyway, I just think it looks like hanyupinyin for two Chinese characters LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5311292015913120030?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5311292015913120030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5311292015913120030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5311292015913120030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5311292015913120030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/08/sian.html' title='Sian'/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-4958816544638866689</id><published>2011-08-21T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T00:02:46.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uGAgOMyLRyA/TlEsAEaj6jI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I5ddFDQak-g/s1600/Hurts%2BSo%2BMuch_33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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This is more like a private platform for me to air my thoughts since this blog is still relatively unknown (ohyeah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insecurity is a complex emotion, a complete antithesis of confidence. It occurs mainly due to fear; fear of what will happen in the future that we have no control of. Sometimes, this fear is ingrained within our minds at an unknown time due to some random circumstance. However, I feel that it is more likely that this fear sprouts from certain events of the past, something unpleasent that once happens to us and the fear of it occurring once more due to our actions (or inactions). That is the main cause of insecurity. We, human beings, are no strangers to insecurity. Only if the day comes that we can eradicate fear from our minds, then we can say that insecurity does not exist further. But the truth remains, fear is still fundamental part of human nature, and that is something that no one, not even the most confident man on earth, can run away from. What differs is simply the degree of insecurity and the cause of that emotion. That is why each and every one of us have different stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, sharing my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to find a word to describe my insecurity. If I had to choose one, it would be 'loss'. Probably a better way to express it would be by using an analogy. Imagine yourself investing your entire capital, your savings into the shares of a company that you really believe that can bear fruit and valuate in the long term. True enough, you see the value creeping up, slowly but surely, and there you are hoping that your patience will pay off. It probably increases up to a point where it surpasses your psychological benchmark and your mind enters decision-making mode. "Should I cash in my stocks or should I continue to have faith in the company? After all, the situation doesn't seem that bad at all." And so you hold on, but in your mind you are already formulating a plan on what to do with your cash after the value hits the second benchmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just then, the stock market crashes, without warning. The company folds up and you are left with nothing more than a worthless piece of commitment. You are left there, distraught, and thoughts racing through your head, "What the fuck went wrong?" You try to look back in the past in retrospect, trying to piece together the puzzle, and yet nothing comes through. It is as if it was some random event, no tipoffs from any observer or analyst at all. You are left there, confused, angry and even maybe betrayed. But no matter, you tell yourself to pick up from your mistake, grit your teeth, and move on. After a short period of reprieve from the stock market, you come back, believe that your are stronger from your setback to tackle whatever challenges that may lie ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the whole fucking thing repeats itself again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This analogy isn't that accurate, btw. I would rate it as only 65% accurate? But it's the best I could think of. If you're sharp enough (you probably don't have to be), you'll get a direction of what I'm talking about. To cut a long story short, since I'm about the fall asleep anytime now, I believe that I'm in the midst of a 3rd cycle. Tell me, which normal person wouldn't be insecure by now? Would I be third time lucky? Is it simply just the time to give up? I don't know, I really don't know. What I know is that this insecurity will lie in the deep recesses of my mind in the years to come, like a ghost from my past haunting me into the future. It's impossible to run away from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm showing it to everyone, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; opacity: 0; display: none; padding: 10px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); position: fixed; right: 0px; top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Replacing Emoji..." title="Replacing Emoji..." src="data:image/gif;base64,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" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1661919682975470646?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1661919682975470646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1661919682975470646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1661919682975470646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1661919682975470646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-long-time-since-i-posted-here.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7185349867586630303</id><published>2011-05-15T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:57:34.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, what we all need in our lives is just that simple yet impactful leap of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-moz-border-radius: 8px 8px 8px 8px; 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Will it then spur me on to achieve greater things (like getting fucking straight As)? Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2802435588289824097?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2802435588289824097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2802435588289824097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2802435588289824097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2802435588289824097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/04/one-can-only-look-forward-as-of-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2349493561525988667</id><published>2011-02-14T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:14:18.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what, looks like I'm not that alone in this world after all :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2349493561525988667?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2349493561525988667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2237583139444038788</id><published>2011-01-30T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:18:28.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damned if I do, damned if I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2237583139444038788?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2237583139444038788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2237583139444038788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2237583139444038788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2237583139444038788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2011/01/damned-if-i-do-damned-if-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2606885054178930057</id><published>2011-01-29T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T15:03:45.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, you can't help but feel excluded in the events that are happening around you.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-4949056528190420300</id><published>2010-12-25T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T00:37:04.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only a god can achieve whatever he wants to. We, as humans, can only achieve what we're capable of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-4949056528190420300?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4949056528190420300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=4949056528190420300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4949056528190420300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4949056528190420300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-god-can-achieve-whatever-he-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1840128084218897883</id><published>2010-11-26T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:19:21.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you're trying to learn the guitar when you see the word "fretting" in a whole new perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1840128084218897883?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1840128084218897883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1840128084218897883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1840128084218897883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1840128084218897883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-youre-trying-to-learn-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7255155950024653402</id><published>2010-11-22T23:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:36:19.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems that Novembers have always been a test for my resilience and the integrity of my character. Stay strong, Tan Yi Jie. Deep down inside, be fucking strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7255155950024653402?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7255155950024653402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7255155950024653402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7255155950024653402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7255155950024653402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-seems-that-novembers-have-always.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-9050074600470114716</id><published>2010-11-14T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:50:41.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chalet has been fun, with all the nonsense dunking and playing games through the night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many people out there do you think derive happiness from one other's misfortune? Schadenfreude, as some people would say. People who feel happy that they're not somebody else who is seemingly worse than the former. You see, that's the problem with making comparisons with others. Making your own  worth relative the another person's means that you are in absolutely no control of the value of your own life! Do we want that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I found some terms which kinda fit into the whole picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness in another's fortune: Sympathetic joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness in another's &lt;b&gt;mis&lt;/b&gt;fortune: Schadenfreude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un&lt;/b&gt;happiness in another's fortune: Envy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Un&lt;/b&gt;happiness in another's &lt;b&gt;mis&lt;/b&gt;fortune: Pity, Empathy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-9050074600470114716?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9050074600470114716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=9050074600470114716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/9050074600470114716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/9050074600470114716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/chalet-has-been-fun-with-all-nonsense.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1618812706219091683</id><published>2010-11-08T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:56:18.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OP is a pain in the ass. Damn, my posts are getting way too short. I think my brain's degenerating, which isn't exactly a good sign. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sidenote, I'm taking H3 Physics! (although I'm still on "probation") Relativity and Quantum Mechanics WOOT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1618812706219091683?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1618812706219091683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1618812706219091683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1618812706219091683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1618812706219091683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/11/op-is-pain-in-ass_08.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-854931824910994945</id><published>2010-10-19T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T22:55:22.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 7.0px 0.0px; line-height: 21.0px; font: 14.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;When people say you can't escape your past, I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;I see the goal before me&lt;br /&gt;And turning back now will not solve anything&lt;br /&gt;Running away from myself keeps leading me in circles&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding mistakes I remember all too well&lt;br /&gt;Time is the enemy&lt;br /&gt;I know now that fame and fortune are part of who I am&lt;br /&gt;These fractions of my past have already passed me by&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that regrets/are the only things on my mind/and dreams/I never have anymore&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories/cloud my judgement/success or failure/is all important&lt;br /&gt;Self reflection/avoidable&lt;br /&gt;Though inevitably, turning back at this point was unavoidable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 7.0px 0.0px; line-height: 21.0px; font: 14.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;REVERSING TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 7.0px 0.0px; line-height: 21.0px; font: 14.0px Trebuchet MS; color: #333333"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;Self reflection/is all important&lt;br /&gt;Success or failure/cloud my judgement&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories/I never have anymore/and dreams/are the only things on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that regrets/have already passed me by&lt;br /&gt;These fractions of the past/are part of who I am&lt;br /&gt;I know now that fame and fortune/is the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Time/I remember all too well&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding mistakes/keeps leading me in circles&lt;br /&gt;Running away from myself/will not solve anything&lt;br /&gt;And turning back now/I see the goal before me&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ/when people say you can't escape your past/You can/I just won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-854931824910994945?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/854931824910994945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=854931824910994945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/854931824910994945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/854931824910994945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-people-say-you-cant-escape-your.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5941205916566990982</id><published>2010-10-19T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:54:11.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrggh. My GP and Econs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5941205916566990982?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5941205916566990982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5941205916566990982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5941205916566990982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5941205916566990982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/arrggh.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2366263367353838665</id><published>2010-10-10T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:23:47.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking PW. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My posts are becoming damn rubbish now. Wait till when there is time for my brain to actually process the stuff that's happening around me (which is basically after farking PW is over)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2366263367353838665?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2366263367353838665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2366263367353838665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2366263367353838665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2366263367353838665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/fucking-pw.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5792535273339315559</id><published>2010-10-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:30:41.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised destiny is an anagram of density. Shit too much physics -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5792535273339315559?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5792535273339315559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5792535273339315559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5792535273339315559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5792535273339315559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-just-realised-destiny-is-anagram-of.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-273109025931898044</id><published>2010-09-29T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:38:01.