<?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-3156870376151482184</id><updated>2012-02-10T02:50:08.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Shades of Gray.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-520837986269925933</id><published>2009-12-03T21:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:30:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Values.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before reading this post, take your time, sit down and read it slowly cuz it's pretty long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/300/c/7/Sunburst_in_Cattus_Island_by_RakelClark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 561px; height: 374px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/300/c/7/Sunburst_in_Cattus_Island_by_RakelClark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sunburst in Cattus Island&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week into my attachment, and again, a lot of time to myself, I've started to notice things I haven't before. Guess I never really had a chance to notice these things with my old schedule. In a world of kiasu-ness and where paychecks become the driving force of most people's lives (or so I think), I find people or rather strangers that favour values. It's not so much that they favour values over money but I guess they're not as fortunate as some of us  but heck, they make an honest living anyway - which counts. I saw an elderly woman boarding the bus from the bus stop during a heavy downpour. There were ample seats but she was carrying a lot of bags with an umbrella that was wet. She didn't know where to keep her umbrella but the bus conductor took it from her and placed it on the dashboard of the bus. After which, the conductor smiled and shared a joke with the elderly lady. I guess you had to be there to witness it la but it was nice to see that people have not forgotten their values. Values that we have been thought to embrace while growing up just cuz its the right thing to do. The HUMAN thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You might know, or might not lol, that I've been attached to a hospital. Today I made a visit to a few wards visiting the young and the old. I was in the ward of the newborn babies and had to run some tests to see if they had jaundice or a G-6-P deficiency? I'm not too sure but I know we were checking for jaundice. Was just wondering what the babies would achieve in their lifetime. Day by day, diary entry after diary entry, triumph after triumph, defeat after defeat. Life literally waiting for the newborn to experience. People to meet, lives to save, basically a life to live. A joyous mood I was feeling, for these babies only had the best to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs50/i/2009/311/e/8/Signs_by_RakelClark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 446px;" src="http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs50/i/2009/311/e/8/Signs_by_RakelClark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Signs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to visit the ward for the elderly. The first few steps I took into the ward, the mood changed. It became really really sad. I think I visited 5 wards but that was enough for me to realise what I have realised from just observation. You never really fully understand something unless you've been a part of it as have these people. There was one ward that I visited which impacted me hard. It was this elderly man, my attendee was uh, attending to him and wanted to collect a blood sample. At first I looked at the man, I thought to myself "wah, this old man.. quite big ah his arm.. maybe he pumps iron or smth". But I couldn't see his other arm, he was lying on his left arm and his right was the only one visible - which caught my attention. The attendee came in, spoke in a normal level of loudness, addressing him by his name, trying to get his attention. In cantonese (YES, I can understand basic canto), aren't you Mr. So and so? The man did not respond. She repeated his name, and he again, to no response. At this point, I was fearing the worst for this man - you know what i mean. Before the 3rd try, the man responded in canto "I can't hear *pointing to his ears*. Could you speak up." I felt relieved that he was with us. She asked if his hands were swollen and he said "only my right". I realised that his right arm wasn't muscular, it was so swollen to the point where it looked as if it was. She proceeded to take the blood samples from his hand. On the table next to him, laid adult diapers. In the same ward, was what resembled a fusion of a toilet bowl and a wheel chair. It's basically for patients who are unable to move around on their own and without bowel control. I felt sorry for this man as the last thing that really got to me was that his veins were swollen, as in they were black and blue from the constant insertion of the catheter. This man was so ill, he had trouble with his bowels, probably both urine and stools, he had an impairment in his hearing, and I did not have the slightest clue as to what his primary illness was. I left that room telling and reminding myself how lucky I was. Being able bodied, being healthy, being so lucky to be in a good university, to have such a good life. To be so fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/311/2/1/House_on_the_Lake_by_RakelClark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 578px; height: 385px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs51/i/2009/311/2/1/House_on_the_Lake_by_RakelClark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"House on the Lake&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was dreading the fact that I work so far from my home and I that have to wake up at 6am everyday just to make it work on time but I guess I'm getting used to it. I should stop complaining and be grateful that I actually have a job and an able-working body. On top of that, I have a great family, great bunch of friends who have grown up with me, great friends from my university. What more can you ask for? A Gallardo? An N97 mini? Think about the people who have no roofs over their heads. And you DO. Head down to KL and you'll see plenty of them. The next time you think your life is shit, comparatively, another person would give the world to be in your position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends that are currently attached to a hospital, these people have their spirits down and PLEASE do serve with a smile. Even if its just a blood test, put yourself in their shoes, personally, I'm quite afraid of needles la so wouldn't you like the people around you to be nice i you were in their position? Yeah, so serve with a smile to everyone at the hospital, not only will it help the people around you but it turns you into a better human. It reminds the patients that you're human. Doesn't take much effort anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I heard this song over the radio and it makes my mornings not so 6am-ish lol. The video is quite disturbing and smth's wrong with the buffer la but just let it load and give it a listen lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zaoyodNJFyk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zaoyodNJFyk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may never find the meaning of life,&lt;br /&gt;But for this moment I am fine,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pictures are courtesy of Rachel Gouk and &lt;a href="http://www.rakelclark.deviantart.com/"&gt;this is her website&lt;/a&gt;, please do visit! Or &lt;a href="http://www.rakelclark.deviantart.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.rakelclark.deviantart.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's awesome work, really ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-520837986269925933?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/520837986269925933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=520837986269925933' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/520837986269925933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/520837986269925933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/12/before-reading-this-post-take-your-time.html' title='Lost Values.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-3705471005096416906</id><published>2009-10-08T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:47:21.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>League of Champions.</title><content type='html'>There's something&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; about watching the best of the best do what they do. You watch sports.. (okay, I'm only going to talk about football) and have a favourite player, a favourite team, favourite play.. wtv right? Be it Serie A, Bundesliga or EPL (boo!!) a goal is a goal and a good pass is a good pass. There's a league that stands out from the rest as the ultimate trophy in club football.&lt;/span&gt; Yes, it is the Champions League. It pushes the teams that are already at such a great level to achieve err.. "greatness". Think about it, spanish champions vs english champions in a showdown that would settle the score between the "better" team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01411/Andres_Iniesta_1411888c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 287px;" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01411/Andres_Iniesta_1411888c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the trophy is basically awarded to the team who wants it more in the end. *cough*miracleofistanbul*cough* haha, what about treble season 98-99? Personally I think Man Yoo got lucky la lol. Anyway, when you watch it, there's something about the best of the best covering their ground. Gattuso V Iniesta. Kaka V Mashcerano. To watch your heroes fall or rise. Most of the time fall la *cough*johnterryhahaha*cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cbc.ca/sports/indepth/gfx/392-kaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 285px;" src="http://www.cbc.ca/sports/indepth/gfx/392-kaka.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There IS an unwrittern rule of football tho. No man can wear 2 jerseys of different clubs. Afterall, it IS a more than a belief right? Haha. You can't pick 2 contrasting beliefs. The Reds, Old lady, Catalans. And of course, these giants have their playing grounds.  The moment the opposing team steps on their ground, err... how do I say this.. the opposing team GG la. San Siro, Bernabeu, Theater of Dreams, Nou Camp, Highbury.. oops, Emirates. They wait for you to come and then they tapau you upside down la, basically put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.footballpictures.net/data/media/2/Steven_Gerrard_2_Footballpictures.net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 410px;" src="http://www.footballpictures.net/data/media/2/Steven_Gerrard_2_Footballpictures.net.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how much can I blog about the Champions League? As the name suggests, it's the league of champions, a league like any other where teams win or lose. In this case, its a league where only 1 club rises as a champion triumphant where others fall *cough*celtictryharderyoucandoit*cough*  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Yoo needs an Iniesta or a Xavi,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-3705471005096416906?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3705471005096416906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3705471005096416906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3705471005096416906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3705471005096416906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/10/league-of-champions.html' title='League of Champions.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-5096060219292888922</id><published>2009-09-27T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:56:15.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices choices.</title><content type='html'>Life is fundamentally built on choices. I'm not sure if you believe in fate but I'm not an avid believer of fate. But then again, "fate" is so ambiguous and when you think about it, when you try to establish a cut-off point for fate (or any other ambiguous word for that matter) the points tend to blur off. Here's an example, if you were at a mamak stall and you're a supplier of rice. So happen there was an entrepreneur looking for rice as well. Does that count as fate? or luck? Well i think its probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2076603930_cc9ee49b08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2076603930_cc9ee49b08.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to choices, wasn't it your choice to head off to the mamak? Anyway, I wrote this post cuz of what my lecturer said the other day. The more you use your brain, the smarter you get. Think of it this way, once you don't get your problem solved, you can do 2 things. Think about it or just leave it be. And personally, I would think about it. I'm a tad harsh when it comes to stupid reasons that people give. "Cannot la, too hard la", if you ask me, its more like "lazy la, you do it for me la". If other people can do it then why not? Guess its your personal choice to do what you want. You only get "better" when you're at your limit and you push yourself even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1330/1486160368_0d4993767f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1330/1486160368_0d4993767f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 1. You're tired from the day before and you decide to go for a marathon. firstly, are you retarded lol. IF you knew you had a marathon whyd you waste your energy the day before. well thats not the point haha. When running a marathon, or doing cardio of any sort (futsal, football, jogging etc) you tend to hit the wall - as some atheletes would say. That is when you start pushing yourself. How much you push yourself is totally your choice - don't worry, your body can take it. Unless you faint la, sign of metabolic acidosis haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, that's a choice totally yours. There's one more situation where I think most of us can relate to. When you're studying for a test and when you know when your brain is saturated, that is the best time to push yourself. I think (and this is purely based on assumption cuz I didn't do any backgrd reading lol) at this point, the blood flow to your brain increases. The further you are from your saturation point the higher the blood to your brain. Its analogous to when you're working out. Blood flow up = oxygen and nutrients up = growth of muscle up. Sorta the same for your brain anyway. So its the choice is totally up to you. But try not to people, just cuz it gets hard and it hurts your head try pushing yourself. What's the point if you don't raise the bar? Unless you want to settle for something less then go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1124/1390272636_50c38fbf17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1124/1390272636_50c38fbf17.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation 3. You're super ticked off, you had a bad day and someone just went pass your limit. Next thing you know? (*&amp;amp;^%$#@#$!!!! or walk away? Choice is totally yours. Depends I guess, on how much that someone who made you go over your limit means to you. If it's your parents then no way. Or if it was some random person then that would make the choice easier for you, no? Then again, choice is totally yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also make choices at dinner on food and stuff but that wouldn't weigh a lot I guess.. Choices in people you meet, what you believe in, what you say, what you do in LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Life is made up of choices. Yes or no, left or right, up or down, the choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/1582876153_9bc7a02fd9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/1582876153_9bc7a02fd9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evaporation, condensation and precipitation,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-5096060219292888922?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5096060219292888922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=5096060219292888922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5096060219292888922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5096060219292888922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/09/choices-choices.html' title='Choices choices.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/2076603930_cc9ee49b08_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-1030394430901330835</id><published>2009-07-11T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:40:42.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions of life.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm blogging more than I ever have in '09 lol. But maybe its cuz I have ounces of free time now. That gets me thinking even more which equates into more blog posts. Random thought, I think the people at blogspot were typing "blog post" really fast when choosing a domain name and ended up with the typo blogspot and stuck with it. Possible right? Try spamming and see lah, you'll get blogspot/blogpost. Or blogpsot haha - which somehow isn't underlined red, as in it's not registered as a spelling error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/2043156539_65c60b8890.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2370/2043156539_65c60b8890.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random note, I have no idea why my playlist is playing teen/emo/pop punk/me vs the world rock. Its on shuffle btw. I should update my playlist lol. The world is a very emo place. Or maybe it's just me. Once again, I'm doing a lot of observing from body language but I'm sure you guys do too. If you think you don't, you're doing it subconsciously. Basically, people that do not feel good about their selves show it. Hmm, how do I say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fashion/dressing up is a confidence thing lah. Let's say you see a t-shirt you like, you tend to ask your friends for justification to whether they think your shirt is nice or not. If you like it then yeah, get it. If your friend doesn't then I'm sure you'd take a second look at it (probably a proper one). See the thing is, its a confidence thing, if you and your friend agree that its "nice", you're gonna think that it actually IS nice (which in reality is solely based on personal preference) and you're gonna get it anyway. See, you feel good about yourself when you think you look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2947388891_8bc7b05a4e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2947388891_8bc7b05a4e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, "looking good" is completely personal which is why there are diff styles - emo, preppy, lala and all that. They think they look good so it it they FEEL good and it shows. There you have it, dressing up is a confidence thing. You know, people that are not comfortable with their surroundings will show it la - slouching, leaning against an object, folding of arms, hands in pockets, legs placed closed together (an example stance would be when you sing your national anthem), loss of eye contact. Please, please, please avoid that list when going for presentations. Most people (and probably 90% of bosses) perceive this as having low self esteem, being an introvert and wtv else that's related la, i can't think of any. Not that I know but I'd rather employ a person that doesn't seem comfortable with him/herself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I'm attracted to confident girls haha. Okay, I'm not blowing my own horn but you seek what you want in the opposite sex. Kidding kidding. But for real, attraction doesn't mean partner lah. Attraction could be platonic, most of the time it is lah. The ones that seem confident could actually be masking themselves. Haha, this I was thinking of Hayley Williams from Paramore. Seriously, they are damn good live and most of the time playing live relies a lot on your frontman (and claims my friend, the drummer too haha). Think for a sec. I'm sure she has problems and all but still she brings a lot in live performances but still packs a punch as a frontman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1234/1429430754_ffed14ecd5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1234/1429430754_ffed14ecd5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body language, speech, charisma, vocals - the whole package. She could be having probs or not, I'm not too sure but they're having band conflict lah, and w/o a doubt Paramore matters a lot to her and shakes her confidence. That got me thinking and following Hayley Williams on twitter haha. What am I trying to get at again, the post it way too long and I forgot my initial message. It was somewhere along the illusion of being and acting confident and how cute Hayley Williams is. Hmm okay, well I'm still gonna post this up. The thing is I bet you guys don't even interpret what I'm trying to say right? Haha, it's just "rather interesting reading material". It's up to you guys as to how it can affect you lah, I'm too lazy to interpret it myself. I give you the head and body you come up with the legs lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of live performances, check this one out. Awesome! If you don't know it already, most bands can't play live AT ALL. Sorry to burst your bubble haha. *cough*jonas brothers*cough* well actually I don't know la, haha. I take that back, they're actually pretty good musicians. Follow me on twitter, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1BUzoiA1Kc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1BUzoiA1Kc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to Atlantis, could've made it if you tried,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1030394430901330835?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1030394430901330835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1030394430901330835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1030394430901330835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1030394430901330835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/07/illusions-of-life.html' title='Illusions of life.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-80623627906623567</id><published>2009-07-02T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:24:26.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Panorama of Life.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my blog posts are mostly fueled by emotion. But I guess that comes from stoning a lot but then again, a lot of "alone time" gets you thinking and if you're out, observing too. Honestly, I don't mind having alone time to shop to eat to study or wtv. Well basically you do everything YOU want to do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, as I walked into uni, I looked down and stared at my shoes. They were dirty and wet since it rained the night before. And you know, it's those things where you start pondering about the stain on your shoe and how you got it. Pretty much taking about 10 seconds of your time before you get bored. Well yeah, I still don't know how I got that stain lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/432611090_2d7a49575e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/432611090_2d7a49575e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routinely, I walked towards the cafeteria ordering my daily dose of neslo ais to kick start my day. I stopped by the auntie manning the shop sells nugget/wedges to get some nuggets as well. Bout halfway to the library, or slightly less I would think, I turned around and decided to chill for a bit more in the cafeteria. I pulled seat and turned my iPod on. Enjoying my newly bought meal, I was surprised at the number of people that came to uni early that day. It was more than the average and it gave me more to observe. Okay, stalker much? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one girl who was well dressed. Assuming that she had cared about her outlook and physical appearance, she was a person that didn't have much self esteem. Maybe it was the exam stress, maybe a fight with her significant other. Well, who knows? She was slouching slightly forward, hands in pockets looking down at the floor - with a beautiful head of hair. I was wondering to myself, what would a good-looking girl like her feel so down on life? Beats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3553689058_4644791d5e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3553689058_4644791d5e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's something big cuz a petty matter wouldn't budge a normal human being. So that got me wondering. I mean, the thing is *touch wood*, a family member of hers could have been admitted into the hospital, a family pet passed away or wtv. I can't remember what I was thinking of. Again, the assumption is that something impacted her really hard cuz I don't think she would be bothered by something little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I thought of this, she walked passed me and went to get a drink and turned to look at me. And of course, she would assume i was checking her out haha. I sorta was but not in the "haha, nice ass!" kinda way. Naturally, I turned away and that ended the observation process lol. Well, for the next minute or so I thought about what could have happened to that poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2347/2299557209_e0804fc8d7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2347/2299557209_e0804fc8d7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, random pic of beer. Sue me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's interesting how something could impact her so hard on the inside with no one on the outside not being affected by it one bit. It's hard to explain, it's sorta like her emotions are totally insulated from the environment. Hmm, interesting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or she could just be tired and all of this could be just part of my imagination. But it's interesting nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girl looking her best, takes off her towel, puts on a dress,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-80623627906623567?