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's promos now. Sometimes, in the middle of a paper, this random thought just flashes across my mind: Why the hell am I doing this? But then again, in any process which requires just sheer grit and perserverence, this thought is really one that tests the boundaries of your determination. Fortunately, doing exam papers doesn't really require much endurance, so you definitely won't see me or anyone else slamming their tables and strutting out of the exam hall. You just grit your teeth, hold your bladder and tahan the farking cold aircon for 3 bloody hours and write as much as your wrist and fingers allow you to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-273109025931898044?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/273109025931898044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=273109025931898044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/273109025931898044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/273109025931898044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-promos-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1190062731787272141</id><published>2010-09-02T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T23:07:12.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When typing manga&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stream&lt;/span&gt;.com, I always tend to type manga&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steam&lt;/span&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, the VIP has officially numbered its days. Pretty soon, there won't be anymore IP kiddos around in VJ. Instead, they're going to be at their seperate schools, but will they be going through the same programmes at VS and Cedar respectively? I'm afraid the true integrity of VIP is going to be diffused, even though core subjects like IH and LA might still be in the curriculum. (I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many issues that arise, like identity of the students and also the selection processes. But, it looks like these are not major enough to stop the Victoria-Cedar Alliance (sounds like some airline) from forming and jumping aboard the 6-year IP programme. More importantly, it gave them enough reason to terminate the VIP that all of us went through and believed in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1190062731787272141?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1190062731787272141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1190062731787272141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1190062731787272141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1190062731787272141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-typing-manga-stream.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-823187382234003395</id><published>2010-08-26T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:58:19.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scientists call it the Naked Photo Test, and it works like this: say a photo turns up of you nakedly doing something that would shame you and your family for generations. Bestiality, perhaps. Ask yourself how many people in your life you would trust with that photo. If you're like the rest of us, you probably have at most two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more depressing, studies show that about one out of four people have no one they can confide in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average number of close friends we say we have is dropping fast, down dramatically in just the last 20 years. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;#1. We don't have enough annoying strangers in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;That's not sarcasm. Annoyance is something you build up a tolerance to, like alcohol or a bad smell. The more we're able to edit the annoyance out of our lives, the less we're able to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is we've built an awesome, sprawling web of technology meant purely to let us avoid annoying people. Do all your Christmas shopping online and avoid the fat lady ramming her cart into you at Target. Spend $5,000 on a home theater system so you can see movies on a big screen without a toddler kicking the back of your seat. Hell, rent the DVD's from Netflix and you don't even have to spend the 30 seconds with the confused kid working the register at Blockbuster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get stuck in the waiting room at the doctor? No way we're striking up a conversation with the smelly old man in the next seat. We'll plug the iPod into our ears and have a text conversation with a friend or play our DS. Filter that annoyance right out of our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that would be awesome if it were actually possible to keep all of the irritating shit out of your life. But, it's not. It never will be. As long as you have needs, you'll have to deal with people you can't stand from time to time. We're losing that skill, the one that lets us deal with strangers and tolerate their shrill voices and clunky senses of humor and body odor and squeaky shoes. So, what encounters you do have with the outside world, the world you can't control, make you want to go on a screaming crotch-punching spree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Right in the crotch, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. We don't have enough annoying friends, either.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Lots of us were born into towns full of people we couldn't stand. As a kid, maybe you found yourself in an elementary school classroom, packed in with two dozen kids you did not choose and who shared none of your tastes or interests. Maybe you got beat up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you've grown up. And if you're, say, a huge DragonForce fan, you can go find their forum and meet a dozen people just like you. Or even better, start a private room with your favorite few and lock everybody else out. Say goodbye to the tedious, awkward, painful process of dealing with somebody who's truly different. That's another Old World inconvenience, like having to wash your clothes in a creek or wait for a raccoon to wander by the outhouse so you can wipe your ass with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that peacefully dealing with incompatible people is crucial to living in a society. In fact, if you think about it, peacefully dealing with people you can't stand is society. Just people with opposite tastes and conflicting personalities sharing space and cooperating, often through gritted teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty years ago, you had to sit in a crowded room to see a movie. You didn't get to choose; you either did that or you missed the movie. When you got a new car, everyone on the block came and stood in your yard to look it over. You can bet that some of those people were assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, on the whole, people back then were apparently happier in their jobs and more satisfied with their lives. And get this: They had more friends.&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Even though they had almost no ability to filter their peers according to common interests (hell, often you were just friends with the guy who happened to live next door), they still came up with more close friends than we have now-people they could trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, apparently, that after you get over that first irritation, after you shed your shell of "they listen to different music because they wouldn't understand mine" superiority, there's a sort of comfort in needing other people and being needed on a level beyond common interests. It turns out humans are social animals after all. And that ability to suffer fools, to tolerate annoyance, that's literally the one single thing that allows you to function in a world populated by other people who aren't you. Otherwise, you turn emo. Science has proven it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. Texting is a shitty way to communicate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I have this friend who uses the expression "No, thank you," in a sarcastic way. It means, "I'd rather be shot in the face." He puts a little ironic lilt on the last two words that lets you know. You ask, "Want to go see that new Rob Schneider movie?" And, he'll say, "No, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day we had this exchange via text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Hey, do you want me to bring over that leftover chili I made?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: "No, thank you"&lt;br /&gt;That pissed me off. I'm proud of my chili. It takes four days to make it. I grind up the dried peppers myself; the meat is expensive, hand-tortured veal. And, now my offer to give him some is dismissed with his bitchy catchphrase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't speak to him for six months. He sent me a letter, I mailed it back, unread, with a dead rat packed inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my wife who finally ran into him and realized that the "No, thank you" he replied with was not meant to be sarcastic, but was a literal, "No, but thank you for offering." He had no room in his freezer, it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did we really need a study to tell us that more than 40 percent of what you say in an e-mail is misunderstood? Well, they did one anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of your friends have you only spoken with online? If 40 percent of your personality has gotten lost in the text transition, do these people even really know you? The people who dislike you via text, on message boards or chatrooms or whatever, is it because you're really incompatible? Or, is it because of the misunderstood 40 percent? And, what about the ones who like you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us try to make up that difference in sheer numbers, piling up six dozen friends on MySpace. But here's the problem ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Online company only makes us lonelier.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When someone speaks to you face-to-face, what percentage of the meaning is actually in the words, as opposed to the body language and tone of voice? Take a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7 percent. The other 93 percent is nonverbal, according to studies. No, I don't know how they arrived at that exact number. They have a machine or something. But we didn't need it. I mean, come on. Most of our humor is sarcasm, and sarcasm is just mismatching the words with the tone. Like my friend's "No, thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't wait for a girl to verbally tell you she likes you. It's the sparkle in her eyes, her posture, the way she grabs your head and shoves your face into her boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the crux of the problem. That human ability to absorb the moods of others through that kind of subconscious osmosis is crucial. Kids born without it are considered mentally handicapped. People who have lots of it are called "charismatic" and become movie stars and politicians. It's not what they say; it's this energy they put off that makes us feel good about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're living in Text World, all that is stripped away. There's a weird side effect to it, too: absent a sense of the other person's mood, every line we read gets filtered through our own mood instead. The reason I read my friend's chili message as sarcastic was because I was in an irritable mood. In that state of mind, I was eager to be offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And worse, if I do enough of my communicating this way, my mood never changes. After all, people keep saying nasty things to me! Of course I'm depressed! It's me against the world!&lt;br /&gt;No, what I need is somebody to shake me by the shoulders and snap me out of it. Which leads us to No. 5 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. We don't get criticized enough.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Most of what sucks about not having close friends isn't the missed birthday parties or the sad, single-player games of ping pong with the wall. No, what sucks is the lack of real criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my time online I've been called "fag" approximately 104,165 times. I keep an Excel spreadsheet. I've also been called "asshole" and "cockweasel" and "fuckcamel" and "cuntwaffle" and "shitglutton" and "porksword" and "wangbasket" and "shitwhistle" and "thundercunt" and "fartminge" and "shitflannel" and "knobgoblin" and "boring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And none of it mattered, because none of those people knew me well enough to really hit the target. I've been insulted lots, but I've been criticized very little. And don't ever confuse the two. An insult is just someone who hates you making a noise to indicate their hatred. A barking dog. Criticism is someone trying to help you, by telling you something about yourself that you were a little too comfortable not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragically, there are now a whole lot of people who never have those conversations. The interventions, the brutal honesty, the, "you know, everybody's pissed off because of what you said last night, but nobody wants to say anything because they're afraid of you," sort of conversations. Those horrible, awkward, wrenchingly uncomfortable sessions that you can only have with someone who sees right to the center of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail and texting are awesome tools for avoiding that level of honesty. With text, you can respond when you feel like it. You can measure your words. You can pick and choose which questions to answer. The person on the other end can't see your face, can't see you get nervous, can't detect when you're lying. You have almost total control and as a result that other person never sees past your armor, never sees you at your worst, never knows the embarrassing little things about yourself that you can't control. Gone are the common quirks, humiliations and vulnerabilities that real friendships are built on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browse around people's MySpace pages, look at the characters they create for themselves. If you've built a pool of friends via a blog, building yourself up as a misunderstood, mysterious Master of the Night, it's kind of hard to log on and talk about how you went to prom and got diarrhea out on the dance floor. You never get to really be yourself, and that's a very lonely feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on top of all that ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. We're victims of the Outrage Machine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A whole lot of the people still reading this are saying, "Of course I'm depressed! People are starving! America has turned into Nazi Germany! My parents watch retarded television shows and talk about them for hours afterward! People are dying in meaningless wars all over the world!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how did we wind up with a more negative view of the world than our parents? Or grandparents? Back then, people didn't live as long and babies died more often. Diseases were more common. In those days, if your buddy moved away the only way to communicate was with pen and paper and a stamp. We have Iraq, but our parents had Vietnam (which killed 50 times more people) and their parents had World War 2 (which killed 1,000 times as many). Some of your grandparents grew up at a time when nobody had air conditioning. All of their parents grew up without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are physically better off today in every possible way in which such things can be measured ... but you sure as hell wouldn't know that if you're getting your news online. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ask yourself: If some music site posts an article called, "Fall Out Boy is a Fine Band" and on the same day posts another one called, "Fall Out Boy is the Shittiest Fucking Band of the Last 100 Years, Say Experts," which do you think will get the most traffic? The second one wins in a blowout. Outrage manufactures word-of-mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news blogs many of you read? The people running them know the same thing. Every site is in a dogfight for traffic (even if they don't run ads, they still measure their success by the size of their audience) and so they carefully pick through the wires for the most inflammatory story possible. The other blogs start echoing the same story from the same point of view. If you want, you can surf all day and never swim out of the warm, stagnant waters of the "aren't those bastards evil" pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in that climate could those silly 9/11 conspiracy theories come about (saying the Bush administration and the FDNY blew up the towers, and that the planes were holograms). To hear these people talk, every opposing politician is Hitler, and every election is the freaking apocalypse. All because it keeps you reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't as much a problem in the old days, of course. Some of us remember having only three channels on TV. That's right. Three. We're talking about the '80s here. So there was something unifying in the way we all sat down to watch the same news, all of it coming from the same point of view. Even if the point of view was retarded and wrong, even if some stories went criminally unreported, we at least all shared it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's over. There effectively is no "mass media" any more so, where before we disagreed because we saw the same news and interpreted it differently, now we disagree because we're seeing completely different freaking news. When we can't even agree on the basic facts, the differences become irreconcilable. That constant feeling of being at bitter odds with the rest of the world brings with it a tension that just builds and builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans used to have lots of natural ways to release that kind of angst. But these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. We feel worthless, because we actually are worth less.