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/80623627906623567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=80623627906623567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/80623627906623567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/80623627906623567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/07/panorama-of-life.html' title='The Panorama of Life.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-8731916449331597362</id><published>2009-05-19T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:43:26.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, It's Me Again.</title><content type='html'>Okay, before i get started with reading my journals and study for my pop-quiz (which i assume is tmr), i'd like to blog first. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what I enjoy? I enjoy sleeping after working. Actually, i enjoy sleeping whenever. It's the most peaceful/least stressful thing you can do. The best thing is, you're not wasting any energy when doing it. You get to wake up later feeling a whole lot better with a fresh mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2860063901_406c2bb517.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 365px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2860063901_406c2bb517.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO you know what I hate? The period of sleep right in between the moment you fall asleep and when wake up. I assume thats the deepest state of sleep you'd fall into lah, right? Well actually, I hate the periods when you start dreaming and when you get into the sweetest dream ever (and most of the time, mine's damn good haha), you wake up and ponder. Oh, feck, that wasn't real? And you'll start wondering is there are hidden meanings to the dream you just had. I've had pretty wacky questions ranging from "Is that a projection of my future?" to "Wait, but I don't even like her, or do I?". Yeah, pretty messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second would be when you wake up when NOT getting enough sleep. Or waking up an hour before the alarm actually goes off. Well the first is kinda retarded la, everyone gets that on a weekly basis. The 2nd one is sorta like "okay, time to get ready". *looks at alarm clock*. wth, its only 7? (assuming you had to wake up at 8) *reconfirms by checking time on phone*. ahh, shit it's only 7. at this point you would already be alert enough to get ready but you go back to sleep anyway cuz you've got an hour extra to spare right? next thing you know, your alarm "didnt ring" and it's 930. haha. its a phenomenon really, alarm clocks just don't go off nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/553908482_d2c4fffb32.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 413px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1204/553908482_d2c4fffb32.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another would be getting into a conversation or a phone call while you're sleeping. you say "yes'' to pretty much everything to make the other person shut the hell up. 2nd would be saying what you would normally wouldnt say in a given situation. okay, basically, you say "f*ck off" to your parents with a sidedish of "ciba*" haha, yeah.. thats the shit right there. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i don't know why i wrote this post. oh wait i do, lol. haha, had a super weird dream just now lah =/&lt;br /&gt;hey you guys remember her? super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Orv_F2HV4gk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Orv_F2HV4gk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the words of a great lyricist,&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame",&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-8731916449331597362?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8731916449331597362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=8731916449331597362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8731916449331597362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8731916449331597362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-its-me-again.html' title='Hi, It&apos;s Me Again.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-6757160088319414376</id><published>2009-05-15T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T03:53:28.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoreceptors.</title><content type='html'>Okay so i can't sleep. I tried but I can't. Maybe its cuz I've still got 1 lab report and 1 worksheet due next tuesday which i cant stop thinking about. One on E. coli and one on respiration. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a question. Would you rather be blind or deaf? I thought about it and I think I'd rather be deaf. I mean, I'd rather be able-bodied lah but I'm saying if i had to choose, i'd be deaf. Contrary to popular belief, blind people do not see BLACK and deaf people do not hear NOTHING. lol. Most of the deaf and blind people are partially(but of course, some cases are more severe) deaf or blind. All in all, id still be blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2968298105_2b8070c85d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2968298105_2b8070c85d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my reasons (arranged in importance) being,&lt;br /&gt;1) I wouldnt get to see my loved ones grow. lol. as cheesy as it sounds, its true. i wouldnt get to see my friends grow into adults, i wouldnt be able to see my parents grow old , i wouldnt be able to see myself get ripped and hot (haha)&lt;br /&gt;well, people say love is a language the blind can see but i guess youve to be blind to actually know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)I think this would be reason #2 and it was a close fight haha. i wouldnt be able to check girls out. hey cmon please lah. sight is the sense then is most relied on okay!? thats why we have the bugattis, victoria's secret models, fashion trends and me. basically all that is nice on the eyes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)it would be hard for me to enjoy all that is beautiful in the world. okay screw you for hantam-ing me. guys have their sensitive side as well. so sue me! im talking about my girlfriend/ my wife. i mean, sexual attraction has to be a done deal before getting into a relationship and im not being shallow lol. thats a story for a different day. regarding natural selection and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I wouldnt be able to watch the champions league and the epl, assuming that man utd will be constant contenders for both the trophies lol. alsoo, i wouldnt be able to play futsal anymore. and that would suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/3133953746_dc85d27e2c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3109/3133953746_dc85d27e2c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It would be hard for me to get a proper education without being able to read notes/textbooks. like duh, i mean, i bet you sleep in lecture and read the lecture material anyway so why even listen in lecture lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) i wouldnt be able to go shopping and enjoy it,watch tv and use the computer. all tied at #6. not THAT important i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if i was deaf i wouldnt be able to enjoy music but i guess thats the lesser beauty right? or wrong? the basis of my choice is solely our reliance on the sense. i dont think we can live w/o sight. try moving around with your eyes closed for 5mins. itll be hard lol. thats how dependent we are on sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-6757160088319414376?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6757160088319414376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=6757160088319414376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6757160088319414376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6757160088319414376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/05/photoreceptors.html' title='Photoreceptors.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-1600015683521385345</id><published>2009-03-01T04:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T05:08:30.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time beats 9.69s</title><content type='html'>Time files. Simple enough to understand yet hard to explain. My friend once tried explaining the theory of relativity. She said "Albert Einstein said that when you see a hot girl, its like damn fast. But when you get a stomach ache, its liked damn kao long. Haha." Something along those lines, at least. Now i realise that she was pulling my leg, i still refer to her statement as MY interpretation of relativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time files when you're having fun. I can't remember exactly when my exams finished but the past few months were a blast. From Bangkok to Langkawi to Melaka, all the trips were awesome. Melaka, not really lah but its the company that matters, not so much the location. And school f*cking starts next Monday. Oops, tomorrow, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was Bangkok. Damn, the food was awesome, the sights were great and the ah-quas were freaky. Left for bangkok on christmas and I wouldnt mind going back this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2071/249/32/591647638/n591647638_1403637_6158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2071/249/32/591647638/n591647638_1403637_6158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next was Langkawi. I tell you, the ride there and back was a f*cking nightmare. But I still appreciate it. Thank you TK32. haha. The food, the beach and the kayaking. What am I forgetting. Oh yeah, tax free sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2071/249/32/591647638/n591647638_1404382_9400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2071/249/32/591647638/n591647638_1404382_9400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You guys knew I had to put this up, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I don't really have pictures from melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2219/249/32/591647638/n591647638_1519353_5231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2219/249/32/591647638/n591647638_1519353_5231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;See you guys soon!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, This post is a shout out to Jeremy, Sheng, Heng, Kiat and last but not least, Rakel &lt;3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2254/249/32/591647638/n591647638_1524029_9369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2254/249/32/591647638/n591647638_1524029_9369.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, till next time clowns!&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1600015683521385345?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1600015683521385345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1600015683521385345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1600015683521385345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1600015683521385345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-beats-969s.html' title='Time beats 9.69s'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-4627655605094010204</id><published>2009-02-20T04:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:39:09.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With open arms.</title><content type='html'>After a long hiatus, colingeow.blogspot.com is back in business - with a new facelift, i might add. Personally, I've missed writing and voicing out my take on things. Firstly, colingeow.blogspot.com faithfuls have to keep their pants on 'cuz the entries will be posted weekly. Or so I think. It depends on my mood lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how has everyone been? How was your Christmas, New Year, Valentine's? I've been good. Okay, time to start on a post. This one's pretty light but it's been on my mind. Pretty f*cuking random, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys ever played a super hard video game? Super hard as in no matter what you do, the boss tends to f*cks you up time after time. You exploit his weakness and all but he rips you/your party apart like letting out a piss. Obviously, you'd get frustrated and desperate to kick his ass. What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq209/Wildflowerafternoons/Black%20and%20White/bnw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq209/Wildflowerafternoons/Black%20and%20White/bnw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go for cheats =). But what if you didn't have a GameShark or any cheating device? Most games provide in-game cheats but it requires you to complete a massive side quest. Kay, other games require you to finish the game to attain the cheats. This part ticks me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL are you given cheats AFTER finishing the game? It's like giving you a fork and spoon after you've finished slurping the congee from a bowl. Redundant, much? Makes no sense i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;i) having a spoon after finishing steaming hot congee.&lt;br /&gt;ii) the answers to an exam after flunking it.&lt;br /&gt;iii) a remote control to a TV when you have a telephone.&lt;br /&gt;iv) giving a tampon to a male.&lt;br /&gt;v) getting coffee powder with no hot water.&lt;br /&gt;vi) having a waterproof teabag.&lt;br /&gt;vii) owning a solar-powered torchlight.&lt;br /&gt;viii) giving an Arab money. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Art/Illustrations/l_ce26184c1daa1fc8588a97c40093ada4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 360px;" src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Art/Illustrations/l_ce26184c1daa1fc8588a97c40093ada4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you pretty much get it. It's ridiculous. I mean, of course you'd want to get the cheat during game play to aid you in getting pass that stage of the game. This post is pretty much very random but hey, haven't you gotten random thoughts before? I'm only human =)&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-4627655605094010204?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4627655605094010204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=4627655605094010204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4627655605094010204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4627655605094010204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-open-arms.html' title='With open arms.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://i448.photobucket.com/albums/qq209/Wildflowerafternoons/Black%20and%20White/th_bnw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-5390105407226842914</id><published>2008-10-04T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:50:36.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Belief makes things real, makes things feel. Feel alright. It's pretty ironic. Belief makes things go both ways. Ever been in a situation where everything just felt surreal? As though you were living a  dream. Not dreams as in aims, but the dreams you get when you're asleep?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life, as it is, is pretty random - to say the least. One day you might be riding in the clouds and the next, diagnosed with a terminal disease. How would you take the news? Would you be man enough to step up to the plate and take control of your life? People have a tendency to not appreciate things when theyhave it. Yerp, pretty much same ol' same ol'. But what if you lost "same ol' same ol'"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/190/515393926_177371afff.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People start regretting and saying how much they would have appreciated what they used to have. &lt;em&gt;Homo sapiens &lt;/em&gt;are fucked up that way. Our brain tells us so but emotions, otherwise. Then agian, that gives rise to people saying "you'll never fully appreciate something until it's gone." Guess that's pretty much true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I'll stand by my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't ever stop rocking man, ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-5390105407226842914?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5390105407226842914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=5390105407226842914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5390105407226842914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5390105407226842914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/10/belief.html' title='Belief.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-218020533931684809</id><published>2008-09-13T11:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:47:42.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routines.</title><content type='html'>Start scene. I wake up to my handphone and the ceiling fan - at this point spinning in circles almost in a mocking manner. "F*ck", I say. Another day of waking up and hauling myself to lectures. Another day of being reminded of the presence of deadlines/datelines - however you spell it. Heading to the library, with the gust of cold air greeting my entrance. Scouting the area for any free computers to sit down for half a minute to join the line at the printer. I get home exhausted and drained, dozing off on the couch the moment i take off my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to realize I've missed dinner and I proceed to switching my laptop on. I heat up my food and enjoy it over my iTunes playlist. I whip out my pendrive and continue my work and switch from reading, comprehending, thinking and typing. I save my work, pull out my pendrive and call it a day. Wash, rinse, repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/160739264_63483b2b77.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/59/160739264_63483b2b77.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That IS my daily routine. Probably similar in fashion to yours, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe having a routine is life's way of telling us how life is, f*cked up. As for me, I haven't been severely messed up by life, I want to make it stay that way. *touch wood*. There's a proverb "change is the only constant." Which IS true, actually. People dread the start of a schooling year, a semester, a new job. That's yanking them outta their comfort zone. K, at least that's something you guys can relate to. The new environment, unfamiliar faces etc, make it all the much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2405/1833276063_47c1d340ea.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2405/1833276063_47c1d340ea.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, &lt;s&gt; I should &lt;/s&gt;, WE should stop complaining and accept the fact that we'd rather have routines than change. No? Well, for me, I don't really hate my routine (as bad as I make it sound). I actually enjoy it. People just hate change most of the time. Even IF it's for the better. I've heard somewhere that humans are afraid of what they don't understand (or can't grasp), right? Hence, change. We can't read change - if we could, it'd be foretelling the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something 'bout the way the hair falls in your face,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-218020533931684809?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/218020533931684809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=218020533931684809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/218020533931684809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/218020533931684809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/09/routines.html' title='Routines.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-1852567638348036035</id><published>2008-08-15T00:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:58:43.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godspeed.</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how time really flies. Collectively, 3 years seems like a long time but when you break it down, it's not much time, actually. 3 years, 365days a year would give 365 x 3 = 1095, providing one year being a leap year, fine. 1096 days at the most. A thousand rotations of the same routine would make it sound even longer right? Well, it does, but it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRs-zEKwGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CNb8dmYya_s/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRs-zEKwGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CNb8dmYya_s/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234428493026738274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'02 la okay. Class trip to Melaka or somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3 years ago, I was in my second last year of high school. I had this booklet that described all the pre-universities that were popular at the time (A-levels, ADP etc.). I was reading through it in class with my friend and my form teacher wasn't too happy with us not attempting work at hand. Typical la right? It was just English, it was even Lit. So I was asking her which pre-uni was good. She told me,"Why bother about it now? Get your work done." So, whatever right? I was just form 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRtanNm1hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MfUus5x8rcw/s1600-h/birthday+cake+-+rachel+n+colin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRtanNm1hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MfUus5x8rcw/s320/birthday+cake+-+rachel+n+colin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234428970881439250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Omg, rachel. Look what I found! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2 years back, all the hype was on about which pre-uni everybody was heading to. Everybody had so many prospects and so much potential. Everyone started prepping themselves for the trials and then our finals. Of course, in the midst of all the franticness, we graduated. It's more symbolic than anything else. Personally, I think we should have graduated after our finals. Anyhoo, we graduated and it hit everyone that the best part of their lives were over - according to some, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRurNIefhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s8mgB5ryiwU/s1600-h/P1010646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRurNIefhI/AAAAAAAAAGE/s8mgB5ryiwU/s320/P1010646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234430355450002962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's never goodbye. It's see you later. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A year ago, quite a proportion of my now ex-schoolmates went to a different college. I stood my ground and went in fresh. Orientation. Crap. Nobody goes for it anyway, right? Well, things sped up and I was sitting for my finals. Pre-uni ended and this was the start of another new chapter of life. Graduated again, and yet, another year older. Although, i still regard my pre-uni life harder than uni itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRtO09loEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K_1FxG7DlF0/s1600-h/speechto%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRtO09loEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/K_1FxG7DlF0/s320/speechto%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234428768413917250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had a speech of appreciation for my Chem teacher on Teacher's Day. She was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then again, I enrolled in to a university of choice (sorta). AND there it is again, the big-O. Okay, not sexually, bitches. Orientation la. Bla bla bla, yaada yaada yada. I'm here now. 15/8/08. Now that I think of it, I DO have some regrets but doesn't everyone? I should have taken my teachers more seriously. Shouldn't have played them for fools. Minta maaf, cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRvS2zqVVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KvgLQlI8o8k/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRvS2zqVVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/KvgLQlI8o8k/s320/DSC01530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234431036651885906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupid cow. Wanna go to the beach? HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My tuition teacher once explained that as we age, more technological advances arise and that's why time passes by more quickly. As in, he meant that there was more things to do la, globalisation and all. He also said "When I was a kid in the kampung ah, time passed really slow. We climbed all the trees and swam in all the tin mines. I really enjoyed my childhood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of post. Sorta nonsensical. Erm, *awkward moment*. At the end of the day, its how much you've accomplished without leaving anything behind, really. A friend told me, frankly, I can't remember who, that s/he had a friend that was a top scorer, had a really good network of friends, had good positions in clubs. Basically, a very impressive CV. But, the thing is, after all that work, he realised he didn't have a close group of friends to share things with. So, why bother? If you can give up that kinda friendship for success then go ahead, BUT I gotta tell you, you're missing out on a lot. It's fundamental to have great friends, imho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The pictures ARE in chronological order. And the were from the corresponding years. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bolt out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1852567638348036035?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1852567638348036035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1852567638348036035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1852567638348036035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1852567638348036035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/08/godspeed.html' title='Godspeed.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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/_8-JVYffQAsM/SKRs-zEKwGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/CNb8dmYya_s/s72-c/scan0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-3675261321012709442</id><published>2008-08-06T01:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T02:03:52.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilt for Choice.</title><content type='html'>When you go shopping, right. Probably for clothes. What you want would probably be choices, no? Or something that would fit your age group. Kay, that sorta fits as being a "choice" - sorta. Well, if you were to be spoilt for choice, you'd of course enjoy yourself right? Kay, assume everything IS affordable lah. With a variety, you'd of course have picked out a few things. If you could only get one, which would you get? Which would you prefer? Which would be your preferred choice? Okay, shut up. Let's say you can't pick both, Mr. Smart Alec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SJiSkW1T6_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/avfazrD-2Mc/s1600-h/IMG_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SJiSkW1T6_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/avfazrD-2Mc/s320/IMG_3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231092120492960754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you were having lunch - you want a meal. Think Asia Cafe or that food square in ss2 or ss4 - a place with a lot of choices la. You walk rounds and rounds but you don't know what to eat. You shortlist the shops. One by one, you end up with two shops. Which do you pick? Haha, you're screwed now. Unlike the paragraph before this, you can't eat gobble down 2 meals. How are you gonna manage? Choices, choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about in school? You didn't have much choice right? But you settled for it anyway. People grumble and complain about having so little to choose from. We tend to grow with it and get used to it in due time, no? Well, if the food was good, you wouldn't give two-hoots about if the choice was bad right? I mean, you can't eat the same thing everyday but assuming that quality is in the emphasis, rather than quantity (not totally ignoring the latter). Wouldn't that solve the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SJiT-UBzpZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zEnzupDlYCU/s1600-h/IMG_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SJiT-UBzpZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/zEnzupDlYCU/s320/IMG_3263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231093665928291730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And between A and B, if you picked B. You'd probably regret picking B and think, "if only I had taken A". You're gonna end up regretting anyway. So why choose anyway? Why go through the trouble of choosing and its "forthcomings"? I don't know really. I guess the reason lies in some people wanting B and others, A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going with this? Many people don't know what to eat. So, we give them more choices. They are still unhappy. How to go about la? Improve the quality lah! So, it's taking it from a different point of view, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SJiTPJd0EDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dri8pFx0r2s/s1600-h/IMG_3262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SJiTPJd0EDI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dri8pFx0r2s/s320/IMG_3262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231092855639117874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking outside the box doesn't normally solve the problem, but at times people just forget to do so - when it is most crucial. Another thing is that, based on this concept, if you were to rely everything on thinking outside the box, you'd end up with 1 stall with extremely delicious food. Yeah, then what about A and B? Some people want A. Some people want B. Well, then incorporate some common sense then. Get a few shops with good food!&lt;br /&gt;Thinking outside the box and having common sense. Master those then. Easier said than done. Adios!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nameless face of which,&lt;br /&gt;A name unknown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/3156870376151482184-3675261321012709442?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3675261321012709442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3675261321012709442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3675261321012709442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3675261321012709442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/08/spoilt-for-choice.html' title='Spoilt for Choice.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SJiSkW1T6_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/avfazrD-2Mc/s72-c/IMG_3261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-3475255893623973976</id><published>2008-07-30T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:42:43.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceived by Looks.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'm gonna apologize this time round. I think I've said once and I'll say it again. My teacher in Form 4 and 5, who was coincidentally a lecturer from Sunway Uni College, the college that I attended, and I do admit I miss, taught me one thing - since I was sort of a delinquent during my adolescence.  "If you don't mean your apology, then why bother saying sorry? If you mean your sorry then then change for the better." So, yeah. I don't really think I want to change for the better at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/387133714_a6b0595270.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 361px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/178/387133714_a6b0595270.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smothered with perpetual sets of lab reports, online quizzes, essays and whatnot. It gets really monotonous which is NOT what I want, I want it to be more clockwork than simply black and white. It gets boring no? Well, anyway. Being bored with life kinda shows. Being "bored" sorta depends on the expectations of the individual, right? You go to school/university/work and involve yourself in a community. After all, what is a community BUT a bunch of individuals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each individuals has his/her ups and downs, thick and thin moments. Well, I was sick the other day, like, sick as a dog. First day of the 2nd week of class. I guess it was a way for the institution to welcome me back. Sorta like a big "Hola!". Was wearing a sweater and I noticed that my shoelaces were untied. I felt so miserable that I didn't bother fastening it into a knot. If you were bored, it would show too - hence, the introduction, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2317/2184917128_0630d9c432.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 235px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2317/2184917128_0630d9c432.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I looked pretty untidy. Well, if you were to look at me and judge me, wouldn't you reckon I'd be someone untidy? I guess I was. But the thing is, looks DO show the substance on the inside. People talk about &lt;a href="http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/masks.html"&gt;masks&lt;/a&gt; and how they can effectively shield their "innards". Some people might be good at altering and manipulating their body language into giving off different vibes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd talk about impressions and vibes but I think you guys already know enough bout that. Let's see. This was kinda impromptu blogging so I don't know what exactly I'm trying to get through. lol. Erm, let's see. Ah, well, I've met people who, I would assume to be shy from the way they look, actually tend to be that way when I meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2197/1573088726_6ac521edb9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 334px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2197/1573088726_6ac521edb9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, this could help you out by looking friendly, open and stuff. Smile more, wave at friends. Be friends with the heads, the boss, the lecturers. It makes your life easier. Show off your personality. Mould yourself into what you want to be - isn't now the perfect time to do that? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in a name? That which we call a rose,&lt;br /&gt;By another other name would smell just as sweet,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/masks.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-3475255893623973976?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3475255893623973976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3475255893623973976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3475255893623973976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3475255893623973976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/07/deceived-by-looks.html' title='Deceived by Looks.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-652830133554297930</id><published>2008-07-21T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:16:40.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Solution.</title><content type='html'>Excuse the wordplay. Resolutions, resolutions. Do people stick to their resolutions at the start of a period? Say, a new year, a semester? A fresh start to things tend to conjure up funky things that would be less frequently thought of. People say the person you spend New Year's with is the person you'll be spending time with the whole year. People also say if you with upon a shooting star, it comes true. Gosh, people talk about all sortsa' crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/338946286_3b16fd9349.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/338946286_3b16fd9349.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to resolutions that people set. "I want to finish my homework on time". "I'll try harder in the relationship". "I want to become a better person". Do people make up all that crap? DO they really work towards resolutions/goals they set for themselves? I guess. But ain't it till a certain extent? Most things in life become so objective. "I want to become a better person". What does "better" actually mean? Is there a cut-off point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wtv. Pretty pointless. Resolutions are made in an effort for a better change in an individual. Sticking to it is up to the individual. It's what the individual sees and deems as "better" which leads to an eventual change in him/her. It's pretty self-explanatory but I kinda stumble upon my words. Let's say I see being friendly as being a "better" person, I'd change for the "better" - in this case, being friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/254/522271846_b90276082d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/254/522271846_b90276082d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, of course a very linear perspective. People are complicated and have different issues to deal with. Different issues = different resolutions. If people don't stick to their resolutions at the start of a year, wouldn't it be a waste of a whole year? If so, then why bother making resolutions at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, what about different mindsets being "better" to other people and not so much to others? Get what I mean? I'll use the past example. Being friendly (as I said before) might not be as appealing to other people as "better". I guess, relate the morals that life seems as better. The general ones, to be safe. Hard work, heart, commitment, principle. lol. That kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/127023370_e35e315cc6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/127023370_e35e315cc6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people. Stick to your resolutions whenever you make one. If you don't then what's the point of living at all? I'm gonna get myself some durian now. It's 207am and I've got a lab class tomorrow at 9am. And i haven't gotten myself a lab partner as yet. Adios, tards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me 5 minutes, and I'll melt your cold cold heart,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-652830133554297930?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/652830133554297930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=652830133554297930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/652830133554297930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/652830133554297930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/07/re-solution.html' title='Re-Solution.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-4400201360475773024</id><published>2008-07-14T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T02:20:30.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh Start.</title><content type='html'>Hola! Class starts tomorrow after a long, rather undeserved semester break. A month passed by super fast and I'm not "keen", to say the least, with the restarting of the semester. But I guess some people are practically shitting in their pants awaiting the reopening of the lecture halls and tutorials. Hey, different people, different perspectives. I like sirap bandung, you might like sirap ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2575354493_539fc0047b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3058/2575354493_539fc0047b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because they had bad holidays. Maybe it's because they're going thru a rough patch and want a breath of fresh air. Maybe they just f*cked up their 1st semester of '08 - you know, wanting a fresh start and stuff. It's kinda quick how time flies as you get older. Don't you feel it too? Form 5 ended all too soon. Pre-U was like a brief stroll in the park. I'm constantly waiting for the year to officially "commence" (which is after Chinese New Year - if you get what I mean) and I fail to realize that the year's already half gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, forget that. Ever dug a hole so deep for yourself that the only way of coming out of was starting over? Did that come out right? Sounds wrong but you get the point, right? Ever f*cked something you did up so much that the sanest way to overcome it was to start afresh? Life, being the way it is, doesn't let you start afresh. Then again, that doesn't sound so bad. If keep restarting, when are you gonna end up completing what you have at the start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/2292079476_59e4b31e01.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2185/2292079476_59e4b31e01.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't really finish what you start with then what do you accomplish at the end of the day? Nothing. That's it. Plus, if you keep starting over till you get something you want an complete it with ease, what's the point? Only through hardship and work is where we learn, no? When the going gets tough, the tough gets going. Prepare yourselves for the upcoming semester, 'tards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not done yet. Examples are in relationships. Given a 2nd chance, try not to mess it up AGAIN. Not to say 3rd, 4th and so on. Sometimes it's hard but, in the end it's worth it. AND excuse me, this does not sound very fairytale-ish 'coz this is very fundamental. If you were sitting for an extremely hard paper and score a HD in it, wouldn't it be worth more than a relatively easy paper? So, there it is. Fresh starts may not always be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/382624938_c1eb4cf3c9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 241px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/130/382624938_c1eb4cf3c9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful lie,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-4400201360475773024?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4400201360475773024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=4400201360475773024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4400201360475773024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4400201360475773024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/07/fresh-start.html' title='Fresh Start.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-8087999327716048351</id><published>2008-07-08T12:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:33:57.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt.</title><content type='html'>Humans have a wide range of emotions. Apparently, worrying and anger bring the least benefit - if at all. Not so sure bout that but I think worrying deters an event from being forgotten. Sorta like, "Eh, sorry la bro, it slipped my mind la". Yeah, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People constantly doubt themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SHL0pi_LI_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/z4UnUCOTSX0/s1600-h/02072008485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SHL0pi_LI_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/z4UnUCOTSX0/s320/02072008485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220503912679416818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially when money is on the line. You tend to foresee the obvious hints people send to you. You start that trip down paranoia lane. "Is he psycho-ing me?! Is he luring me?! F*ck, I'm not confident with my cards lah!! Holy shit, keep your poker face on". Familiar? Btw, psycho-ing literally means mind-f*cking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case of doubting yourself comes into play in shopping malls. In restaurants, in parking lots and in shoe shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SHL3HeZRKPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0JIyfq879Cg/s1600-h/DSC01913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SHL3HeZRKPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/0JIyfq879Cg/s320/DSC01913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220506625866017010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Which should I order ah? The spaghetti or what?? Aiyah, same la, right? They both taste great anyway." "EHH! Parking! Should I park here ah, mm, should I be GREEDY?" And so on, and so forth. I wouldn't want to continue my monologues to reduce my already diminishing number of visitors xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SHL4ijEUHvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wBS6T9uo5f4/s1600-h/DSC01970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SHL4ijEUHvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/wBS6T9uo5f4/s320/DSC01970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220508190488403698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When in doubt, whip out your funky pants and do the "robot"! Haha. The post might be sorta awkward but I wanted to update you guys on why I've not been updating my blog, lol. Sorry for the short post, lol. I didnt want re-start off with a deeper, more personal post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly hungry, I'm afraid I might be pregnant,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-8087999327716048351?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8087999327716048351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=8087999327716048351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8087999327716048351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8087999327716048351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/07/doubt.html' title='Doubt.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://bp1.blogger.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/SHL0pi_LI_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/z4UnUCOTSX0/s72-c/02072008485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-1189879819129056775</id><published>2008-06-19T14:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:46:21.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations.</title><content type='html'>Told you I'd update more frequently(sorta). The holidays just started for me and it's already getting monotonous. Harsh, eh? Monotonous. Kinda reminds me of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/324879093_b59a9c7bfd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/324879093_b59a9c7bfd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you celebrate Christmas? Most of you do, right? Or the holidays - preferably in my case (a long a break after exams). Before the Christmas and the exams, of course, there is the build up for the festivities. And towards the end, the build up is so great, the expectations for something to follow and continue the flow of mass euphoria pretty much fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an example, before Christmas, in shopping malls, Christmas songs play, shop assistants put on them red santa caps. With little or no exception to a Christmas tree inviting you into their shop. And an even greater Christmas tree in the concourse area (like that one in Pavilion last year, and that was huge, lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/192719734_083df52314.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/73/192719734_083df52314.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel all that rubbing off you and get caught in the spur of all the festivities and expect something great to follow. When Christmas comes, you expect too much and get disappointed in the end. Pretty much like the holidays, after the exams, everything you wanted to do just seems so un-enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the story of expectation. It also happens during the exams when you've put your heart into the paper and expect it to bear results but it doesn't. To me, this negative point of view on expectations pretty much seems like emotional suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/482705263_f9174b6df9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/482705263_f9174b6df9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally speaking, don't expect too much outta anything in life. Be confident with your words/judgement but don't expect a lot. Most of the time, input ≠ output. So, keep that in close proximity and you'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you win some, you lose some. You can't win 'em all, you know? If you keep winning, then what's the point of life anyway? With no challenges and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close yet really really far,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1189879819129056775?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1189879819129056775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1189879819129056775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1189879819129056775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1189879819129056775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/06/expectations.html' title='Expectations.