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There's one advantage to having mostly online friends, and it's one that nobody ever talks about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They demand less from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you emotionally support them, comfort them after a breakup, maybe even talk them out of a suicide. But knowing someone in meatspace adds a whole, long list of annoying demands. Wasting your whole afternoon helping them fix their computer. Going to funerals with them. Toting them around in your car every day after theirs gets repossessed by the bank. Having them show up unannounced when you were just settling in to watch the Dirty Jobs marathon on the Discovery channel, then mentioning how hungry they are until you finally give them half your sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have so much more control in Instant Messenger, or on a forum, or in World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is you are hard-wired by evolution to need to do things for people. Everybody for the last five thousand years seemed to realize this and then we suddenly forgot it in the last few decades. We get suicidal teens and scramble to teach them self-esteem. Well, unfortunately, self-esteem and the ability to like yourself only come after you've done something that makes you likable. You can't bullshit yourself. If I think Todd over here is worthless for sitting in his room all day, drinking Pabst and playing video games one-handed because he's masturbating with the other one, what will I think of myself if I do the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to break out of that black tar pit of self-hatred? Brush the black hair out of your eyes, step away from the computer and buy a nice gift for someone you loathe. Send a card to your worst enemy. Make dinner for your mom and dad. Or just do something simple, with an tangible result. Go clean the leaves out of the gutter. Grow a damn plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't rocket science; you are a social animal and thus you are born with little happiness hormones that are released into your bloodstream when you see a physical benefit to your actions. Think about all those teenagers in their dark rooms, glued to their PC's, turning every life problem into ridiculous melodrama. Why do they make those cuts on their arms? It's because making the pain-and subsequent healing-tangible releases endorphins they don't get otherwise. It's pain, but at least it's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That form of stress relief via mild discomfort used to be part of our daily lives, via our routine of hunting gazelles and gathering berries and climbing rocks and fighting bears. No more. This is why office jobs make so many of us miserable; we don't get any physical, tangible result from our work. But do construction out in the hot sun for two months, and for the rest of your life you can drive past a certain house and say, "Holy shit, I built that." Maybe that's why mass shootings are more common in offices than construction sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the kind of physical, dirt-under-your-nails satisfaction that you can only get by turning off the computer, going outdoors and re-connecting with the real world. That feeling, that "I built that" or "I grew that" or "I fed that guy" or "I made these pants" feeling, can't be matched by anything the internet has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, you know, this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-From http://www.cracked.com/article_15231_7-reasons-21st-century-making-you-miserable.html&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-823187382234003395?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/823187382234003395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=823187382234003395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/823187382234003395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/823187382234003395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/scientists-call-it-naked-photo-test-and.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6250010382829617394</id><published>2010-08-26T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T19:49:10.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/THZUfp6i-eI/AAAAAAAAABw/BQzHrt0YJpE/s1600/sad_bear_birthday_cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/THZUfp6i-eI/AAAAAAAAABw/BQzHrt0YJpE/s400/sad_bear_birthday_cave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509684096938473954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6250010382829617394?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6250010382829617394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6250010382829617394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6250010382829617394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6250010382829617394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/THZUfp6i-eI/AAAAAAAAABw/BQzHrt0YJpE/s72-c/sad_bear_birthday_cave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-3478696986879057243</id><published>2010-08-22T01:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:04:37.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was looking through IPO photos and suddenly felt nostalgic. It's really ironic that I'm missing the past 2 years even though I was and still am in the same place, with the same friends(?). But really, what was IP all about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in VS I definitely wasn't some outstanding or extremely bright student; both my PSLE and MSG told me that I had decent grades, wasn't exactly proactive during the days of VSCO, and definitely teachers thought I was 'meek' and 'introspective'. Then, I applied for VIP just for the experience(?)/for the fun of it. Waddled my way through the admission tests and interview, and somehow Mr Boy and gang thought that I'm a suitable dood for IP (for reasons unknown, as always). Of course, there were times when my parents thought IP students were too lax and they actually said a few times they regretted allowing me leave VS(!). So from then on, together with my inquisitiveness, I began seriously wondering: What the hell am I doing in IP? Lepak? Attain good grades then get my ass out of there? Or really to develop myself in other areas which I lack? The last one might seem like the boring and politically correct answer, but hey that's what I concluded, not during but after the 2 years spent. I might have realised it behind time, but really it's better late than never. So, you can say that during IP1 and IP2, I was like a blindfolded kid trying pin the donkey's tail on the wall, trying time and time again for the exact spot on the ass' ass (GET THE JOKE!), feeling around not aimlessly but definitely with great sense of uncertainty, yet having fun while at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, IP was definitely damn fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-3478696986879057243?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3478696986879057243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=3478696986879057243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3478696986879057243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3478696986879057243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/was-looking-through-ipo-photos-and.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8082282674692378600</id><published>2010-08-19T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:02:58.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A: Wah I damn tired today. Yesterday sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;B: Yea sia I also feel damn sleepy. &lt;br /&gt;A: I chiong PW yesterday. You leh?&lt;br /&gt;B: PW also. What time you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A: 2am. You what time sleep?&lt;br /&gt;B: 10.30&lt;br /&gt;A: Fuck you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic conversation :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-8082282674692378600?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8082282674692378600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=8082282674692378600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8082282674692378600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8082282674692378600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/wah-i-damn-tired-today.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5314197266421201746</id><published>2010-08-09T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:57:35.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is not a good time to start playing Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we been accused of being self-centred? If so, are we completely wrong to do so? I mean, there are messages everywhere telling us to defy the rules, live a life for ourselves and not follow in the shadows of the others. We work long and hard towards our personal goals, but is there a time when we neglect the people around us? They say that no man is an island, but how much can we depend on others to help us? We are all fiercely independent, or at least trying to be. OK my train of thoughts just abruptly ended here ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to WR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5314197266421201746?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5314197266421201746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5314197266421201746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5314197266421201746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5314197266421201746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-not-good-time-to-start-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2477360840621646840</id><published>2010-08-02T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:25:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friends or acquaintances? I guess we'll never really know unless the relationships get put to the test. Right now, I'm just gonna assume everyone's the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as a genuine thought which has been bugging me since the start of JC1, I really don't want to end up in the 50% of the cohort who don't get an A for PW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2477360840621646840?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2477360840621646840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2477360840621646840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2477360840621646840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2477360840621646840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/08/friends-or-acquaintances-i-guess-well.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5289613162588409218</id><published>2010-07-24T22:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:52:24.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My grades now spell BEADE/BADEE. Made more sense without the extra E. I really feel that I've underperformed this time round. I guess what my parents said were right, I shouldn't be complacent about studies, even though I'm from IP. This MYEs definitely wasn't my best effort. I lacked practice and started mugging way too late into June, which caused me to complete all of my papers at a snail's pace and making some of the dumbest mistakes I've ever seen. But we all know this isn't just a one time effort, and my attitudes during term time have also been dismal. Tutorials undone, zoning off during lesson time and talking cock during lectures. I guess of all these do really spell out in our grades. Well, all of these are over and definitely can't be altered anymore. Right now, I've been doing tutorials, some in advance. Even if it's stuff like Econs/GP, I think it's still worthwhile to write down some points even if it might be wrong. That's how we all learn, don't we? I've also been working my mind during lessons and lectures to make the most out of the limited time we have. In all, I really hope all of these culminates to desirable Promos results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today for speech day. To be honest, I felt that the reception duty was a waste of time. What really struck me was the awards-giving ceremony. As I saw familiar faces and friends going up on stage, sometimes I wonder: could that be me up on stage receiving that award instead? I'm pretty sure everyone feels the same way at some point too. But, for all the spectators, are we putting in enough effort and energy into what we believe that we can achieve? Are we all just satisfied to stagnate at our current states and not to constantly improve ourselves? Do we always find excuses to cover-up for our lack of drive and motivation? I think it's time for all of us, including me, to really reflect about what we want to attain in life, how we go about achieving that goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5289613162588409218?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5289613162588409218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5289613162588409218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5289613162588409218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5289613162588409218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-grades-now-spell-beadebadee.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-4765957569777298644</id><published>2010-07-19T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:28:00.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some guy wrote a book crticising the death penalty in Singapore. He got arrested and is probably gonna be charged for slander of the court. This is supression of free speech to the max. Reminds me of the quote: "I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it. " This is where Singapore flops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-4765957569777298644?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4765957569777298644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=4765957569777298644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4765957569777298644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4765957569777298644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-guy-wrote-book-crticising-death.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8599868773455225388</id><published>2010-07-18T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T12:28:25.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Inception was bloody good, even though it wasn't as much of a mindf@ck like shutter island but it still required a substantial amount of thinking. Now I'm so gonna try to have lucid dreams at night :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-8599868773455225388?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8599868773455225388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=8599868773455225388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8599868773455225388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8599868773455225388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/inception-was-bloody-good-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8647675372338774121</id><published>2010-07-09T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T21:11:40.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh fuck MYEs is now a major letdown, with maths being the sole consolation. I shall now make a promise: Work hard for promos, doing every single tutorial that I'm supposed to do, and remind myself I have 2 months to accomplish my target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-8647675372338774121?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8647675372338774121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=8647675372338774121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8647675372338774121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8647675372338774121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/argh-fuck-myes-is-now-major-letdown.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-304658165886767927</id><published>2010-07-04T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:09:38.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now the whole world's talking about how the Germans will plough through the World Cup even though nobody gave it the attention they deserved at the beginning. Spain will be a tough fight, especially since they lost to them at Euro 2008 finals. Even so, if in the situation where Germany loses, they won't let the Spaniards have an easy time at it. The Germans will play as a team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-304658165886767927?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/304658165886767927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=304658165886767927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/304658165886767927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/304658165886767927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-now-whole-worlds-talking-about-how.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6091484774985890906</id><published>2010-06-20T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:36:13.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I forget to mention that Germany was AWESOME?! :D I wanna go back to Berlin once more man, there are like many hidden stuff to uncover like the communist red traffic light man and loads of other stuff. Not to mention the Auschwitz extermination camp at Poland!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6091484774985890906?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6091484774985890906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6091484774985890906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6091484774985890906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6091484774985890906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-i-forget-to-mention-that-germany.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8413995098875248560</id><published>2010-06-20T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T14:29:43.