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-1595759710567330564</id><published>2008-06-17T13:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:06:10.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You, Me? Her.</title><content type='html'>Im'ma back! How are you guys? I'm kinda glad my exam's over but I'm not sure how I faired. It could be a matter of not believing in myself but everyone has their flaws =P. I'm not quite sure but I think my batch finished extra early in comparison to the other schools. On another note, I was talking to my dad about the job prospects of my degree and he reinforced what he said time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I quote (well, not really, but it's somewhere along those lines) "It really doesn't matter what degree you have under your belt, it's if you're bright or not. Did you know that IBM employs any university graduate? It's because after you graduate from the university you tend to develop logical thinking capabilities". and I replied "uh. ok". So I guess I'll just start using my brain more instead of just mugging for exams, aye? ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/348719154_90be1996b8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/158/348719154_90be1996b8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, are in fact (from a scientific point of view), evolved animals. Keep that in mind. But over time, humans evolved into a system that's governed by a higher level of intelligence. All in all, humans introduce intelligence in their daily lives, solving problems, making their lives easier. We know what we want in life (at times) so that we can obtain it to improve our quality of life. Yes, yes, it sounds very selfish and/or scientific, moreover, inorganic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's true, it's self-preservation, in a sense, i guess. Humans want the best of all worlds - if it is possible, someone would do it. And please, don't give me bullcrap that you're not greedy and/or selfish. When you're playing mahjong and you can "sek" with a possibility of a "pao", you go ahead and wait for "pao" right? And after that some else wins. Sorta like the story bout that greedy dog that wanted the bone of his reflection in a lake, lol.&lt;br /&gt;*"Sek" means to win the game. "Pao" means to win the game with max. points and therefore, more payout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2242/2430441365_0fd30b7a19.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2242/2430441365_0fd30b7a19.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just an example lah. Again, everything in life contradicts. This sorta concept occurs almost instantaneously (it would be faster if I didn't just wake up, lol) in friendship. 2 friends, A and B have gotten to know each other and friend A is a fairly better friend to B than B is to A. Get it? A treats B better la. B treats A not so good la, lol. Then with acquired intelligence, wouldn't A reason out that he would want a better companion and friend? Ditch B! Well, yeah, it wouldn't happen like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT naturally, at least. The whole idea of emotions and principles come into the picture. Humanity and whatnot. Intriguing. There are also boyfriend &amp;amp; girlfriend kinda situations where they are together and even if one partner is not treating the other party as such, they wouldn't just end it right? I mean, s/he, is assumed not to be a dumbass or a moron or both. They wouldn't leave each other for that SOLE reason. Contradictions a-hoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/177147101_64e4b4c24e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/177147101_64e4b4c24e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what IS the ultimate answer? It lies somewhere in between emotional intelligence quotient(EQ) and the normal everyday intelligence quotient(IQ). It's how you put, organize and mix-match your uncertainties. THINK without being influenced by emotions, friends and examples of situations you're in TOO MUCH. Hope you've enjoyed my post and stay tuned. I'm going to try to make these posts more frequent. Good luck and au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like air guitars in muscle cars with perfect teeth, the way we are,"&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1595759710567330564?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1595759710567330564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1595759710567330564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1595759710567330564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1595759710567330564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-me-her.html' title='You, Me? Her.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-3697401084171120712</id><published>2008-06-13T21:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:39:01.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles.</title><content type='html'>Howdy, readers. How've you guys been? Haven't blogged in awhile now. I'm just barely finding time to blog nowadays. Remember as a kid, or even now, receiving a lecture for something you did wrong? Okay, lemme rephrase that. Ever gotten a lecture or a scolding for mistakes that you thought were minuscule? And the end of the conversation would be "It's a matter of principle! It doesn't matter if it's 15 minutes or 50 minutes. You are still late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2300/2119826664_33c18149e7.jpg?v=1206820258"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2300/2119826664_33c18149e7.jpg?v=1206820258" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. Like, whatever right? Hold your horses. Back to the conversation, I'm just saying that hypothetically lah, being 15minutes late is quite bad. So you march off swearing and cursing reasoning with yourself and wondering what you did wrong for stealing an eraser - which was even unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the matter of principle!! So, whatever. If all these lessons in life teach you about not doing anything bad due to principle, what do you do once you've committed to something bad? Do you keep on going committing that "sin"(exaggerating btw) since you've already broken that principle? OR are there another set of principles to follow? Since you've already stolen a pen, why not go for 2 pens? WHY not a whole stationary set? What's a stationary set to a whole bookshop with a 5-digit income? It wouldn't hurt, yes?no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/2266051045_b944926b83.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2084/2266051045_b944926b83.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect of it, is the magnitude of the crime. Magnitude? Principle? If you stole a car, you'd of course be involving yourself in a bigger heist than if you were to steal a pencil case. Does the concept of principle fall? Does it not? Or is the principle of committing a crime on a larger scale a new set of principles altogether? Everything starts to contradict now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in the court of law, both apply, breaking of principles, even the very basic to the core. And, the magnitude as well. Is there a case where only principle is involved? or only the sole influence of magnitude? Mmm, I'd suggest no. It's your call, actually. Logic, taken into account, you have to figure out what you had done wrong and apply if it was the magnitude and principle. And it is very common that it involves both. Even if they say it's the principle, it's the magnitude as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1425/548456378_938e6ecd04.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1425/548456378_938e6ecd04.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And logical thinking needs a lot of brainpower, I might add, omfg. Haha. At the end of the day, I guess life tends to be like that, blurring lines of facts from textbooks forming a fat,gray,bland line of all lessons of life. Hope you've enjoyed the post. Somehow I'm losing my ideas and my blogging content, what do you guys think? Maybe i'm just tired, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop-dead gorgeous with a sparkling personality,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an excerpt, for you colingeow.blogspot.com readers, I'm an Aries. Yes, the ram, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:24;color:teal;"  &gt; ARIES - The Daredevil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:teal;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:teal;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;color:teal;"  &gt; Energetic. Adventurous and spontaneous. Confident and enthusiastic. Fun. Loves a challenge. EXTREMELY impatient. Sometimes selfish. Short fuse. (Easily angered.) Lively, passionate, and sharp wit. Outgoing. Lose interest quickly - easily bored.  Egotistical. Courageous and assertive. Tends to be physical and athletic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-3697401084171120712?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3697401084171120712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3697401084171120712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3697401084171120712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3697401084171120712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/06/principles.html' title='Principles.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-5045804204811466092</id><published>2008-06-03T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:32:27.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue.</title><content type='html'>Hi Homo sapiens. No "philosophical" view on life today. I've had time to think of a few things that are rather intriguing but I'd rather update you guys with things I've been doing for the past semester, or the past few weeks. Well, semester 1 just ended last Friday and the uni seems quiet as ever. Although if you do ever come late to uni, the seats in the library are are common as a parking spot in front of ac on Saturday nights or when them Taylor's/Inti/Metro students go to school, lol. Yes, it gets THAT rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the 1st semester brings change and reminds different people of different things. It's another semester till everyone starts specializing and starts majoring. Every other person in my course is doing Biotech and I don't know anyone taking my major as yet. I don't know lah. People say a Bachelor of Science won't really guarantee you a job, but wtf lah. Maybe I'll just switch to engineering. Well, that's a different matter for a different day, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/2547626405_95072a4312.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/2547626405_95072a4312.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LiYing, if you're reading this, this sign is from Strawberry Fields, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;aaand, everyone's finals is coming, that's why the library is always packed with people. Sometimes, for all the wrong reasons, haha. People tend to be on Facebook or Friendster or Dota when they're supposed to be studying. But, it's okayla, they need breaks once in awhile, right? Haha, sluts. I've got my Bio paper on the 9th and Stats on the 10th. The last paper, Chem on 16th. Then it's waiting till the new semester opens to meet new people! Well, not really but, whatever la, right? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New bunch of freshies coming in, so our batch won't really be the freshies anymore. We'll be in our sophomore semester haha, such a thing? I've made a bunch of friends, most of which, are asian haha. More precisely put, ORIENTALS. haha. Great people I've learn to mix with and appreciate. There are friendly people in my course but if you were to ask me their names, you'd be asking the wrong person, LOL. I'm just very bad with names. AND if you're name is chinese like uh, DongXyiangFr'ng or smth, then I'm sorry but I've gotta meet you at least 5 times, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2547707079_edcd5a1afd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2547707079_edcd5a1afd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Behold my Totem Pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My finals are coming up and I've not really been studying. There's a strong relationship between me and the tendency of f*cking up my finals. I just don't know why. I don't want the hassle of the exams and having to prepare for it. It can get annoying. When the going gets tough, you just need some "divine inspiration". I GOT IT! Here, check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2548469128_7155a63a7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2548469128_7155a63a7a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S The transferring thing to Engineering was a whole load of bullcrap. HAHA. Imho, I wouldn't want my life revolving around numbers. Catch you guys later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're drop-dead gorgeous,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-5045804204811466092?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5045804204811466092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=5045804204811466092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5045804204811466092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5045804204811466092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/06/overdue.html' title='Overdue.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3093/2548469128_7155a63a7a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-4341338766335535939</id><published>2008-05-25T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:44:04.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Your Point is?</title><content type='html'>Hello again, I think my posts are becoming more of a weekly thing. I can barely find the time to squeeze in updates and more importantly, think of ideas to blog about. Well, semester 1 is coming to an end and my finals are coming. As cliche as it may seem, I'm not ready for my finals but whatever lah. That's the way life works. You're never really ready for anything big that comes your way. This is going to be a long post, so try staying with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, I pondered upon the sole purpose of going for higher education and studying in general. I was form 5, probably revising and I asked my tuition teacher, "Sir, what's the point of studying? I'm probably never gonna really use all this crap in real life, anyway." He said, " well, good point, but you need it to enter college."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/354252383_1fc77b23c7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/126/354252383_1fc77b23c7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just took his words lightly and continued doing my work. Recently, (well not so recent lah, it was probably some time during our break between the end of f5 and pre-university, even if you call it that) I thought about what he said and I figured, what's the point of the knowledge then? after college, then university, then Masters then Doctorate? (for you retards, f5 is a.k.a year 11, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might say, it's the degree la, it's that piece of paper that you pay for. That piece of pressurized wood (or whatever) that says that Mr. Bla Bla (and normally, they screw your name up) has achieved a Bachelor of Science (Medicinal Chemistry) from HooHaa University. The certificate, basically. You get the certificate that will certainly give you that push in the youth of your career. Well, if you plan on focusing your career on research then of course you need what you learn in university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/1704875109_9b414964f5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2113/1704875109_9b414964f5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm assuming you Malaysians want money, that's why you take courses that are soo hard, just to get better job prospects and kill yourself in Year 1 itself xD. Okay, okay, I'll cut it out, you MBBS/Eng students, lol. Most of us aren't even gonna use what we learn coz we don't get as much money in research as in other fields. Plus, research is very stressful, hours and hours of studies might lead to nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, in the university, the lecturers expect us to be independent and not spoon feed us. The interesting part of the universities is the "coursework" part - not the final exams. The coursework, the labs, projects and assignments are sections where we analyse our problems, critically think, evaluate and solve them. It's a skill that is VERY important. Invaluable in fact, anyone can understand that 1+1=2 and what happens when demand exceeds supply in a FOREX market - but not learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/98/250087544_de54830aac.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/98/250087544_de54830aac.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i getting to you? If you were to learn, you'd know how to answer 1+2 and what would happen if supply exceeds demand - providing that 1+2 and if the idea of supply exceeding demand wasn't introduced to you initially. Okay, wait. How do I explain this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i were to tell you as demand exceeds supply in the FOREX market, the currency of a nation would appreciate. Now, tell me what would happen if it was the other way around? ASSUMING you didn't learn this already. You'd say that it would depreciate, huh? Well, smart guess, you're right. There, that's learning. Solving problems, critical thinking and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2272992765_b20e66100f.jpg?v=1203363033"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2316/2272992765_b20e66100f.jpg?v=1203363033" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In coursework, our lecturers gives us a project/assignment/lab report and expects us to encounter any problems by using our brain to analyse, critically derive a reason, bla bla. Get what I mean? So, with that skill, depending on how well you master it, it gives you a boost in climbing the corporate ladder. With better problem solving skills, people want you to work for them - duh! Throughout all the major disciplines - Science, Bus. Admin, Arts, etc. , we use our brains to solve problems and be independent learners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;Important = problem solving, critical thinking, analytical ability, independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so important&lt;br /&gt;a) what you learn in facts (Rydberg equation, integration, film noir, Hund's Rule etc.),&lt;br /&gt;b) what you major in. (but of course, your major has to differ in the same discipline. Eg. Chem. Eng, Elec. Eng are both from Eng. You can't compare BA and BSc - totally different disciplines)&lt;br /&gt;Another way of putting it, its harder (not impossible) to enter a law firm with a degree in Biotechnology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2268695570_580c73c04a.jpg?v=1203188591"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2274/2268695570_580c73c04a.jpg?v=1203188591" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for tuning in guys, hope you enjoyed my post. AND I can't wait for semester break. For everyone having their finals soon, good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Coz you're not only visual candy,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-4341338766335535939?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4341338766335535939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=4341338766335535939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4341338766335535939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4341338766335535939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-your-point-is.html' title='And Your Point is?'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-6675173198942715622</id><published>2008-05-18T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:25:03.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Then Why'd You Ask?</title><content type='html'>Holy shit, there are so many mosquitoes that are hovering around me. There have been a lot near my area recently. Random. Okay, how's your week been? Reflect. Are your finals drawing to a close? Your end-of-year semester exam's just around the corner? Mid years? Cramming your head through your summer break? Got closer to resolutions you've set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/467526605_a24a192c63.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/467526605_a24a192c63.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I don't really give a shit. How do you feel now? haha. Well, I, fellow readers, I DO give a shit. In other words, I care about what you guys think what makes the world go round, lol. I assume you go to school, or work or to wherever that you frequently visit. And, no man being an island, haha, you of course make colleagues, coursemates, classmates, schoolmates - that kinda shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to your cubicle/lecture/library, you brush shoulders with someone more than an acquaintance but less than a friend. You know, more than hi-bye but too uncomfortable to hang out with? haha. Well, it's not the hardest thing to do wave at them - although sometimes they don't wave back and it can turn out retarded. Or you could just walk up to them and engage in a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/154456768_662bdf5a61.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/154456768_662bdf5a61.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin : Hey man.&lt;br /&gt;Random : Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Colin : *smiles* No class ah? Taking your time and all.&lt;br /&gt;Random : Got lah, but I'll be going late. You?&lt;br /&gt;Colin : Chemistry at 10. Freaking damn lazy to go lah.&lt;br /&gt;Random : Haha, tute or lecture?&lt;br /&gt;Colin : Tute la, lectures retarded la, sometimes you learn nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Random : ........*plays with phone*/*looks in wallet and counts money*.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Colin : Eh, dude, I chao lah, lecture starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experienced that situation before? Well, I have, not recently though. It's rude that people do that. I mean, you do that to avoid being rude la, right? But if you do that then wouldn't that defeat the whole purpose of talking shit from the start? It becomes even more obnoxious when you do that, retard. You try being friendly and start a meaningless conversation (although, that's what most people do most of the time, or at least I do). But if you're not gonna f*cking listen, then why'd you ask in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/2474077826_e379fed398.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2118/2474077826_e379fed398.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shows that you're just asking for the sake of asking and not really bother. Okay, fine. Sometimes the world seems the way we want it to be. Like in these conversations, just ACT as if you're listening, coz it kinda pleases the other person and doesn't seem so rude. Even if you're not really comprehending and/or processing what you're taking in. After all, who's gonna recall a meaningless conversation over what you had for lunch? or if your dog took a shit in the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF and IF it was important, it would already stand out and you'd remember. Well, basically, some people don't really give two hoots about your problems or your life story - unless it's interesting OR unless you guys are already friends. This is my take on life, though. It's a selfish world, people rule it with their hedonistic needs. That's pretty much how the world works at times. Dog eat dog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2373980392_0929bfe848.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3001/2373980392_0929bfe848.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead! And don't worry, the world and life functions in so many different and possible ways - many good and bad. Hope you've enjoyed reading. Thanks  to the colingeow.blogspot.com faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've killed 6 mosquitoes,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-6675173198942715622?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6675173198942715622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=6675173198942715622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6675173198942715622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6675173198942715622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/05/then-whyd-you-ask.html' title='Then Why&apos;d You Ask?'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-5645801476862337097</id><published>2008-05-14T20:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:45:05.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Title Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/966302290_5a5162bc34.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/966302290_5a5162bc34.