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Onward for Midyears! Actually, you realise that most subjects are testing on just a few topics that we've already been tested before (e-assess, tests etc. This is mainly for physics). Maths is the exception yeah, all the topics plunked together. The problem is the difficulty and the depth of the questions that teachers are gonna set, which are all gonna be very tough. Guess it helps if you understand the stuff through and through yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-8413995098875248560?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8413995098875248560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=8413995098875248560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8413995098875248560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8413995098875248560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/06/onward-for-midyears-actually-you.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7848016108697738599</id><published>2010-05-16T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:12:19.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Suddenly had this idea as I was doing my GP maths tutorial. My sis and I used to argue about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/9 = 0.111...&lt;br /&gt;2/9 = 0.222... and so on until,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/9 = 0.888&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, can we conclude that 0.999... = 9/9 = 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I suddenly thought of it in terms of GP!&lt;br /&gt;0.999... is actually a GP in disguise. You can see it as: 0.9 + 0.09 + 0.009 + 0.0009 + ...&lt;br /&gt;which is equals to 9/10 + 9/100 + 9/1000 + 9/10000 + ... and goes on infinitely. (read: sum to infinity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also see that the common ratio here is simply 0.1 or 1/10, which is &lt; 1, which means we can use the simplified form of finding the sum of a convergent series!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First term: 9/10 or 0.9&lt;br /&gt;Common ratio: 1/10 or 0.1&lt;br /&gt;So sum to infinty is basically a/(1-r) = 0.9/(1-0.1) = 0.9/0.9 = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT yeah so I proved it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7848016108697738599?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7848016108697738599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7848016108697738599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7848016108697738599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7848016108697738599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/suddenly-had-this-idea-as-i-was-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7391017450534056191</id><published>2010-05-16T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:39:23.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Koped this from someone's status:&lt;div&gt;"All generalizations are false, including this one."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We aspire to attain something in our lives. When we finally accomplish them, then is it a given to seek out for more further goals, so as to add meaning to our lives? Rather, are our lives defined by how significant our goals are, or how meaningful the process of attaining the targets is? I guess this road is infinitely long and will probably be only limited by the length of our lifespans, making our lives more meaningful as we continue moving on. Just some thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7391017450534056191?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7391017450534056191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7391017450534056191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7391017450534056191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7391017450534056191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/05/koped-this-from-someones-status-all.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1819126433590169293</id><published>2010-01-10T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:29:23.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never knew how refreshing it was to walk along the road at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1819126433590169293?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1819126433590169293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1819126433590169293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1819126433590169293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1819126433590169293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-knew-how-refreshing-it-was-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8460043018240913483</id><published>2010-01-01T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T15:42:52.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realise, Apologise, Change, and Evolve. R.A.C.E. Basically a summary of our lives, a race. Do your best no matter how badly you've done before and try to improve every single moment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hello to those hardcore bloghoppers, a very happy new year. At least give me a shoutout if you're reading this, so that I'll know when to make this already dusty blog private.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-8460043018240913483?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8460043018240913483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=8460043018240913483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8460043018240913483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8460043018240913483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2010/01/realise-apologise-change-and-evolve.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6992009386421580809</id><published>2009-12-29T21:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:57:25.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopefully I won't get flamed due to my decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6992009386421580809?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6992009386421580809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6992009386421580809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6992009386421580809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6992009386421580809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopefully-i-wont-get-flamed-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5082260634780183546</id><published>2009-12-24T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:44:05.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Perhaps that's why I'm always trying to make it better, no matter how many times things just fucking screw themselves up. Yeah, that's gonna be my resolve. There, a new year's resolution, done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5082260634780183546?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5082260634780183546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5082260634780183546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5082260634780183546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5082260634780183546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/perhaps-thats-why-im-always-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6485737562153121996</id><published>2009-12-24T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:39:02.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Try living my life now. Fyi, it's like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6485737562153121996?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6485737562153121996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6485737562153121996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6485737562153121996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6485737562153121996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2009/12/try-living-my-life-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7161919900660830420</id><published>2009-11-23T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:10:33.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone interested to know how I feel about what's been going on this past 2 years should just come and ask me directly, really. You see, I'm not much of a blogging kinda dood :D That, unfortunately, would render this not-killing-you web useless, would it not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7161919900660830420?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7161919900660830420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7161919900660830420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7161919900660830420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7161919900660830420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-interested-to-know-how-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-3079271784072904443</id><published>2009-11-06T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:38:01.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn...The stray dog in me is dyed into my bones. I'm getting sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;All I do is howl at the stars, I ain't got the guts to leap at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will light a fire upon the fang that falls short, so that I neednt see that star,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that it shall not tear this throat of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-3079271784072904443?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3079271784072904443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=3079271784072904443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3079271784072904443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3079271784072904443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2009/11/whut.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2687589709515410827</id><published>2009-03-20T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:05:29.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/ScNAFG2kOFI/AAAAAAAAABo/wwRs3Mg7JHw/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/ScNAFG2kOFI/AAAAAAAAABo/wwRs3Mg7JHw/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315162441710319698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/ScM_yGVPSII/AAAAAAAAABg/NgEu-rBRqBY/s1600-h/06-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/ScM_yGVPSII/AAAAAAAAABg/NgEu-rBRqBY/s400/06-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315162115153021058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, it's stuff like these that keeps me addicted to bleach :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2687589709515410827?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2687589709515410827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2687589709515410827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2687589709515410827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2687589709515410827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2009/03/honestly-its-stuff-like-these-that.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/ScNAFG2kOFI/AAAAAAAAABo/wwRs3Mg7JHw/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6986467212949135277</id><published>2009-02-21T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:32:21.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me :D Pictures up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-3251126283157812883</id><published>2009-01-20T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:03:57.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn fucked up, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Leave, and I will be no better then a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;Stay, and I get drenched in all the shit for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-3251126283157812883?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3251126283157812883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=3251126283157812883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3251126283157812883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3251126283157812883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2009/01/damn-fucked-up-in-my-opinion.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2990597959458580402</id><published>2008-12-30T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:34:23.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After first period of the friendly match]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys were playing like *******! Seriously! And look at their goalkeeper. Can't even move to save a ball! And I think even ***** is much much better than that guy. At least he can block Better wake up your idea, guys, seriously! My face is like...don't know where to hide already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After the match]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, make sure when you are in the court, you give your 100%! Run, fight for the ball. Lose the ball, then get it back! Be hungry for the ball!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[The guys complete one set of suicide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys! Who are you playing for? "VJ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[Another set of suicide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you are in the court, who are you running for?" "VJ!"&lt;br /&gt;"Then you jolly well better show me how you are going to run in court!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[Another set of suicide, guys start to pant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is how you should be feeling when you sub out another player! Gasping for breath! Run for the ball!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[Another set of suicide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jog, jog, jog somemore! You want to run more rounds is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[Another set of suicide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still drop your stick? 20 push-ups, now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[Another set of suicide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VJ has always been an arrogant team. That is because we fight, run and play to win, and nothing else!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[Another set of suicide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys, tell me who are you playing for?" "VJ!"&lt;br /&gt;"Then show me that you are playing for VJ!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[Another set of suicide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"********! You like to lean on goalpost is it? You like the goalpost so much? Then you go run with the goalpost now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep* [Another set of suicide]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You call that running?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[After 15 or whattheheck lost count]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want all of you to be out of the court in 5...4...3...2...1! *** *****! Still in the court somemore?! Everybody get back in the court!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*[Another set of suicide, this time with every vulgarity and expletive I have ever known coursing through my mind]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5! 4!..."&lt;br /&gt;"EH GET OUT GET OUT!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Go cool down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Cool down has become my favourite word during trainings btw]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day in a life of a VJ floorballer. Erm some stuff were slightly edited though haha XD. And also, there's a reason why suicides have earned its name, which should be easily figured out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2990597959458580402?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2990597959458580402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2990597959458580402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2990597959458580402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2990597959458580402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-first-period-of-friendly-match.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7182514212305475216</id><published>2008-10-25T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:50:06.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm shall blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet the guys (alvin, elgin, clarence, rohan) at bugis at 1130.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there 45 mins late cos i freaking overslept! sorry ppl &gt;&lt; first time ah haha.&lt;br /&gt;AND I WAS LATER THAN ELGIN OMG HOW DID THAT HAPPEN XD&lt;br /&gt;So shopped around for jianghan's present.&lt;br /&gt;Got a formal pink-striped shirt for him haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to katong, met belated birthday boy and evan to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;Only played 3 games and got thrashed during one by alvin &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went around and started whacking each other's gluteus maximus.&lt;br /&gt;We later decided to follow rohan to airport with other indian scholars to send raj off.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, we didn't follow him.&lt;br /&gt;He left earlier while we were still playing pool and met him awhile later without evan.&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, thinking that we were almost late, that clown made us run in circles like dogs due to his lousy navigational skills.&lt;br /&gt;And we realised we weren't late.&lt;br /&gt;Makaned at BK, then sent raj off.&lt;br /&gt;The scholars took 36, alvin took 53, jianghan and clarence took 27, elgin and i took 24.&lt;br /&gt;We were trying to wave to each other in the buses -.-&lt;br /&gt;Haha fun day.&lt;br /&gt;Too many tags to reply! srry ppl! another time it will be then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7182514212305475216?