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna answer this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Will you consider a sexual relationship before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;lol. yeah, sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is the latest gadget that you own?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yeah. my laptop. haha. either that or my new dopod. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who did you mostly text yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;No one, really. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How old are you and are you a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;18 this year, and haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;Tokens for foosball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1321/1343844975_99fad88e6c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1321/1343844975_99fad88e6c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Chocolate oreos or vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate oreo? Vanilla's so bland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;maybe the beach. or somewhere that has a breathtaking scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;br /&gt;maybee before I get married? late 20's, early 30's I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;2 lah. or 3? twins! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;nope. hahaha. silly question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;br /&gt;OWH!! Restoran Talipon. somewhere in Old Klang Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Name the latest book that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;MY stats book. err.. Introduction to Statistical Reasoning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/1681942121_6dafbf7502.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2057/1681942121_6dafbf7502.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Science is better than engineering anyday, mwahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;Colin Ngeow Jian Mao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid question. It's like asking which do you prefer getting , aids or cancer? You prefer NEITHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma till a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;maybe emma watson. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Christina or Britney?&lt;br /&gt;err... Pepsi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/107/258338243_b78e44743f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/107/258338243_b78e44743f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you do your own laundry?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21. The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The rubbish dump by the alleyway.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hugs or kisses?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Single or attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Single&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Gouk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) A great person to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ii) Very passionate - gives a lot of love, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;iii) outgoing and very open-minded. politics and religion and stuff ; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;iv) A good person - more importantly, a great friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) Chillies are a good source of vitamin C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore, Where underneath, a plaque will read,&lt;br /&gt;"No woman is a whore",&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-5645801476862337097?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5645801476862337097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=5645801476862337097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5645801476862337097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5645801476862337097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/05/insert-title-here.html' title='Insert Title Here.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-2921528854179242323</id><published>2008-05-10T16:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T17:45:46.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Less Conversation, Little More Action?</title><content type='html'>To whoever is reading this post, Good Morning, Good Afternoon or Good Night. Depends lah, what time you're reading this.Haha, how's your week been? Was it bad? Good? Finished your assigned workload? Talked to that special someone? Made your parents mad/happy/proud? Would you tell me about it? Would you tell anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2286/2040702288_4b4e66be90.jpg?v=1195313833"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2286/2040702288_4b4e66be90.jpg?v=1195313833" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, aquantainces and companions talk and converse daily about almost everything and anything. Except for things that bother them the most deep deep inside. It's ironic really, if it bothers them so much, why not just talk about it? Well, yeah. That jolly well makes enough sense, right? By this point, you should already realize that everything in life does not really have to make sense. It doesn't? It has to make sense? Wake up then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what bothers them really bothers them, then wouldn't what is bothering them define them as  what they are as people? Am I making any sense? It's pretty hard to explain lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/233472093_1f1d235e7b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/233472093_1f1d235e7b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got it. What really troubles them is something personal, right? And exposing that would make them vulnerable. I think that's why people find it so hard to do talk about what really bothers them. Well, what's wrong with being vulnerable? Haha. You've all been in that position right? Where you've been vulnerable and hated it. Probably vulnerable emotionally? That's another story on its own that doesn't need telling at all to all you people, lol. (being through the emo teenage life you guys had/have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/145696159_80ba064c9a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/145696159_80ba064c9a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think why people don't like talking about their problems is because they don't want to be judged be people. Being vulnerable and then judged crushes someone's self-esteem, self-belief, moral values. It's harder to recuperate from crushing of emotions than of bones. Pain is just the body's way of telling you that something's wrong - both physical and emotional. And obviously, nobody wants anything wrong la, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as humans, are emotional. When we show our true colours, we don't want to be shot down by blatant, sharp remarks that chill to the very bone. Okay, fine. I was exaggarating lah, but you get the picture, right? No man is an island - or a woman at that. That's why I find it ironic how people just do not talk about what makes them tick deep inside - no matter how "picture perfect" their relationship is on the outside. By this point, you should already realize that everything in life does not really have to make sense &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;initially&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/90/234193858_c7d48c856b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/90/234193858_c7d48c856b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a good week ahead!&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-2921528854179242323?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/2921528854179242323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=2921528854179242323' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/2921528854179242323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/2921528854179242323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-less-conversation-little-more.html' title='A Little Less Conversation, Little More Action?'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-4586890412433770695</id><published>2008-05-05T18:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:48:11.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lacking material lah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sorry for the overdue blog post, I've been busy lah, okay? And now, I've got 2 essays due. I think I'll finish them up last minute lah. Should be okay, xD. Okay, since Chingy tagged me, I guess I've to do it. I've technically done this tag bout 3 times now but, wth, right? The questions changed and maybe my mindset has as well - doubt so, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from below and add in your personal question. Make it a total of 20 questions and then tag 8 people. List them out at the end of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm getting married tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. Where will you go if someone sponsor you a tour ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe Japan, maybe Italy. No real idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/120229248_aab07e1177.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/54/120229248_aab07e1177.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your favorite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chilling and just talking, lol. Maybe occasional foosball, but that's not very sociable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, yeah. It can bring sadness, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you enjoy train rides, including those in parks too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Err, yeah. Sorta, I enjoy long walks on the beach and talking about my feelings too, lol. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, what do you think lah? Is there a week where you haven't relied on money in one way or another?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Myself, my friends and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/143831189_77ca0560a7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/143831189_77ca0560a7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;8. Are you a bookworm?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I never read unless I really have to OR if I have an interest. I never read story books, lol. Just textbook - when the exams are just around the corner, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg lah, I've answered this question more than once lah. No, i wouldn't. I don't believe in meeting someone and loving instantaneously.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHINGY!! Bubbly, friendly and your all-around random person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;11. What do you desire the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For the exams to end, my brothers to come back and to talk to "her" more? haha. Jeremy and Heng, you figure this one out yourselves lah. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Type of person? The ones that are fakers and two-faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/346563918_133cf8085c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/145/346563918_133cf8085c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;13. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Probably work with my dad in expanding his company. Cool, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could teleport once, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To a rocking concert or an unplugged session with a cool band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There are a lot of things that make up "most" important lah... Friends, family, build up of intelligence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could undo doing one mistake in the past, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not being so emo in Form 2 and Form 4, lol. Nah, working harder for my marks. haha, cliche, no?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17. What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, once, a great philosopher said that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;L is for the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:monospace;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O is for the only one I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;V is very very extra-ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:monospace;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E is even more than anyone that you adore can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2426946075_d329e411b9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2426946075_d329e411b9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;18. What music have you been listening to recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mm, iTunes on random lah. A lot of acoustics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your least favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cats. They are f***ing annoying. Especially when they make love, lol. They have to announce it to the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you wear make-up much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, not at all. I couldn't be less bothered, lol. Too lazy lahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Play and No Work makes.. uh.. well, it's just bad,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-4586890412433770695?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4586890412433770695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=4586890412433770695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4586890412433770695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4586890412433770695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-lacking-material-lah.html' title='I&apos;m lacking material lah!'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-5257203757578843070</id><published>2008-04-27T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T01:32:47.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.</title><content type='html'>Somewhere between my "Acoustic", My Chemical Romance and Silverstein playlists, I realize how much my music taste has changed over the years. Well, it hasn't changed since I was 14/15 but that's not really what I'm getting at. Different people enjoy different music. Music makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do different people enjoy different music? And why do some people just enjoy "anything that sounds good"? I've came up with a simple hypothesis. People that enjoy "anything that sounds good" are essentially, music lovers. They love listening to octaves and sexy rhythms that pleases their soul - if you may. Yeah, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/64192285_dd803ce750.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/64192285_dd803ce750.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about people that enjoy only a certain genre of music? I'm assuming that that genre of music only incorporates certain "tunes" and lyrics where their listeners can relate to. Don't ask me about songs like "Crank That" or err "*insert bad song here*". I'm not sure how people can relate to being Superman and crap but hey, let people lead their lives lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for Norah Jones, she only plays certain type of music throughout her whole album(and possibly career). Same goes for other non-sellouts. Artistes that do not sell out keep their original style of music and genre, like duh! Emo music, being at its peak now (or is it?, i don't know) tells tales of problematic relationships, school, problems in life, generally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/2307927475_dde9a3c8a2.jpg?v=1204671416"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/2307927475_dde9a3c8a2.jpg?v=1204671416" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that experience hardship, euphoria or lust listen to music they can relate to. Even after that stage of their lives, depending on the severity/scale of their experience, people are more inclined to be stuck to that genre of music. Most of the time, the genre of music is determined during adolescence or the post-adolescence "era".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, there are them pop-punk bands(New Found Glory, Simple Plan, Blink 182) that everyone in high school seems to love. A good example. What are the lyrics to some of their songs? I'll give you a line or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/230451908_98a57b274f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/230451908_98a57b274f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Found Glory - Dressed to Kill&lt;br /&gt;"I know it's hard for you,&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To understand what I'm going through.&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But now I sit here to remind myself,&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're always dressed to kill.&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Simple Plan - God Must Hate Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last night I had to study for this test&lt;br /&gt;I forgot man I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;And now my brain is bursting out of, of my head&lt;br /&gt;I can't think I can't breathe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Blink 182 - Story of a Lonely Guy&lt;br /&gt;"She makes me feel like it's raining outside&lt;br /&gt;And when the storm's gone I'm all torn up inside&lt;br /&gt;I'm always nervous on days like this, like the prom.&lt;br /&gt;I get too scared to move, cause I'm a f***in' boy. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/4/5287657_16275b147d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/4/5287657_16275b147d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounding vaguely familiar? High school-ers can relate to that type of music.&lt;br /&gt;I nailed the examples, eh?! Hope I've enlightened you on why different people like&lt;br /&gt;different music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;"You're always, ALWAYS dressed to kill,"&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-5257203757578843070?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5257203757578843070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=5257203757578843070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5257203757578843070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5257203757578843070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/expression.html' title='Expression.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-1998441073975299001</id><published>2008-04-25T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:48:40.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion or Fact?</title><content type='html'>RE-cap. Life's just the way it's supposed to be, you know, simple giving and taking. Of course, everyone being selfish, always wanting to take. In the depths of my emo-ness, I mean.... During one of my lectures, lol, I realized that the attendance in the lecture hall was far from satisfactory. Maybe it's the way i'm brought up but isn't skipping class just plain rude? How would you feel if you were the lecturer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this leads to the topic of the post - Emotion or Fact. People who have a higher sense on control of their emotions tend to base their decisions on fact. And ultimately, people who are more emotionally-inclined tend to decide things with respect to their emotions. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/496093165_6f13997a83.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/496093165_6f13997a83.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this age, we're  already capable of differentiating fact from emotion. Even so, people still tend to make mistakes in choices they're not supposed to be making. The reason would be not knowing the magnitude of the of the "fact" or "emotion" that's placed on the table. To put it blatantly, people can't measure the significance or consequences of picking "fact" or "emotion".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to go against your emotions at times, no? Let's say your pet dog wasn't looking to well - coughing blood, getting bald patches. You bring him/her to the vet and find out that s/he is terminally ill with NO chance of surviving. At the vet's, you find out that another dog is in need of a transplant in the next 5 hours. AND your dog's a compatible donor. What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/86/210188302_520be9ad40.jpg?v=1155062429"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/86/210188302_520be9ad40.jpg?v=1155062429" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The logical/factual thing would do is to give up your dog's life to save another, right? Since s/he's already dying anyway. But no, you wouldn't do that if you were in this situation. That's a basic concept of what my interpretation of "fact" versus "emotion". Well, I'm assuming you love your dog, lol. I'd use other examples but a dog's a fine one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happens on a daily basis. After doing something wrong, you tell yourself "You already know it's wrong, why'd you have to go ahead and do it anyways?". Again, another case of "fact" vs "emotion". As I've said before, we don't know the magnitude of the situation that would rise if we were to pick "fact" or "emotion". Am i losing you guys? You guys get me, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/116026409_71bfc8dd2d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/116026409_71bfc8dd2d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My statements are biased towards choosing "fact" over "emotion" but at times, choosing the latter has its plus sides. Most of the time, however, "fact" prevails - after all, it IS fact. It just depends on the situation. I guess asking someone else for his/her opinion on things would be less biased when compared to you, yourself, making the selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, what I'm trying to say is to make proper choices in life and attempt to clear your thoughts in making decisions - no matter how minute. The factors might not only be fact and/or emotion. It could be other elements. Think critically. If you can't then try asking a friend. After all, what are friends but shoulders to lean on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shot down my strangers whose glances can cripple",&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1998441073975299001?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1998441073975299001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1998441073975299001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1998441073975299001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1998441073975299001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/emotion-or-fact.html' title='Emotion or Fact?'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-7788869318419622572</id><published>2008-04-20T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:36:11.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectives on Judgement.</title><content type='html'>In the midst of completing, or rather, continuing my weekly dose of lab reports, I tend to work less efficiently under less pressure. Other people too, no? I'm gonna screw the lab reports and do some studying - that'll be more effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess the fact that things like "don't worry lah, the lab report's due on weds, today only Sunday whaat" pop into my head, I have a reduced sense of urgency until the the very last few days. I guess it'll hit me on Monday, lol. I've already started actually, I guess I'll do it in the library tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/68/170838066_81b3a95a84.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/68/170838066_81b3a95a84.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic at hand. I've said it one too many times, and I'll say it again. "Different people have different perspectives on things." I'll put you in a situation and you determine what you'd do, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month, you get a monthly allowance. If you finish it before the month's over then you're screwed. OR you could get a monthly allowance+cash for "emergencies". And, having not enough money as mentioned before, could be stated as an emergency. Which?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/77/203457428_fd6ccf6b6e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/77/203457428_fd6ccf6b6e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you're a parent and your child is in that situation. What would you do? Personally, I'd give him/her no extra cash for emergencies and make him/her learn that s/he has to use his/her money sparingly. So, the money I've passed to him/her is already inclusive of "emergencies". What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that are brought up differently have different views. Let's use this as an example. Any particular student has a different mentality than any other given student. The only difference that discourages him/her from breaking the rules is obviously, his/her mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two basic inferences on mentalities can be derived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I guess it's okay to break the rules if I don't get caught. But even if I do get caught, I'll just pay the price."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's not right to break the rules, it's the principle of breaking the rules that is wrong."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/466217354_c4e3c31eda.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/187/466217354_c4e3c31eda.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same thing if a thief that commits theft, no duh! It's okay if I steal. It's okay if I kill. That's just the way life is. It's karma. I'll pay for it later, I don't mind. I'm not sure what's the driving force that propels different mentalities. Society, environmental factors, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've contemplated on what the sources could be and I've arrived at a conclusion. It's how retarded your childhood was, lol. If your parents raised you saying "stealing and killing is perfectly fine - just don't get caught get or you'll have to suffer the consequences if you did". Yes, this sounds absurd. I'll explain why it sounds retarded later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/7201140_4808293151.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/5/7201140_4808293151.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what drives you? Most of you who are reading this blog probably have parents who have good morals and ethics. And of course, it rubs off. Your parents have thought you good from bad and with age, you dig deeper into what your parents "enlighten" you with. Our fundamental morals and beliefs are from what our parents bestow upon us. Like, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People barely change their basic fundamental mentalities throughout life. That is why, how retarded your childhood is determines how retarded you are now - with the fact that your parents determine your childhood. Of course, at this age, our state of mind deviates from our parents but the original ideas are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1318/830107382_5a310985f5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1318/830107382_5a310985f5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having debates with your parents about states of minds and whatnot brings out the best in you. You learn the best in yourself and I know this sounds so damn gay. lol. Most of my posts are. haha. Anyway, we're at an age where we know whats right and wrong - which is again, is a perspective of what our parents teach us. With our concepts of right and wrong, talk to your parents to determine what kind person you turn out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to learn your name,&lt;br /&gt;If you could see this side of me,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S Parents are not necessarily the source of our genetic material. I'd say that bears the least of importance. It's what they present to us in the form of guidance, emotion and support that makes them our parents.&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/3156870376151482184-7788869318419622572?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7788869318419622572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=7788869318419622572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7788869318419622572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7788869318419622572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/perspectives-on-judgement.html' title='Perspectives on Judgement.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-8987140862537846230</id><published>2008-04-16T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T02:47:55.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masks.</title><content type='html'>Nope, no introduction. Straight to the topic. Ironic, much? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really interesting how people can really good in masking their emotions. Imagine this, a group of people laughing away, talking about their day and obstacles, etc etc. Although they are constantly having a giggle, an individual or everyone in that group might not even want to be there. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2147887916_1356e5c617.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2147887916_1356e5c617.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain. Hmm. A group of 5, talking over lunch, blabbering over petty, useless crap. All 5 of them might not even be comfortable at where they are, masking their emotions towards one another. Don't assume that these emotions are negative - they could be positive as well. Someone having feelings so strong for another, and not telling? I guess that's considered a positive emotion, no? And, you know lah, negative emotions. "!&amp;amp;^%#*, that person, &amp;amp;^@." You pretty much get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sorta like how a father or mother hides his/her emotions for the good of their children. Another way of putting it is, or a general way of saying it is that people hide their emotions for the common good. This is the important part. The common good, is, and most of the time, not the common good at all. People assume/believe that their image of the common good actually is the common good. MOST of the time, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/406119968_917eab26e1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/129/406119968_917eab26e1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not the real interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;People say emotions are so powerful and yet people can keep them under control. No? It's the magnitude of the emotions that separates people from breaking down or just keeping their cool. Some people are just plain emotional. There's nothing wrong with that, it's the way they're wired. But it just makes it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; much harder for them to cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions, emotions. Big word. By not showing people your emotions, you are masking your emotions and sometimes, people just can't tell. The public can't tell the scale of severity of your emotions - be it happy, sorrow, emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/11/13304933_d521ef6259.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/11/13304933_d521ef6259.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Of course, keeping it all in is bad. So, just don't keep it bottled up inside. It's okay to lend your shoulder, give a shoulder to cry on. It's okay to go crazy in public, be crazy with someone else in public. On the contrary, sometimes it's just best to keep it all in. It's just how you weigh things in the end that measures up to how you deal with all the emotions that come with stress, joy, sorrow, bla and blah. You get the picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-8987140862537846230?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8987140862537846230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=8987140862537846230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8987140862537846230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8987140862537846230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/masks.html' title='Masks.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-2053798073455238919</id><published>2008-04-13T02:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T03:45:19.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like it, you don't?</title><content type='html'>It's interesting how people can have deviated views on different topics. Not only that, a variety of individuals have an even larger variety of perspective. That's what makes us interesting, or uninteresting - if you may, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to assemble a bunch of idiots in a room and leaders of the world in the other, what would you expect from them if you asked them a question? "My car has barely enough gas to make it to the next state. What do I do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/200970533_34cb873b0e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/63/200970533_34cb873b0e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you think would happen? "Great minds think alike"? So, would the leaders "think alike" and fall on the same conclusion? That phrase doesn't make much sense now, ey? C'mon, great minds think alike? That's so nonsensical. If great minds think alike, then wouldn't we just need 1 great mind to run everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to have 10 great minds, I would get at least 10 great and very different ideas. Agreed? Well, I would like to address the idea that everybody has different tastes and voices on everything - which is so intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/200763411_81560d0a76.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/72/200763411_81560d0a76.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 2 people are the same. Unless they're cloned - and it is possible. People tend to only resonate in aspects of their personalities/interests. In other cases, different people have different tastes. Something that individual A dedicates his life to, could be something individual B hates for a living (i'm just giving an example, lol, no one really hates something for a living).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand what I'm getting at, right? Differential tastes in individuals occur in every person on earth - ranging from music, art, tastes in clothes, food. But, that's the funny part as well. Is there anything on earth that is universal? Is there anything that everybody likes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought of a few things that are universally enjoyed and I made a list.&lt;br /&gt;i) Nothing&lt;br /&gt;ii) Zilch&lt;br /&gt;iii) Nada&lt;br /&gt;iv) Zero&lt;br /&gt;v) Null&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how i only got a list of words with "Zs" and "Ns" lol. There is nothing that everyone truly enjoys universally as a whole. Universally, people cannot agree on a single general notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/76883820_2d7e96a4ce.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/6/76883820_2d7e96a4ce.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance, we'll dance the night away,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-2053798073455238919?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/2053798073455238919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=2053798073455238919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/2053798073455238919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/2053798073455238919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-like-it-you-dont.html' title='I like it, you don&apos;t?'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-545151445697276623</id><published>2008-04-09T02:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T03:24:33.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year older, A year wiser.</title><content type='html'>Hakkas will rule the world someday. Meantime, I have 2 hokkiens that are worth every single pixel of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/2398441793_4702876b9b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/2398441793_4702876b9b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When cash is on the line, after a long night of Hold 'Em, your weakened mental strength, an empty pocket with a side dish of grime xD, is all you have left. Then, you just want to chill with a simple mindless game of BlackJack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2006/2398441171_14b2536124.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2006/2398441171_14b2536124.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, if you get 21. Hurah! But if you're having "one of those nights" you just turn damn dulan and start swearing. "Kanasai eh, my cards. Seriously KANASAI!"&lt;br /&gt;When that happens, you know the dealer is trying to con your money(eventhough s/he isn't,lol)&lt;br /&gt;*note : flaring of nostrils signals frustration*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3102/2399270640_f95ca3860f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3102/2399270640_f95ca3860f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the time, it's Jing. BUGGER.&lt;br /&gt;When I "stare cock" at you, you know I want to win your money. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Yu Jing!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Birthday. And 1 more thing, Giggs should retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2288/2398491735_5c45a85b8e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2288/2398491735_5c45a85b8e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who else is gonna let me ride in their pimped up MyVi and pump petrol 6am in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;With such a "keng chao" custom number plate?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/2399285910_fd710e7d5b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3106/2399285910_fd710e7d5b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Altitude sickness? Nope, not for this Hokkien.&lt;br /&gt;Who's that up there? That Argentina jersey seems all toooo familiar..&lt;br /&gt;Rakel!! Haha. Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Just realized, you were quite high up. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2399263948_c301a252b0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2399263948_c301a252b0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You remember that Rache?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, we were wearing our Santa Hats on the 24th!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Rache, I know it's a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;You can thank me online later on.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Rachel Gouk!!&lt;br /&gt;*See you at Christmas C'=*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's not much else to pen down, or rather, keyboard down? Okay fine, that was so damn lame. THE BASIC ideas is to wish you guys happy birthday and to have a great one this year! I can't meet you Rachel, unless I fly over to New Jersey and kick your ass, lol. For you Yu Jing, I'll see you on Saturday lah, okay? I spend you minum Mango Special or wtv la, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fragile as a brown maple leaf in fall,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-545151445697276623?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/545151445697276623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=545151445697276623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/545151445697276623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/545151445697276623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/year-older-year-wiser.html' title='A year older, A year wiser.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-3367313677910255170</id><published>2008-04-07T23:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:32:58.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"T" to the "A" to the "G"!</title><content type='html'>Thank you Teng Li Ying a.k.a Li Ying Precious. lol. For, well, tagging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've already done this tag, lol. Just that the tag has been flung around a few times, few, if not most, of the questions have already been altered. I'll do it anyway. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap on life. I've not forgotten your words Heng! I will update you guys with my daily happenings! hahah. Well, MUSO can practically kiss my ass. The lecturers do not upload the lecture slides anymore. Not even in the student drive. It's bloody hell retarded. How are we gonna learn if you don't pass us the slides? Retarded-ness. On another note, I've done my Chm1011 and Sci1020 online tests. And I can start on Chem tute and Bio Prac.&lt;br /&gt;On to the tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2331936520_ae2055674f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 266px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3192/2331936520_ae2055674f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. who is your all-time inspiration?&lt;br /&gt;Probably my dad. He had the opportunity to do Pharmacy in Oz. Apparently, he was in Uni of Adelaide and now it's UNISA. I don't know if I'm getting my facts right but that's what he told me. He was really poor but education way back then wasn't as costly as it is now. He lost his father to a disease but did not have enough money to return home. He came home with a degree in Pharmacy years later. High five, Papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you? why?&lt;br /&gt;JonMark - We need brains to get out of the island, right?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy - Three heads are better than 3!&lt;br /&gt;Amy Ho - Everyone needs a bimbo =P. HAHA, kidding Amelia! We need a woman's touch ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Japan, or Europe. Or Old Trafford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do you believe in true love?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I don't know. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'll get myself a car, lol. Probably a Mazda 6. HAHA. I'll invest the rest in real estate or consult my dad, lol. Maybe I'll shop a bit, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;And again, I've already done this question. If I were to "meet" her, I'd definitely not love her. Love takes time, patience and commitment, not just pure lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1419/1439836711_636e48b2b7.jpg?v=1204500083"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1419/1439836711_636e48b2b7.jpg?v=1204500083" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. list out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Li Ying - Intelligent, not afraid of conventional stigmas of society, a great someone to let your hair down with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Requirements? Sounds like something you'd need to enter a course. B for Chemistry and B for Biology/Physics. No requirements from the other half. Probably not being a hypocrite, a thief, that kinda thing. If she were to be that, she wouldn't be my half in the first place, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. which type of person you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I've already answered this. I'll think of another answer.&lt;br /&gt;People who are kiasu out of their freaking mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. if you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me nicely, lol. Thank you very much =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what do you think is the most important in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Many things add up to "most". Family, friendship, knowledge. FFK, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. are you a shopaholic?&lt;br /&gt;Er, sorta, yeah. But I do not spend money like water, mind you. I shop but I don't buy unnecessary things that I don't use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. if you have a chance. which part of your character you would want to change?&lt;br /&gt;The part of me which is insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/49/140857764_2fe407a261.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/49/140857764_2fe407a261.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what would you do if have an off day?&lt;br /&gt;Chill with a group of friends i feel comfortable with. Laughing away and talking about the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. what is the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;Youtube.com . My sister showed me this dog balancing on its two front legs on a table eating rice off a plate. SERIOUSLY, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. how do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;Slightly relieved. I finished my online tests! Also, lonely, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Probably expand my father's business being my Dad's right-hand man.. It's not a dream I would commit too 100%. Everything has a price to pay - remember that, kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;My family and friends, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I don't know. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you could be anybody you want for a day,who would it be. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I'd be Donald Trump or Bill Gates. I'd transfer a whole lotta money into my bank account and not work my ass off later on in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2298/1536963294_817cdb2958.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2298/1536963294_817cdb2958.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, Shmeauty, You look good to me!&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-3367313677910255170?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3367313677910255170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3367313677910255170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3367313677910255170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3367313677910255170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-to-a-to-g.html' title='&quot;T&quot; to the &quot;A&quot; to the &quot;G&quot;!'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-3132216068025328247</id><published>2008-04-04T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:28:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty, Personified by Emotion.</title><content type='html'>Damn I'm tired. Just had futsal and I think I need more exercise. Barely halfway through the match, I was already gasping for every molecule of air. I walked back. Yes people, I walked back okay? lol. On the way back, I looked at the buildup of cars on the way home with the sun setting on the horizon. Somehow, all of that was a little too much to take in. It could've been the extra adrenaline that I called upon during the futsal session. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I reached home, I had dinner and took a shower. After the shower, I laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling and tried to picture that moment of "breathlessness" - if you could call it that. Maybe it was because of the rain before futsal that made the walk home all the more enjoyable. Or it could be just be me. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/416853172_af646da567.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/175/416853172_af646da567.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about the topic. The only reason why something is beautiful is solely based on emotion. I don't think there is any other reason. Call me Mr.Obvious if you want but have you ever wondered how something is beautiful? I bet not. Don't tell me your girlfriend is beautiful coz of her eyes and hair, bla bla bla.. Of course the physical human figure exerts a sense of beauty, probably the most intense, lol, but you're referring to her eyes and hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I say this, you use a physical aspect to determine what is and is not beautiful but instead, it's pure emotion that's telling you that. There. Do I make sense now? lol, I'm always asking at least one rhetorical question coz I want you guys to understand my post, lol. Not saying "Wtf is he talking about". Haha, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1022/1050970024_fec52b8406.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1022/1050970024_fec52b8406.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, It's pure emotion that explains beauty. Be it human grace, the sweetness of a shot on goal, the mind-shattering landscape, it is based on human emotion. Me, myself would like to give a looong list of what I think is beautiful but colingeow.blogspot.com would lose its "charm"/readers =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human emotion being the very essentials that separates us from the beasts is also what defines us as people. Different people have different emotions, therefore, different definitions of beauty. Something beautiful to someone might not be to someone else. People say beauty is overrated but I say, to hell with you. It only is overrated if the individual claims it is. Anyway, what does it matter if what you declare as beauty really is beauty? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard "music soothes the savage beast"? Of course you have. I'd say beauty soothes the savage beast - but then again, wouldn't music be a form of beauty? Ever heard a piece that just moved you or made you rock so hard, your pants fell off ? ; ) . And of course, there are instances where beauty is over exaggerated. Again, another phrase - "It was beauty that killed the beast", from King Kong. Ironic, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2355603800_dbaf70286e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3057/2355603800_dbaf70286e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, I've could have made you guys appreciate beauty a little bit more OR just wasted 10 mins of your life - if I did then, listen to this.