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7182514212305475216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7182514212305475216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7182514212305475216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7182514212305475216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm-shall-blog-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-9151842640349187322</id><published>2008-09-19T21:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:03:45.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuff that were fun which happened,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2 days ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking cock in BK tm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for an almost perpetual latecomer on the MRT station platform&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spamming the aforementioned person with missed calls, blank smses and messages filled with crap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking cock again&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching some lousy movie with a failed storyline and the shittiest ending&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoying the above process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suanning the movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching a certain person laughing his ass out on the MRT while gaining the attention of other passengers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;1 day ago&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stoning at Whitesands macs and waiting for a certain person to budge his head from his pillow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing volleyball, touch rugby and soccer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screwing with the people in a crow-culling vehicle by pointing all our fingers towards the sky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cycling/Racing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on something that resembles flying fox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting a nutcase to pull the rope, run at full speed, release you, and make you fly up in the air&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching other people flying also because of the same nutcase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Climbing up a spiderweb and enjoying a view&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sliding a long slide to realise that there is bird shit on the way down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chionging back to the bike rental shop within 8 minutes to return the bicycles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing polar bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking cock over lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing pool in the games room of a condo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treating the games room as our house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching stupid people trying balance themselves on ball-like seats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing asshole taiti for 3-4 hours straight while screaming and shouting vulgarities&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing till your stomach pain because a pekcek person can never relegate from the asshole position no matter how hard he tries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching a bus leave a bus stop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running to the NEXT bus stop just to catch the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discussing about a certain person(s) secret desire on the bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting outside a petrol kiosk like delinquents and guzzling down a 1.5L root beer bottle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shining/dunking/wedgie-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing pillion rider in the swimming pool&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experiencing the sensation of the intoxication of the respiratory system by chlorinated water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making hell lots of noise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing at the security guard who told us that we couldn't stay in water because we were wearing pants and not swimming trunks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bastarding the residents who complained (and the security guard) about the above matter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing in a partially submerged playground (meant for little kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing asshole taiti AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah fun :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7219519813986479602</id><published>2008-09-18T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:13:57.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update tomorrow. It's going to be one of the longest posts u will see on this blog :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7219519813986479602?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7219519813986479602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7219519813986479602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7219519813986479602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7219519813986479602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-575211228111327610</id><published>2008-08-02T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:17:19.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog has been deadeadead for like dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to all the tags, dont really know how to reply after such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i shall tag on all of your blogs! haha&lt;br /&gt;But some other day, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are starting to get really hectic now.&lt;br /&gt;Especially with such a short time to EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;Argh feels like june hols all over again.&lt;br /&gt;This time the pressure is stronger and the time is shorter.&lt;br /&gt;Really trying very hard to find motivation dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Stress stress stress. I would be lying if i say im not feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;And im pretty sure many other ppl are feeling the same as well, if not worse.&lt;br /&gt;Just push through, and JIAYOU!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I saw a dog riding in a basket of a bicycle today O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-575211228111327610?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/575211228111327610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=575211228111327610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/575211228111327610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/575211228111327610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-blog-has-been-deadeadead-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6767333602723042425</id><published>2008-07-19T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:03:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally blogging, doria have a look at this haha.&lt;br /&gt;wow i havent blogged for 2 weeks alr.&lt;br /&gt;Shall start with review week results.&lt;br /&gt;My science papers were all below my expectations, especially physics.&lt;br /&gt;Failed chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Passed LA on the dot, but was pissed cos i couldnt complete the paper.&lt;br /&gt;History was kind of expected though.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, im putting in more effort for EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;Just seeking for improvements,  and not a fixed target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP floorball guys team got screwed, so went to join the girls' trainings.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to say i havent lost my touch after not playing for such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway good luck to all the ip girls floorball team for the ongoing league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into teaser 1 for indieventure.&lt;br /&gt;Teamed up with lynn, novia, manu and tanya.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, it felt like a normal project.&lt;br /&gt;Although manu provided lots of crap when i was working with him haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yea but could tell that everyone put in a lot of effort for the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;And congrats to group 5 and 6 members for winning (if anyone of them are reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's lighten up the mood a little.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking just learned how to play bridge two days ago LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then after every game, I would always ask 2 questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who is my partner?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did we win?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Haha noob eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;Yea but now im getting the game alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched batman ytd with annabel, bryan, charissa, elgin, enan, jaime, jianghan, lihui, manu, novia and yimeng.&lt;br /&gt;On 36 the guys watched 300 scenes on manu's ipod haha.&lt;br /&gt;At first elgin and jianghan had to go for LA remedial.&lt;br /&gt;So they thought they needed to chiong straightaway after that, so they cabbed to suntec.&lt;br /&gt;But then they actually wasted their taxi fare cos we chose a later movie timeslot.&lt;br /&gt;So they would have reached even without chionging haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bought bags of chips from carrefour and stuffed them into our bags.&lt;br /&gt;Spammed chips with yimeng and enan in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Yimeng provided LOTS of spoilers la haha&lt;br /&gt;Eg. I think the joker will confirm appear, the helicopter will go down first, he is TWOFACE! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Btw the joker is damn sadistic,  psychotic and mad.&lt;br /&gt;But it was him that made the movie such an enjoyable one haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha long post. Will reply tags later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6767333602723042425?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6767333602723042425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6767333602723042425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6767333602723042425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6767333602723042425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-blogging-doria-have-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1267052494957793580</id><published>2008-07-06T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:15:43.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa lots of unreplied tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakif - LOL power haha&lt;br /&gt;zf - paiseh la but i think that time u got extra boost to eat more, so confirm pwn me haha&lt;br /&gt;doria, hamai - yea haha. ok maybe i shouldnt have posted...&lt;br /&gt;Enan - haha srry but i think ur tags make no sense at all XD&lt;br /&gt;ashley - haha nice one. shall listen to u playing the guitar one day.&lt;br /&gt;janice - yea burned haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to work now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1267052494957793580?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1267052494957793580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1267052494957793580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1267052494957793580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1267052494957793580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoa-lots-of-unreplied-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5624112212082222689</id><published>2008-06-30T18:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:05:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to school today.&lt;br /&gt;"The Arts" for LA and I hope that I can understand the whole topic better.&lt;br /&gt;Got back maths paper, and I must say I'm happy with my results, but with lots of careless mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;To those who have not met their expectations, there is always the EOYs to prove the results of your hard work :)&lt;br /&gt;Indieventure week's (sp?) theme would be a bloody combination of LA and Maths.&lt;br /&gt;Dang i think the teachers purposely put 2 killer subjects together &gt;.&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb40/Ningkamput/4chan-1205927016422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb40/Ningkamput/4chan-1205927016422.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Ashley - Aiya 60+ plates only! whoops :x&lt;br /&gt;zf - ya cos u also sat next to the belt haha&lt;br /&gt;doria - hey nvm its ok haha&lt;br /&gt;enan - ok...throw stones again lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5624112212082222689?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5624112212082222689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5624112212082222689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5624112212082222689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5624112212082222689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5166069735094610585</id><published>2008-06-26T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:50:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES, Review week is finally over haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit i mugged so damn hard for LA,  yet I couldn't finish the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, at least I knew how to answer the questions using contents from notes so still quite happy yea.  miss chiam also told me that there was a different way in which i answered my questions yea haha&lt;br /&gt;For chem, i left out one question and one MCQ, but all the other questions were quite manageable.&lt;br /&gt;For bio, it was also manageable.&lt;br /&gt;For maths, it was relatively muchmuch easier than the previous two papers. Also, it was the first time in ip maths when i could handle the paper haha.&lt;br /&gt;For hcl, can pass can alr haha&lt;br /&gt;For physics, i didn't even have enough time to complete the damned paper, but i think can(not) pass la.&lt;br /&gt;For history, i just crapped and hoped for the best haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yea so as you all can see I'm quite happy with review week, except for LA and physics damn.&lt;br /&gt;Went to sakae buffet today.&lt;br /&gt;LOL cch, iggy, zf, jianghan, alvin and I ate 60+ plates of sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Damn power haha&lt;br /&gt;Bloody heck reached home and barely finished my dinner &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to bleach hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5166069735094610585?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5166069735094610585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5166069735094610585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5166069735094610585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5166069735094610585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes-review-week-is-finally-over-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5506772730666369470</id><published>2008-06-11T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:28:36.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes letting go isn't as bad as it seems :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do Lit assignment right now.&lt;br /&gt;Darn holidays are ending soon.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have enough time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5506772730666369470?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5506772730666369470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5506772730666369470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5506772730666369470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5506772730666369470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/06/sometimes-letting-go-isnt-as-bad-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8658743501171557821</id><published>2008-06-09T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:58:55.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok blogging since ashley asked me to post this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/SE1S2885L9I/AAAAAAAAABA/oVk7gm_E-mw/s1600-h/qpr16.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/SE1S2885L9I/AAAAAAAAABA/oVk7gm_E-mw/s400/qpr16.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209911447965478866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say, but I had a really good laugh after seeing this poster haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-8658743501171557821?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8658743501171557821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=8658743501171557821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8658743501171557821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8658743501171557821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-blogging-since-ashley-asked-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UZgNkcatP-8/SE1S2885L9I/AAAAAAAAABA/oVk7gm_E-mw/s72-c/qpr16.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1692561683711208737</id><published>2008-06-05T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:13:20.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;01. When was the last time you felt grateful with what you have?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday? Or it could even be everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. What disappoints you the most?&lt;br /&gt;When my best just isn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Where will you go if someone sponsors you a tour ticket?&lt;br /&gt;Germany. Haha I always have the impression that it's a damn nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. What’s your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;Lazing around on my bed and reading joke books with the air-con turned on at full blast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. If you can have one dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To protect someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Do you prefer a kiss or a hug?&lt;br /&gt;Hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Now: Give them to my parents&lt;br /&gt;Older: Invest and hope for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;br /&gt;Psychiatrist, Pilot or Medical researcher (haha that's a lot isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;Enan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talks a whole lot of crap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very sociable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinks a lot (is that good or bad?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishing an objective/goal/resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;People with absolutely no principles and morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you see yourself 10 years down the road?&lt;br /&gt;25. Hmm still studying in university?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Ability to bend space and time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Is there even anything unimportant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Any childhood memories you’ll like to re-live?&lt;br /&gt;From day 1  up till end of kindergarten. Dammit those were the days...where I'd be happy rolling a toy car throughout my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you have a chance to change your life now, what would you want to change?&lt;br /&gt;My attitude towards everything, positively of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which cartoon character you like most?&lt;br /&gt;Is bleach considered a cartoon? If so, Grimmjow. If not, it would be spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Do you think you're pretty/handsome?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: Remove 1 question from above, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are reading can try this out.  Now sticking to a 3o mins study, 30 mins relax regime. Well obviously now I have exceeded the slacking time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1692561683711208737?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1692561683711208737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1692561683711208737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1692561683711208737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1692561683711208737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/06/01.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1418682157421650785</id><published>2008-06-01T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:33:57.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaking bored doing chinese zuowen now.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher haven't returned us the books yet so typing it out on word first.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the internet and its temptations (or is it just me? yea it is me.)&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall stop here because I'm not progressing anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet miss chiam on tuesday for LA and mr lee on thursday for history option.&lt;br /&gt;This week hasn't really been productive.&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks left...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1418682157421650785?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1418682157421650785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1418682157421650785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1418682157421650785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1418682157421650785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/06/freaking-bored-doing-chinese-zuowen-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-4835254193469566241</id><published>2008-05-25T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:54:43.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Haha kudos to ashley for thinking up with the kickass quotes.&lt;br /&gt;Basically that is what you find in the mind of a guy who is crazily in love XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-4835254193469566241?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4835254193469566241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=4835254193469566241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4835254193469566241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4835254193469566241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/05/changed-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6381358692878109323</id><published>2008-05-24T14:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:29:59.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling dozy right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an eventful and interesting day, for details please go read the blogs of the people who are involved cos I'm lazy to type them out now :p&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have officially started.&lt;br /&gt;When there is a start, there is a change, and then finally there is an end.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is permanent.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this is the bitter truth we all have to accept.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has to come to a stop, even good times.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I shall make full use of this time to sharpen all the aspects of my life, before holidays finally end.&lt;br /&gt;Ok shall stop at here cos if I continue further I will &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;sound&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; emo, even though all these words are just representations of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Haha was blog-hopping just now when I saw this on manu's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label1"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label3"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label8"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather accurate haha.&lt;br /&gt;Enan I was NOT CONNED cos for this quiz you need to answer questions, and not justify the results with stuff like your birthday LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I'm watching Mr Bean's Holiday right now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb40/Ningkamput/poster36439049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb40/Ningkamput/poster36439049.jpg" alt="" 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/2837595328701588117-6381358692878109323?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6381358692878109323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6381358692878109323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6381358692878109323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6381358692878109323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-dozy-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1926630883314962425</id><published>2008-05-10T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:41:38.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to blog since I got bored waiting for "墨攻" to buffer on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Today was meet-the-parents session.&lt;br /&gt;My parents (and I) finally got to see my &lt;u&gt;wonderful&lt;/u&gt; CA results collated together in my report book.&lt;br /&gt;Damn my overall is below average.&lt;br /&gt;In order to hit that so-called benchmark, I have to gain around 4.8 marks for each subject.&lt;br /&gt;NO that is not my target.&lt;br /&gt;The next time I get my report book, I want to see my overall hitting at least 65.&lt;br /&gt;That's about an increase of 6 marks per subject.&lt;br /&gt;First off, I will work on passing LA.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Miss Chiam is also willing to assist me.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1926630883314962425?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1926630883314962425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1926630883314962425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1926630883314962425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1926630883314962425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-decided-to-blog-since-i-got-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8053113594776397043</id><published>2008-05-06T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T23:48:51.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHO HOO long time never post&lt;br /&gt;SHIT i need major help for LA.&lt;br /&gt;And videomaniac really sucks to the core right now.&lt;br /&gt;They teach us some BASIC stuff, then throw us an assignment which they think should be of high quality.&lt;br /&gt;Please, they don't really teach stuff, and worse still the teachers think that we have lousy attitude when they can't even capture our slightest attention.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the fellow videomaniac ppl agree with me to a large extent.&lt;br /&gt;Damn I hope that physiology would be much better, and luckily videomaniac's going to end soon.&lt;br /&gt;SIAN AH.&lt;br /&gt;CA results are out and i can only say that i have a WIDE range of grades.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously DAMN HUGE gap sia.&lt;br /&gt;Must.do.my.best.for.review.week&lt;br /&gt;Let.me.start.putting.in.effort.from.this.moment.onwards&lt;br /&gt;Sian have been ponning floorball cos of the stupid project dammit.&lt;br /&gt;luckily there's a friendly on thurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb40/Ningkamput/takeanumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb40/Ningkamput/takeanumber.jpg" alt="" 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/2837595328701588117-8053113594776397043?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8053113594776397043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=8053113594776397043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8053113594776397043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8053113594776397043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-hoo-long-time-never-post-shit-i.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2585209462107459205</id><published>2008-04-30T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:36:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARRGH i fell sick ytd.&lt;br /&gt;During physics lesson i was feeling damn cold and my fingernails and lips went purple O.o&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go home asap after lessons ended, but realised that i had difficulty balancing myself sia.&lt;br /&gt;Then Clarence accompanied me and did some saikang for me haha.&lt;br /&gt;So i slept and slept until 4+, then cabbed home.&lt;br /&gt;Slept and slept, went to see doctor blabla.&lt;br /&gt;Ate some super strong medicine and my fever went down after some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Now slacking at home, damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, im off now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2585209462107459205?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2585209462107459205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2585209462107459205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2585209462107459205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2585209462107459205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/04/arrgh-i-fell-sick-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5550620019396344228</id><published>2008-04-21T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:52:43.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Change of IH lessons today!&lt;br /&gt;Had Lit lecture. The lecturer damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt use the microphone. Then, about 20 minutes into the lesson, someone from 13 (who is rather far from the teacher) requested him to use the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like, "WHAT THE HELL?! YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T HEAR ME FOR THE PAST 20 MINUTES?!"&lt;br /&gt;Joke sia XD&lt;br /&gt;Then IH history war &amp;amp; peace was DAMN fun and interesting sia.&lt;br /&gt;Battle tactics and war scenes etc. cool stuff sia.&lt;br /&gt;During double break, rochelle did a damn funny thing which kept me laughing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;Lol rochelle if you read this and if u don't like me to put this up jus say so.&lt;br /&gt;Then doria, benita and her were like asking me damn weird questions.&lt;br /&gt;During PE, the guys did NAPFA 5 stations today.&lt;br /&gt;Quite happy with my overall results la, but i guess for each station i didn't perform my best.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cos i slept late for the past few days &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had floorball training at KC.&lt;br /&gt;haha damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;kk off now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5550620019396344228?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5550620019396344228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5550620019396344228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5550620019396344228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5550620019396344228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/04/change-of-ih-lessons-today-had-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8583918410339158463</id><published>2008-04-19T13:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:10:56.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kk jus a quick post b4 i start chionging geog.&lt;br /&gt;Went for floorball prac this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Bleah i didnt play very well, kept letting passes slip by me and making sloppy shots &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, Enan, Andre and I met Clarence at the rifle range.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus, Iggy joined us.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Bedok KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad Iggy couldnt go with us.&lt;br /&gt;haha actually i didnt want to go, but Clarence promised to treat me so yea XD&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat down, started talking cock and screwing each other.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny, never laughed so much in such a long time.&lt;br /&gt;We saw one bloody crazy guy. He think he's from Street fighter sia.&lt;br /&gt;He kept on pointing, talking and fighting with his "imaginary friend".&lt;br /&gt;Lol then we watch him like some free show.&lt;br /&gt;Clarence was tempted to take a video of that guy. joke sia.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, back to geog haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb40/Ningkamput/power_off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb40/Ningkamput/power_off.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol wth depressing announcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ENAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2385906018923243623</id><published>2008-04-09T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:57:37.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My maths is...screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, whenever test come i screw up like its the only thing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;Ok no point complaining about it.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had floorball meeting after 2 weeks of break.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the girls lost 26-0 against the Merahans.&lt;br /&gt;To any floorball girl reading this post, jus rmbr to work much harder next year yea? =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that you all didnt train hard, but still...&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the captains and mr chow gave some talks, and we were informed that training would start again soon.&lt;br /&gt;YES at least comp is over so trainings would not be so frequent.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so at first Enan, Sakif and I wanted to go home but it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Only Enan and I brought umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered that I had to go to International Idol.&lt;br /&gt;I also thought of my bio test.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was in a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, one worker wanted to borrow Enan's umbrella so that he could take something from dunnowhere.&lt;br /&gt;LOL anyway so while we waited, Clarence and Chiah Hock came from air rifle.&lt;br /&gt;I told clarence that he also had to go for international idol, but he said he wanted to study for bio test.&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to ask Miss Chua  for permission to be excused.&lt;br /&gt;Then Ignatius and samuel also came over to us, then the we were just standing there waiting for Enan's umbrella to be returned.&lt;br /&gt;Enan made one DAMN FUNNY comment. lol if you want to hear it can ask from me personally.&lt;br /&gt;When the umbrella was back, the whole bunch of us minus chiah hock took 31.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the bus ride, miss chua replied me, and it was quite obvious that she didnt take the bio test for an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we decided to alight and take a bus back to vj.&lt;br /&gt;Talked alot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;International Idol was rather enjoyable and entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;Saw LOTS of stuff we thought that we shouldnt have saw.&lt;br /&gt;Reach home at ard 830?