&lt;br /&gt;Confucius say, "Two wrongs not make right, but two rights make U turn".&lt;br /&gt;At least you had a joke. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s Note to readers - beauty comes in many shapes, forms and manifestations. Keep an open heart and your eyes peeled - you never know what lays in the corner of every turn. Also, have you told your girlfriends/boyfriends that they're beautiful? Say it only if you mean it coz it'll make their day. I THINK LA, OKAY? It should. C=&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you did a "super-saiyan" pose, I'd fall for you,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s.s Jeremy Toh Lik-da and Jonathan Mark Lim Guang Wei, if you guys are reading this.. SHUT UP. HAHA. No preconceived ideas, please! lol. Have a good one guys!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-3132216068025328247?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3132216068025328247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3132216068025328247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3132216068025328247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3132216068025328247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/beauty-personified-by-emotion.html' title='Beauty, Personified by Emotion.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-4841073332600248065</id><published>2008-04-02T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T01:51:54.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theoretical Notions.</title><content type='html'>I've finally finished my lab reports and essays (just not the one that's due in May, lol). Uni's very hectic to say the least. As you complete your assignments with the last ounce of strength in you body, you think that the work you have accomplished would have suffice before the week was over. You sit your ass down on the couch and as your butt cheeks graze the surface of the sofa, the sofa freaking bites you in the ass. @&amp;amp;%!!!. Yeah, you get the picture. We can't really take a breather. Maybe that's life. Life, debatable, subjective, universal. Uni's supposed to depict life so having no time so sit down, sip the coffee and smell the roses should be part of the everyday routine, kua.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, something tragic happened, I'd prefer not to elaborate further. Back to the topic, I was conversing with my dad some time back, not really sure when though, about life. He had lotsa theories and ideas. One really intrigued me. His theory about old people and being senile. He said that being senile was a part of life and it helps their loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2146/2134640944_0e39d83a61.jpg?v=1198552533"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2146/2134640944_0e39d83a61.jpg?v=1198552533" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your pants on, I'm not even half done. He said, when a loved one gets old and senile, s/he loses his/her personality that we grew up around and loved. They tend to have different desires and needs. At times, they get annoying. As their personalities alter, through time, they would've been become shells or shadows of their former selves. After all, what's a person without a personality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that's left is a dark, empty, void. Sort of like when an insect sheds its exoskeleton. And, with that emptiness and absence of personality, wouldn't we naturally distance ourselves from them? Yeah, that makes sense. Plus, they get irritating and needy. So, wouldn't we have an unbreakable barrier? Sad, right? And when they do pass on, it'll be less painful for us. That's what my dad explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/71/157842673_3c9cd04908.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/71/157842673_3c9cd04908.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i questioned him. Wouldn't we miss their personalities as they once were? Their personalities during their glory days, the golden eras. Their smiles, laughter, warmth and company. My dad replied, "Of course.". And i tried to understand which only led to a distraught pool of questions and ideas. With all the question marks boiling inside me, I said, " Ha?" in the most confused fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He claimed that we would definitely miss them BUT don't we already miss people around us? People who are normally with us who are not with us (i.e working overseas, different schedules, forbidding circumstances). This matter is no different. They just "leave" before they actually do.&lt;br /&gt;Get what I mean? They turn senile before they die - as they turn senile, they leave behind their personalities and richness in character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/171257741_6ab071f618.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/171257741_6ab071f618.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't that be the same as not having them around in the first place? Am I making any sense? Thanks, you get me now. So I got him and I still asked, but that doesn't answer my question, wouldn't it hurt? He nodded his head ,"Stupid question, you think yourself lah". Obviously the answer was yes but how did it all add up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took half a minute to arrange everything in my head and attempted to put them in terms of speech. I took a long breath and blabbered away. I get it now, as they lose their personalities slowly, it's a slower process of losing them, that's why we take it bit by bit and it doesn't hurt as much as if it were to be all gone at once. Is that why they leave, it would be significantly less painful? As when it were to be time, we would've gotten ready for it and its circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo. Hope you've enjoyed reading my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching you is a one way conversation, too,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/2379906547_6eb833d631.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3110/2379906547_6eb833d631.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S Thanks everyone! Thanks for wishing be happy birthday and calling me from where you guys are! I appreciate it. Thanks again. I'd make a list of appreciation but blogger.com/blogspot.com wouldn't have enough terabytes of space. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you from the deepest edges of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow. =]&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/3156870376151482184-4841073332600248065?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4841073332600248065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=4841073332600248065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4841073332600248065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4841073332600248065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/04/theoretical-notions.html' title='Theoretical Notions.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-8093029193367548281</id><published>2008-03-31T16:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T22:36:35.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-A-G, I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;Firstly, I'd like to "thank" Sheng for tagging me, lol. I wanted to post something else tonight but I had to abide to the laws of tagging. Gee, THANKS Sheng. Haha, hope you're holding up good in melb.! (Nobody ever reads tags anyway, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;Instructions: Remove one question from below, add in one of your own(personal), to make a total of 20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;Tag 10 people in your list in the end of this post. Notify them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;At what age do you wish to be married?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;NEVER, haha, late 20's or early 30's lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;What is something you have to do in this life time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;Probably have a happy long life. Yes, I know it's fairytale-ish but isn't that most people want? People basically value emotions over anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If you were asked to give up 2 things important to  you for your lifelong dream, what would they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;1. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;2. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. If you can have 1 dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd live in a TV show. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... What kinda world do you live in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2283/1552383685_56e2ae46c7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 236px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2283/1552383685_56e2ae46c7.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group of friends and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. If you win $ 1 Million, what would you do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably give it to my dad to expand his business. Selfness is next to Godliness - HAHA. Nolah, more capital = more money. Do the math, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, love is such a strong word. I wouldn't meet someone and "love" her. I'd have to know her for quite some time. IN that case, yes I would, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheng. A good listener, a good friend and outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What requirement you wish from your other half?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have one, lol. But if I did, I'd want her be independant and not annoy me over every small thing(I've to agree with Sheng on this). Plus, I need space to breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What kind of person you hate the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "all-talk-no-action" type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/176304506_fa9571eca2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/176304506_fa9571eca2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. If you are given the chance to go back to the past and make a difference, will you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'd change so many things. But then again, weren't our mistakes the colourful part of our lives? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What is your most embarrasing moment in your entire life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I dropped my pen and tried to reach for it. While i was bending to grab it, my ass was in my friends face and I farted. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human figure. Strong will, discipline - basically your mentality lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. If there’s ever a war (Or something similar) happening in your place, are you gonna move to a safer place or fight?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value my life, flee babeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. If you have the chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anti-social bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?(Colin's question)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd want to have jumping abilities. You know, that guy from Jumper who can jump into different countries through picture? Cool, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/488435693_cd49e4a92b.jpg?v=1205689462"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/488435693_cd49e4a92b.jpg?v=1205689462" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What’s your weakest point?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attention span or my control over my emotions, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What’s the thing that you’re most proud of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My di.. haha, er, i'm not very proud of being average in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 64, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. What is the one thing you regret most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. doing this tag? nah, err.. not telling her how I felt or taking things with her seriously,lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tag Jon Mark, Chingy, Suh Ming, Ookers, Jon Lim, Izul, Cristine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What's all the riches, knowledge and fame if there's no one to share them with?,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow,&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/3156870376151482184-8093029193367548281?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8093029193367548281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=8093029193367548281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8093029193367548281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8093029193367548281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/t-g-im-it.html' title='T-A-G, I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-9150903341385542557</id><published>2008-03-28T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T21:55:28.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consolation.</title><content type='html'>The colingeow.blogspot.com faithful have read my post entitled "Grief". Basically, I didn't do as well as I wanted for AUSMAT. The other day, I received a letter in the mail from Curriculum Council. I hoped that they had my results posted wrongly - HEY, a boy can dream, right? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Mr Ngeow, there has been a mistake in the allocation of your results. You actually did a damn good job lor. You scored in the top 0.01% percentile of the whole of Australia giving you a damn chunted TER of 99.94%. Congrats bradda, u wan we giv u scholarship la. can bo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YEA RIGHT - HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2368917186_f8f41dd0bd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2078/2368917186_f8f41dd0bd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, Curriculum Council is sorta like your Edexcel, SAMSA?(is that what you call the body of education for SAM?), VCE. That kinda thing lah.. It's an organization in charge of the whole of Western Australia's Year12 subs and whatnot. AUSMAT being western australia's Year 12, I had to oblige to its rules and regulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to what I got in the mail, came to me as a shocker lah, basically. Here's what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2368072099_c29658fdef.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2368072099_c29658fdef.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Click to enlarge*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ll, ESL is basically English as a Second Language, lol. And I've got 2 things to say, lol.&lt;br /&gt;1) English is my FIRST language, haha.&lt;br /&gt;2) It says guide to good answers - it could be for a grade B or C, or even A!&lt;br /&gt;(i'm hoping it's an A, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S Okayla, fine.. it wasn't the other day, lol. It was on aneh's birthday. AND I think jon and ram had copies of these too. NOOOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly redeemed,&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Nothing and Everything go according to plan,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-9150903341385542557?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/9150903341385542557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=9150903341385542557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/9150903341385542557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/9150903341385542557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/consolation.html' title='Consolation.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-8941026491358899958</id><published>2008-03-27T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:26:27.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stroll Down Memory Lane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/197328450_a99ff6956f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/58/197328450_a99ff6956f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's Like a Box of Chocolates. - Mr. Gump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was a real joy ride for me. I learnt so much and more importantly, I had tons of experiences. Singing on corridors, running around in class and just not giving a rat's ass about what the teacher wanted. Yeah, I guess it's really immature but I wouldn't wanna have my high school life any way else. Well, mid Form 4 (in 2005) , I earned myself a 555 book. No, you don't say it as five-five-five book. That just sounds retarded. It's called triple five, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, only the "privileged" could get their hands on a 555 book, haha. The very few reasons why we get the 555 book was mainly because :&lt;br /&gt;i) The Class Control book was too often misplaced whenever our names were jotted down in it. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;ii) The principal or a higher authoritative figure needed a firm hold on us.&lt;br /&gt;iii) They just wanted to mess around with us - lol, nah. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grades are written on the far right hand side of the booklet and A's are the best and D's are the worst, no duh!? The teacher judges us and gives us a grade based on our behaviour and completion of homework - simple enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2363896499_8be0101446.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2363896499_8be0101446.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, take a look. You basically redeem a free rotan for every "D" you get, lol. And cheekily I asked the principal if we could rotan him for every "A" we got. If only it worked that way - I would be getting A's for the rest of my high school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I just avoided the D's and you'll be home free. But I got this.. And he gave me a rotan. But before that I asked why. Obviously, I didn't get any D's. He replied ", You got 3 C's. That's just as bad." Okay, so i was new to the trade and I had to learn its tips and tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2363767271_38b5302934.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 209px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3013/2363767271_38b5302934.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Physics - Notes (Reduced Attention). C-&lt;br /&gt;Maths - Exam Discussion. C-&lt;br /&gt;Add. Maths - Notes and Example Exercises. C+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I learned that some teachers were more lenient than others in grading. I used that to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never touched my additional math homework for the whole 2 years I took it (I focused very much on tuition, lol). Despite that, I didn't get a rotan for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2364597414_0ae89a2ae5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 114px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2098/2364597414_0ae89a2ae5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The comment says " Copies note, homework incomplete!". B&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along those lines, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/2364710176_f98acbeb5d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 93px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2151/2364710176_f98acbeb5d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, this says "Last week work haven't pass up". B&lt;br /&gt;It's add math, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/2363876191_36ba462bff.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2108/2363876191_36ba462bff.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Incomplete. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't know why, but I got an 'A' - WHAT AN IDIOT. Haha, nah.. The teacher was being nice =) Maybe because the subject before this was graded an A too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the subjects that I couldn't be less bothered about, I just took my time to reach back to class. BUT sometimes, the teachers just don't believe us when we commit to a good deed. It's maybe because we're always so full of shit. So much so that they can't trust us no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2364680846_40788f5aca.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2364680846_40788f5aca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maths - Came back 20mins late after science. Punished with 30 squats. C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here, I was actually helping another teacher carry her books up the stairs since she was old and had to carry a whole lot of books and crap. AND I got 30 squats. Oh well, it was a relief teacher anyway -  a disciplinary figure, at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2364709736_973f576949.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 101px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2344/2364709736_973f576949.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Physics - relief class - went out to get something with my permission but returned 20 minutes later. C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got bored...or hungry.. or bored AND hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, based on the "rotan scheme" shown to you at the start of this post, take a look at this, lol. It was just one of those days where you just want to have fun. Haha. I didn't see the principal that day, lol. I just eventually stopped visiting him after that  type of "judgment". LOL, the "E" Grade isn't even in the "rotan scheme". HEY, at least I got an "A".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/2364685636_740edcf96a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3216/2364685636_740edcf96a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahasa Malaysia - Poetry Revision. A&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - Still doesn't pass up the exercise book. D&lt;br /&gt;History. B&lt;br /&gt;Moral - Project. B+&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - Revision. E&lt;br /&gt;Principle of Accounts - Revision &amp;amp; kicks ball towards window. D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Freak&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ng hell, my chemistry teacher wasn't done with me first time round! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love her English.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge me all you want. Form 4 was the year that I learnt so much as a human being and also the year where I learnt crap from being a student, haha. But hey, I'm doing fine now - doing what I enjoy doing (i.e having an interest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2136/2363909451_24969f8a52.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2136/2363909451_24969f8a52.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An imperfect little smile tells an untold tale of grace,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-8941026491358899958?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8941026491358899958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=8941026491358899958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8941026491358899958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8941026491358899958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/stroll-down-memory-lane.html' title='Stroll Down Memory Lane.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-3516635857824215805</id><published>2008-03-22T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T04:08:49.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Man is an Island.</title><content type='html'>This post is gonna be more of a memoir than anything else. I don't think most of you might find this suiting your taste but I just wanted to voice it out.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 3 weeks into the semester, I've met plenty of hi-bye friends, foosball friends, hi-bye-how-you-doing-friends.. You pretty much get the picture lah. I've made friends - yes, i'm not sociably retarded. OR am I? Well, I wouldn't say I am coz I'm just picky with my friends that come into my "inner circle" if you could call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/2347578203_a055fc7244.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/2347578203_a055fc7244.