&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner and shower I started crash course for bio.&lt;br /&gt;KK shall continue updating later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2385906018923243623?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2385906018923243623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2385906018923243623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2385906018923243623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2385906018923243623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-maths-is.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-7123958376769038196</id><published>2008-04-06T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:17:14.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KK finally changed skin.&lt;br /&gt;and my "Don't Click here" button has become a weird black colour.&lt;br /&gt;But if you manage to find it, click it! :)&lt;br /&gt;BB go slp now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-7123958376769038196?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/7123958376769038196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=7123958376769038196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7123958376769038196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/7123958376769038196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/04/kk-finally-changed-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1692726782124846448</id><published>2008-04-04T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:47:47.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm never felt so free before since comp ended just this monday.&lt;br /&gt;Shall put this "extra" time to good and efficient use.&lt;br /&gt;OH YA forgot to mention that i changed table, currently sitting with Elgin, Rochelle, Benita and Doria.&lt;br /&gt;SOME of my tablemates leech like free sia, copy hw like photocopier liddat.&lt;br /&gt;Haha to SOME of these ppl (u noe who u r), no offence to u la jk onli.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, ytd was vs sports day.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kapor flag and sat with Edwin and Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;Ashley was playing Bleach on psp haha.&lt;br /&gt;Lol Edwin went back to his violent nature.&lt;br /&gt;Talked alot of crap.&lt;br /&gt;Asked me a truckload of LAME qns (you wouldnt want to hear them)&lt;br /&gt;Then saw Weijian, Zun (i didn't see him he shouted "YIJIE!!!" and waved dramatically at me with a damn big smile lolx), Yongkang, Sudhar, Nigel and Yongxuan.&lt;br /&gt;Also met some VSCO ppl.&lt;br /&gt;How sad, couldn't get to meet all the 2G'07 ppl haiz...&lt;br /&gt;but I'M SURE some of them ponned/zao la lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, then i went home (saw amy and kaien emoing up in the treehouse over their loss), slacked ard abit, then WANTED to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Then my sis kope the com so in the end couldnt blog so blogging now haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing Hui: Hello :) Thanks for tagging haha&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle: lol poking is now ur favourite hobby eh? and there's a reason why i'm hooked onto bleach u noe?&lt;br /&gt;Doria: Haha yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up. This has just gotten...SO DAMN FUN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1692726782124846448?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1692726782124846448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1692726782124846448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1692726782124846448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1692726782124846448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmm-never-felt-so-free-before-since.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-541961804307781926</id><published>2008-04-02T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T17:19:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleah dammit&lt;br /&gt;Got back chinese test and FAILED.&lt;br /&gt;Did maths test and almost confirm fail.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT i onli could do one part of a qn, the rest are there with all the incompleted workings and hoping for method marks.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;Chionging chem now bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-541961804307781926?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/541961804307781926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=541961804307781926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/541961804307781926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/541961804307781926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/04/bleah-dammit-got-back-chinese-test-and.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6732154540405199455</id><published>2008-03-31T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:17:39.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAH today floorball match play until damn SHIOK.&lt;br /&gt;Even though we lost pitifully with a score of 13-2 =.=&lt;br /&gt;But, what do to? Eastview sia.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm at least my line (Kai liang, Lavan, collin and me)  conceded the least goals heh.&lt;br /&gt;We are considered fortunate that it didn't end up like the Merahans match.&lt;br /&gt;WHHOOTS comp finally over (kena kicked out la, if not what else haiz)&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, time to revert back to mugger mode (yea rite as if i was even a mugger before)&lt;br /&gt;LA, maths and chem are yelling, "OI GET ME DONE NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Kk get back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/do-not-take-this-flyer-down.jpg" alt="Funny Pictures" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6732154540405199455?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6732154540405199455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6732154540405199455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6732154540405199455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6732154540405199455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/03/wah-today-floorball-match-play-until.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-3745676438141552826</id><published>2008-03-28T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T22:54:34.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm today was rather slack, which is like DAMN RARE.&lt;br /&gt;Except that i almost dozed off during IH, cos i stayed up until 2 to finish biocarrot.&lt;br /&gt;Im not some hardcore nocturnal animal who can tahan an imba 0 hours of sleep (looks around me, sees many guilty faces).&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, heard that many vs guys went back to collect the yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;So i dragged clarence along with me to collect it.&lt;br /&gt;Then in vs we met sakif.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked ard the whole school, including our previous classes.&lt;br /&gt;LOL both of them damn drama.&lt;br /&gt;"I USED TO SIT THERE!" that kind of stuff haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked past the hall, realised that the floorball ppl were having training.&lt;br /&gt;Met Ashley, Afi and Bing Yu (?! i didnt know he was goalkeeper sia lol).&lt;br /&gt;Haiz didnt see Haziq cos he &lt;s&gt;pon&lt;/s&gt; left training early.&lt;br /&gt;We then played around a bit, yea then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm training tmrw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-3745676438141552826?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3745676438141552826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=3745676438141552826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3745676438141552826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3745676438141552826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/03/hmm-today-was-rather-slack-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-9010296746398741672</id><published>2008-03-27T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:52:21.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Floorball training at valhall till 7+.&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun sia.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home with Enan.&lt;br /&gt;Talked with clarence on the phone. VERY ENTERTAINING lol.&lt;br /&gt;Talked cock all the way throughout the bus journey sia.&lt;br /&gt;Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Sian no bleach this week &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-9010296746398741672?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/9010296746398741672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=9010296746398741672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/9010296746398741672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/9010296746398741672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/03/floorball-training-at-valhall-till-7.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5679632807650613850</id><published>2008-03-26T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:32:28.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read back on my previous posts, just realised that they are rather...depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Not that im being negative or anything, but it's just that there are few things that there are worth being joyful about.&lt;br /&gt;FEW,  not NONE.&lt;br /&gt;OK gonna be a short post.&lt;br /&gt;Currently chiong bio carrot assignment now.&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw there's training at valhall.&lt;br /&gt;Jheng and Jared are so gonna screw us cos... well we sort of disappointed them.&lt;br /&gt;KK gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;Ashley: haha kk i NOE ur line damn pro. no the jerseys are damn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Yunita: Been there, screwed it &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle: lol cos u slow ma =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5679632807650613850?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5679632807650613850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5679632807650613850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5679632807650613850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5679632807650613850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/03/read-back-on-my-previous-posts-just.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-8026380682806134487</id><published>2008-03-18T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T21:59:38.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back LA results.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I screwed 2 out 2 of tests.&lt;br /&gt;And the results aren't respectable AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;And Enan got like 23/30?&lt;br /&gt;Btw gratz man, it isn't a piece of cake getting that kind of imba results =P&lt;br /&gt;At 11+ am, changed into our &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; jerseys and shorts, and got on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Reached ITE macpherson at ard 12.&lt;br /&gt;Warmed up abit, had some last minute tactics (not that there are many but still...) revision and pep-talk.&lt;br /&gt;Lost 3-4 haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i was reserve, cos Kaiyi cant play and Thaiyong had to replace him so we had 3 lines + 3 people with no line.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Enan and kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;Enan sad case sia, didn't get to play at all, while i played a bit for the last period.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to classroom, vented anger abit and went home.&lt;br /&gt;Next match on thur, against Bukit Merah Sec (crap the first skilled team we will be facing)&lt;br /&gt;and ZOMGWTF VS PWNED BEATLEY SEC &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW SCARY IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK GUYS U BE MY WITNESSES&lt;br /&gt;FOR TERM 2, I AM GOING TO PASS EVERY TEST THROWN INTO MY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS NOT EMPTY TALK.&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING TO WORK HARD DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;WASTED TOO MUCH TIME.&lt;br /&gt;WRRROARRRRR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-8026380682806134487?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/8026380682806134487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=8026380682806134487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8026380682806134487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/8026380682806134487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/03/got-back-la-results.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6701896865482434113</id><published>2008-03-17T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:13:09.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO! UPDATE!&lt;br /&gt;WRRROAARRR Floorball match against Ping Yi Sec Sch!&lt;br /&gt;whoo shit I think i would be VERY HAPPY even if our team manages a tie since our experience in floorball pales in comparison with other teams haha.&lt;br /&gt;Baik ar get to skip lessons tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG now bleach anime is gonna rock.&lt;br /&gt;Watch it yea? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/Banned_From_K-Mart.jpg" alt="Funny Pictures" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6701896865482434113?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6701896865482434113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6701896865482434113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6701896865482434113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6701896865482434113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/03/boo-update-wrrroaarrr-floorball-match.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-1112681717916820087</id><published>2008-02-28T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:02:24.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>is it just me, OR IS WEEK 9 GOING TO END????!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok barely scraped past/survived this dreaded week.&lt;br /&gt;Damn relaxed now, but i screwed every single test and assignment i've done.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...srsly need to learn good time/energy management.&lt;br /&gt;Btw i found out that com lab is a very good place to chiong ur assignments which must be done on the com.&lt;br /&gt;Crapp fell down during floorball training.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh i damn noob.&lt;br /&gt;kk short post bb for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-1112681717916820087?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/1112681717916820087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=1112681717916820087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1112681717916820087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/1112681717916820087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-it-just-me-or-is-week-9-going-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2256625662876083616</id><published>2008-02-25T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:31:30.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOTSHIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;Currently chionging chem ppt.&lt;br /&gt;Came back from floorball training at ard 830.&lt;br /&gt;HAD COURT TRAINING IN VS!!! WOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;YES my good old trusty Nokia 6288 has reported back from MC.&lt;br /&gt;No need to use my old Motorola L6.&lt;br /&gt;My mum helped me collect from the Nokia centre in Century Sq.&lt;br /&gt;So today had Geog and Maths tests.&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky in geog, since the stuff that i studied had fortunately came out in the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Maths is super duper screwed up, think i will get ard 5 or 6 out of 12.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Sian havent mug for LA yet.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to burn my midnight oil liaoz.&lt;br /&gt;Long time never burn LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz bb now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2256625662876083616?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2256625662876083616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2256625662876083616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2256625662876083616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2256625662876083616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/02/wootshit-currently-chionging-chem-ppt.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5831279167483326100</id><published>2008-02-24T11:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:34:05.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...after reading my previous post, i realise that if i'm gonna use this attitude to treat the 4 years of IP, I'm gonna DIE.&lt;br /&gt;Yea so basically term1 is screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;But it was due to my lack of time-management, procastination etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;So it was a good learning lesson for me.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz...post pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/birds-poop-every-15-minutes.jpg" alt="Funny Pictures" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-3202272397080712558</id><published>2008-02-23T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:27:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;What a week.&lt;br /&gt;My head's gonna burst any moment.&lt;br /&gt;Too much stuff to juggle.&lt;br /&gt;Floorball training always ends at ard 6+, then reach home at 7+&lt;br /&gt;And its thrice a week.&lt;br /&gt;Not that i'm complaining, but it's really draining my reserves inside out.&lt;br /&gt;And now that the team is going to take part in b div comp (yea wtv), and since we are so damned inexperienced, we are going to get trashed and owned.&lt;br /&gt;So what i can expect are more PTs and more trainings.&lt;br /&gt;Also i  hardly have enough time to revise my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;All the content-heavy subjects are going to be tested all at once nxt week.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously i have no idea how the hell am i going to manage.&lt;br /&gt;And today, the physics test.&lt;br /&gt;I actually forgot how to find the gradient of a graph.&lt;br /&gt;And i screwed up the other questions as well.&lt;br /&gt;So hello sucky results for Physics CA1.&lt;br /&gt;Also there's the Pahang trip donations collections.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, when the boxes are empty it feels so damn demoralising.&lt;br /&gt;Like, i don't have the motivation to continue what i'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;APOSHPOAJSHOAJSOPJSAOPAKWPDIUASNQN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm writing my sandaitongtang essay.&lt;br /&gt;i srsly hope i can get it over and done with quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Week 9 is going to be a looooooong week.&lt;br /&gt;I like to call it a shit week.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it during the enjoyable moments, time flies so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;And why is it during the unhappy moments, time grounds to a halt?&lt;br /&gt;Haiz....&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to my rants and complaints.&lt;br /&gt;gtg now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-3202272397080712558?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/3202272397080712558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=3202272397080712558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3202272397080712558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/3202272397080712558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5142295677272843349</id><published>2008-02-20T18:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T19:11:28.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is tomorrow my birthday? LOL&lt;br /&gt;What a birthday. Still need to mug for tests and chiong assignments. Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today i woke up feeling damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Tried to mug ting xie in the bus but kept dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to canteen to paste footprints leading to the donation booth.&lt;br /&gt;After that i found myself announcing to the whole IP cohort O.O&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS TING XIE. ZOMG&lt;br /&gt;I was like prepared to flunk sia, but then my table mates very the co-operative, if you know what i mean :D&lt;br /&gt;After chinese was Bio.&lt;br /&gt;Did an experiment which we had to submerge blocks of colour/pH indicator jelly(agar) into HCl.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the blocks to change colour, i chopped up the agar into mush.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, MUSH. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Went down with the laptop during second break just to find out that our both had been KOPED.&lt;br /&gt;sjdfhajsldhls.&lt;br /&gt;Physics was as lame/interesting as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Then stayed back for two periods for IH.&lt;br /&gt;Stoned back home.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN how i long for the pahang trip/march hols.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all i need is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/stress.jpg" alt="Funny Pictures" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5142295677272843349?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5142295677272843349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5142295677272843349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5142295677272843349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5142295677272843349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-tomorrow-my-birthday-lol-what.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-2588595501665237008</id><published>2008-02-03T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T16:57:08.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rohan is stuck on calling me "eetiyea" cos thats what he THINKS he hears everybody calling me. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway ytd went to chinatown to shop/walk ard with family.&lt;br /&gt;SO DAMN BLOODY CROWDED there.&lt;br /&gt;Went to one shopping centre (forgot the name) and bought some snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at the ridiculously HUGE hawker centre (i lost my way in there once, i swear)&lt;br /&gt;Then went to OG.&lt;br /&gt;Walk walk walk, wanted to buy a jacket but some are so damn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw one father buying a pair of shoes for his son.&lt;br /&gt;The cashier took out a pair of black Adidas street soccer shoes, and they are just slightly larger than my hand. ZOMGWTF&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went up to toys section (hehehe) and bought a Rubik's cube XD&lt;br /&gt;YES mastered the skill of solving the first layer WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;Chionging Chem right now. Bye....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-2588595501665237008?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/2588595501665237008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=2588595501665237008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2588595501665237008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/2588595501665237008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/02/rohan-is-stuck-on-calling-me-eetiyea.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-4329316074078007399</id><published>2008-01-20T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:34:13.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the sake of doing CPR on my blog, I shall put this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tan Yi Jie Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite true...to a certain extent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-4329316074078007399?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4329316074078007399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=4329316074078007399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4329316074078007399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4329316074078007399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-sake-of-doing-cpr-on-my-blog-i.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-4089044098244940314</id><published>2008-01-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:43:15.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BAHHH!!!! SHALL UPDATE MY BLOG COS SOME PPL PESTERING ME TO DO SO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just replying tags...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elgin: Obviously...XDXD&lt;br /&gt;Joel: OK&lt;br /&gt;Janice: yea i noe&lt;br /&gt;weeb: IM NOT FLIRTING&lt;br /&gt;ash!ey: UPDATED ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Doria: lol same here too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-4089044098244940314?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4089044098244940314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=4089044098244940314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4089044098244940314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4089044098244940314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/01/bahhh-shall-update-my-blog-cos-some-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-438062622002769848</id><published>2008-01-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:13:28.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left home around 0930 for senior-junior outing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that I was going to be very early &gt;&lt;. Around Lavender MRT station, I SMSed Elgin and asked him where he was. Crazy/kiasu/insomniac guy said that he was at Dhoby Ghaut O.o Reached Harbourfront MRT to find him stoning/sitting against a wall. Then suddenly Chia Hock appeared behind me. So we waited, and then one by one everybody arrived. While waiting we TRIED to pump Evan's hopelessly deflated soccer ball. Took the monorail from Vivocity. Played a bit of volleyball, then some of the seniors decided to dunk Ren Jie(senior). We tried, but he was A BIT heavy. Then some schmuck asked, "Who's the lightest guy here?" They all looked at ME. I ran, and Elgin gave chase. After 200m or so, he arm-locked me and the rest of the guys grabbed each of my limb and chucked me into the sea &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, everybody voluntarily walked into the water, except for the girls.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT sand went into my pockets and IN MY PANTS&lt;br /&gt;Blah Blah and more ppl arrived.&lt;br /&gt;We played monkey frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;After that we played soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Then played some game called (roughly translated) "Where's my 20-cent coin?"&lt;br /&gt;Had a sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;Then blah blah went to Vivocity Banquet and had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Reached the Fountain of Wealth LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when the fun began.&lt;br /&gt;The dancing was  -okay-.&lt;br /&gt;Then there were the trains.&lt;br /&gt;I ran and ran and ran and ran.&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl poked us, formed a bridge to block our movements, and some STUPID PPL TRIED TO PULL DOWN MY PANTS!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, running around yelling out cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Run, cheer, yell until around 9+&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at ard 11+. LATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newmedia.funnyjunk.com/pictures/pwnd.jpg" border="0" alt="Funny Pictures" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-438062622002769848?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/438062622002769848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=438062622002769848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/438062622002769848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/438062622002769848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-6296489804030741218</id><published>2007-12-31T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:00:00.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-6296489804030741218?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/6296489804030741218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=6296489804030741218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6296489804030741218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/6296489804030741218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-5344375043879098991</id><published>2007-12-30T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:38:53.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOTS!!! Now updating on IPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;Reached the electives hub on time.&lt;br /&gt;Found that many ppl were already seated there.&lt;br /&gt;Girls outnumber boys by, what, 2:1 O.o&lt;br /&gt;If they start riot, we confirm lose. &gt;&lt;&gt;.&lt;) were in one group and our PSL was Neha.&lt;br /&gt;There were quite a couple of games though, and i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;But I only remember the face-in-the-flour game.&lt;br /&gt;They put skitties inside a tray, buried them with a ton of flour, and topped it with whipped cream so that the flour would stick together.&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn, it was damn difficult to find the bloody piece of candy with only my face.&lt;br /&gt;When i finally found it, all the flour, cream and shit went into my nostrils, mouth and covered my whole face. O.O&lt;br /&gt;We were the last in 08v11 to complete. T-T&lt;br /&gt;Went home, felt DAMN tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;When i reached the electives hub, we were given a piece of rafia string.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were told that these would be our lifelines when we were playing the game called "pirates". O.o&lt;br /&gt;We had to do forfeits so that we could get materials to build the boats.&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, we could just steal other people's lifelines and exchange them for stuff.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, our boat was DAMN steady.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to electives hub, stoned there. Watched Samuel(and other ppl) play with Rubik's cube.&lt;br /&gt;After that played Dai Dee.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was wet games.&lt;br /&gt;But our group didnt do tug-of-war T-T&lt;br /&gt;HEHE had fun with a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched those people around me XD&lt;br /&gt;Cant remember much.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;The Indian Scholars finally arrived.&lt;br /&gt;Again, we were given a lifeline, but this time it was a clothes peg.&lt;br /&gt;This time, i clipped it on my shoulder and held on to it.&lt;br /&gt;The first game was to blow up balloons, spray shaving cream on them, and shave the shaving cream off (without bursting the balloons of course).&lt;br /&gt;SHIT i couldnt blow a balloon. (although now i can)&lt;br /&gt;Then someone had to hold a basket and another person has to throw tennis balls into a basket from distance.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to thread rubber bands to form a skipping rope and have 5 ppl jump 5 times over it.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least we had to pour water into a bucket from a certain distance.&lt;br /&gt;Wah lau, the Indian guy (Rohan) was damn strong.&lt;br /&gt;He leaned forward like so many times (with us guys holding him of course) and he didnt feel tired at all.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah we could also steal lifelines XD.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt steal, wasnt that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Whoa shit Jianghan stole dunno how many lifelines from other classes.&lt;br /&gt;Got one girl damn despo.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to grab my lifeline ( i wasnt holding it at that time), but managed to grab it back in time.&lt;br /&gt;Then she chased after me for damn long.&lt;br /&gt;Then one PSL (i think its Kevin or Adriel) stepped in and said to the girl, "Do you have a lifeline?"&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Noooooooooooo..." and got dragged away to jail.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;YEAH we came in first.&lt;br /&gt;Got one humongous hamper.&lt;br /&gt;After debrief, cheers blahblah, we left for class lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We (guys) suggested that we go to Siglap KFC since there would be less people there (compared to PP)&lt;br /&gt;We decided to walk there, but the girls didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;We walked, and then the girls had no choice to follow XD&lt;br /&gt;when we were walking we saw 13 driving to the bus-stop ahead of us (the girls were like 200+metres behind us).&lt;br /&gt;We ran after the bus, and got up XD.&lt;br /&gt;Elgin told the bus uncle to wait for them.&lt;br /&gt;One by one, they boarded the bus.&lt;br /&gt;We realised that we just had to alight at the next bus-stop O.o&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Siglap KFC.&lt;br /&gt;Shared Buddy Meal with Clarence.&lt;br /&gt;The girls kept passing food to us O.o&lt;br /&gt;Then after that Elgin, Jianghan, Clarence, Alvin, Evan, Rochelle, Fiona, Janice, Amy, Kimberley and I went Fiona's house to take a basketball and a bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;Actually its just Janice and Fiona who went up to take the stuff while we waited for them at the lift lobby.&lt;br /&gt;Jianghan screwed up the lift for them XD.&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball, damn long time never play.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway thru Evan went back.&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls also left.&lt;br /&gt;Left us guys to play. Played in the rain till 2+.&lt;br /&gt;WOOT DAMN FUN&lt;br /&gt;ENJOYED IPO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-5344375043879098991?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/5344375043879098991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=5344375043879098991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5344375043879098991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/5344375043879098991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2007/12/woots-now-updating-on-ipo.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2837595328701588117.post-4257901898588261390</id><published>2007-12-27T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:04:38.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bloody tired.&lt;br /&gt;shall update on IPO on sat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2837595328701588117-4257901898588261390?l=not-killing-you.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/feeds/4257901898588261390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2837595328701588117&amp;postID=4257901898588261390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4257901898588261390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2837595328701588117/posts/default/4257901898588261390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://not-killing-you.blogspot.com/2007/12/bloody-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>HI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18168445924815418682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