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the people I've hung out or gone out with are in my inner circle - places where I can just chill and don't give a fuck about what's what. Maybe that was a bit too harsh. Basically, they're just situations where I can just let my hair down and have fun. Being stripped of that and just thrown into a new environment isn't that new for me so I sorta get used to it with time. In AUSMAT, i didn't know anyone - I made friends that I could chill with and just be cool with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to find a clique where I am now but other people tend to be doing just fine. I guess its just interest. No other students in my program tend to resonate with things I like to do. This may sound EXTREMELY selfish but hey, isn't that what you do with your friends? Having similar interests and just talk about it? Yeah.. I just can't find that clique. I just can't stand talking about shit I'm totally not interested in and pretend to be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, very self-absorbed? I wouldn't think so. I guess it just takes time lah.. I remember having the same feeling in the first week of AUSMAT but the 2nd week was okay and the 3rd was already so much fun. Time passes by way slower here.. What? You're asking me to grow up? Being in a university is about studying? I say, "Fuck you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2349020948_a38e28c5d8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2349020948_a38e28c5d8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a university is all about the experience. The experience of having about 23 hours of class per week and spending the rest of the time doing God-knows-what. The experience is about waking up at 11 and deciding what to wear to class coz eventhough your cupboard is full of clothes, you've already worn that outfit too many times. The experience is about meeting real figures of education - the Doctors, Proffessors and the Dean. The experience is about being in a lecture hall and scouting for chicks that you think are hot and check 'em out when you need that 5-second break from the lecture. The experience is a whole new train ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relating to the topic, I tend to wander aimlessly on campus with my headphones on completing errands and just spending most of my time as alone time. When I come home, I don't really talk to my parents or my sister - for that matter, bout what really ticks me off, keeps me going. That kinda mumbo jumbo lah. No man is an island. I just miss having good times where you can just fucking laugh your ass off for no apparent reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/121961750_49a594284a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/121961750_49a594284a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good times. AUSMAT was fun and I guess that part of my life flew by. Haha, and i still can't find a clique I can be cool with lah.. It's not that my friends at my university aren't cool.. they are really great people, actually.. but we're just very different people la - to put it simply. I don't wanna dig in further coz then this post would be too personal and become too uncomfortable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update tmr or sometime soon coz  I don't think this post appeals to most people.&lt;br /&gt;P.s I apologize for the foul language, typos and colloquial sms terms such as "tmr" and "coz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be an Island anymore if you'd step onto my white sandy seashore,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-3516635857824215805?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3516635857824215805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3516635857824215805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3516635857824215805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3516635857824215805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-man-is-island.html' title='No Man is an Island.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-8683449501552910265</id><published>2008-03-14T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:13:48.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sipping With Uncertainty.</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. Eliminate any preconceived notion about this post being a philosophical view reflecting the very foundations of life. Well, I don't like blogging about too heavy a topic coz then I'll probably lose you guys somewhere between the the start to the end, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ever drank through a straw? Okay, dumb question. Have you ever had a sip through a cup that was opaque? Yerp, them paper cups you get from a fast food outlet. It's funny how when you drink through that cup with a straw, you continue sipping and hoping that the drink had an endless supply of divine liquid that you were savouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/333330895_abaa8e5735.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/139/333330895_abaa8e5735.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you know that it's gonna finish (by laws of chemistry and physics), you somehow don't want it to. Denial sets in and you deceive yourself by convincing yourself that there actually is more soda in the cup than there actually is. Haha. Get what I mean? The only reason why that uncertainty exists is because you can't really look through the walls of the cup that holds the holy water - if you could call it that, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i lied, lol. I'm relating it to life, haha. But it's not heavy lah. While you gulp down that drink, and you just roughly know when the drink will finish, that sorta is like a manifestation of the concept of life - or rather, parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People believe what they want to believe. Simple enough to interpret, innit? Furthermore, there are extents to what people want to believe in. Let's say a scientist, a very theoretical based one at that, that does not believe in life after death - you know, the ones that believe in decomposition of the body (Nitrogen cycle, Carbon cycle, bla bla), loses someone close to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/468482515_9d2f81c30f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/192/468482515_9d2f81c30f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Scientist then goes against his principles and starts to believe what he wants to believe (i.e life after death, rebirth). Get what i mean now? I'm just using the drink as a simple concept/example, lol. There are tons of examples that I could give but I think you guys already get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another, is the opacity of the paper cup and the weight of the liquid in the cup. Wad am I tokking about? Haha. Think of it this way, the opacity of the paper cup as the inability to read things happening in life AND the weight of liquid in the cup as an estimate as to what is happening in life. Did you get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cup opaque = can't read things in life AND weight of liquid = estimate of what really is happening. Sometimes, relying on our 5 senses doesn't give you a good picture of what we are actually experiencing but people do it anyway. Okay, okay.. I'll put it Layman's terms coz I'm hopeless when it comes to explaining concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/241/448681752_e0b0fe97e5.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/241/448681752_e0b0fe97e5.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you drink from that cup, you hold the cup with the liquid inside and by depending on the weight of the cup, you can tell how much liquid there is in life. BUT, there are other confounding variables that might be lurking. There might be tons of ice in the cup or the cup might just be heavy. And also, in relation to life, there are other hidden elements that might affect the final result significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, the moral of the story is that,&lt;br /&gt;i) Don't sell out your beliefs eventhough it's the easy way out unless you've done enough research/study.&lt;br /&gt;ii) Try not to assume coz in the end, you make and ASS out of U and ME. Yeah, lame but true.&lt;br /&gt;iii) Incorporate variables that could alter the weight of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step-by-step, it's easy as ABC,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-8683449501552910265?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8683449501552910265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=8683449501552910265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8683449501552910265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8683449501552910265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/sipping-with-uncertainty.html' title='Sipping With Uncertainty.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-1981323488888733101</id><published>2008-03-10T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:14:14.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle, Rinse, Repeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I think that the last TAG was pretty much annoying. So I'm gonna do a whole new one. lol. You might say I'm too free but I just can't settle for less sometimes.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Describe yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The World's Greatest (R.Kelly)&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA.. seriously, I didnt pick the song, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How has the past 17 years been for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Special Two (Missy Higgins)&lt;br /&gt;Erm, pretty much. =). Always having and image of "the special two".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Whats going on in your mind lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix You  - Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if you can't fix yourself.. Isn't that the next plan? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What has been a great influence to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home - Buble.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I am currently....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Dream - Ganjaguru.&lt;br /&gt;Well, It'd make more sense if the title of the song was "In a Dream". Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I want someone who is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Not Over - Secondhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;uhh... Is what means?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. I can't stand people who are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices - Saosin.&lt;br /&gt;And I think this is where the tag starts to be pointless, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is better to do than to blog now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love You - David Tao.&lt;br /&gt;haha, I've learnt that "love" is a very strong word. I'd rather not comment on "loving" someone other than my family members and my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. My blog is all about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light On My Shoulder - Susie Suh.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. not really my blog.. but my life? I don't associate my blog TOO much with my personal life - just my notions. I like to keep things private. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/312248934_0fe777cba2.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/312248934_0fe777cba2.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. 10 years from now, I might be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong Enough - Stacie Orrico.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah, I hope I will be strong enough. Life is tough, okaay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Shuffling is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Know Me - Buble.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess.. Shuffling isn't my sorta thing. I'm always up for a slowdance ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Foosball is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Yes yes. Why do you build me up, buttercup baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. I love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything - Fefe Dobson.&lt;br /&gt;One word - melodramatic. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Whats your best pickup line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatest Story Ever Told - Oliver James.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Where did you put my wallet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau Ilhamku - ManBai&lt;br /&gt;And again. It makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What do you do when you see your ex pass by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction - Benny Bensassi.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. This one is good. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If I could turn back time, I would..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shining - Edge of Fire.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if I could turn back time, I would shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. When you're at the movies, and the couple behind you is making obscene noises, you would turn around and say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven - David Archuleta.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What are your preference on girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryin' - Aerosmith.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they got that way off. Girls crying is the world's worst phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Your favourite food at 12 midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travellin' Band - Credence Clearwater Revival&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess most of my songs wouldnt make sense, lol. I dont have songs that are also food items as titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. For the people out there who read this, I'd like to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:19 - Matt Werz.&lt;br /&gt;Err.. I'd like to tell them a time? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Describe your college life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hikari - Tainaka Saichi.&lt;br /&gt;WELL, Hikari means light as in sunlight. I don't really get this one. lol. Maybe it's symbolic. AUSMAT made me learn tons of stuff, though. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. If you could say one last word to your loved one, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drift Away - Dobie Gray.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Depressing, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What would you want for your next birthday present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordplay - Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, getting a long list of buildings/phrases with wordplay wouldn't be too bad a pressie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/92/276878404_7c3ec089d1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/92/276878404_7c3ec089d1.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. I totally dislike...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupid - Sam Cooke.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. they got this one wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;But, nice song guys. Get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Favourite slogan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll Be Safe Here - Rivermaya.&lt;br /&gt;Not really, lol. But i've used it more than once. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. I am going to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerodynamic - Daft Punk.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i sure am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. After you've played a game of football in the mud, you yell to your opponents..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Me For a Reason - Boyzone.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get things straight. I don't know how this song ended up on my iTunes playlist, okay? haha, but its a good answer, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. If your life was was written in a book, the title of the book would be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable - Seconhand Serenade.&lt;br /&gt;And again.. This is so i-hate-my-life-and-i'm-from-high-school-and-i'm-scared-to-give-my-heart-coz-im-afraid-of-being-vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Describe your iTunes library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Do Us Part - A Change of Pace.&lt;br /&gt;Yerp, Yerp. Only death will do us part. Again, good punk rock song. Get it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Diet Coke is bad for health because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio is For Lovers - Hawthorne Heights.&lt;br /&gt;lol. hahahaha. No connection whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Whats your opinion on PDA (public display of affection)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try A Little Tenderness - Buble.&lt;br /&gt;Yup, that's the way to go. Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. If someone you've been longing to talk to, brushes you off when you call him/her, what goes through your mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naluri Lelaki - Samsons.&lt;br /&gt;lol. I guess "naluri lelaki" translates into "my ego is big and i can't take this kind of treatment, you !^%(@"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Why are you not studying now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme Song - Doraemon.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. I think Christine/Izul sent me this song. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. If a girl kisses you, how would you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Boo - Alicia Keys feat. Usher.&lt;br /&gt;WELL, your boo doesn't have to necessarily be the girl to kiss you, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/404631197_9a82aa4379.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/404631197_9a82aa4379.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How bout &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; life on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shuffle&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'd rather you guys to do this one tag than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we bump into each other,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&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/3156870376151482184-1981323488888733101?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1981323488888733101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1981323488888733101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1981323488888733101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1981323488888733101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/shuffle-rinse-repeat.html' title='Shuffle, Rinse, Repeat.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-5748449725586252644</id><published>2008-03-10T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:31:20.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG! You're it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51SiviCGJ3L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51SiviCGJ3L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, to start things off, I'd like to say thank you to Jon and Jeremy for tagging me and forcing me to do this tag. And also for helping me in my online test. Kudos. One more thing, lol. I'll try my best to make the answers make sense, okay!? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose a band / artist and answer ONLY in titles of their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. Are you male or female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. Describe yourself:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story of A Lonely Guy (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do some people feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shut Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How do you feel about yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everytime I Look For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Ex boyfriends/girlfriends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Current boyfriend/girlfriend/crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please Take Me Home. (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;8. Describe where you want to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rock Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Describe where you live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roller Coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe how you live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reckless Abandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you ask for if you had just one wish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All The Small Things ( haha, I like this one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Share a few words of Wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give Me One Good Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Any general advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay Together for The Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Share a favorite pickup line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's My Age Again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. And if that one doesn't work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feeling This (LOL, i dont know lah.. this is hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What secondary school do/did you attend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going Away to College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pepsi or coke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apple Shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Any pets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mutt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Favorite food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toast and Bananas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Say goodbye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;About 80% of the questions don't make sense. Haha. I take back what I said about this being a good Tag. IT IS NOT. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag :&lt;br /&gt;Amy Ho&lt;br /&gt;Sher Lin&lt;br /&gt;Yin Yin&lt;br /&gt;Izul&lt;br /&gt;Sheng&lt;br /&gt;AiAiManMan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys better do it when you read it, please! lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-5748449725586252644?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5748449725586252644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=5748449725586252644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5748449725586252644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5748449725586252644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/tag-youre-it.html' title='TAG! You&apos;re it.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-9188856147328276129</id><published>2008-03-06T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T23:58:22.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innovative Inventions.</title><content type='html'>It's kinda interesting how most gadgets came about - even the simplest of inventions. Ideas and concepts of these day-to-day items are taken for granted most of the time. I'd say, an interesting one would be the nail clipper, lol. Yup. that sharp thingy you use to trim your filthy fingernails and/or toenails. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing I don't get. Why are there bottle openers on them nail clippers? Was there ever a time where you where "reducing your nail length" and was thinking.. Hmm, this nail is kinda long.. *in a burst of energy* Holy Shit, I know! I'll get a beverage that requires the use of a bottle opener! OMG! There's one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2314859488_5f258aae55.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2398/2314859488_5f258aae55.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I don't know how innovators worked that out. lol. Okay fine, think of it in a different scenario. You're walking around in your house.. Opening that bottle of beer or whatever and you realize.. *hmm, this beer's pretty smo... I WANNA CUT MY TOENAILS! Whoa, that's convenient - it's right there!* Mmhmm, however it may seem - it just seem plain retarded. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. Other than having a nail clipper and a bottle opener on the nail clipper, there's also a knife on it. I don't know What the hell you're gonna use that knife for, I mean.. It's not even sharp for crying out loud. It's like having a wax coating over your teabags so that your tea leaves won't brew in your hot water. Yerp, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/2314051605_6dd22e2809.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2387/2314051605_6dd22e2809.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, random much? That's the way the mind works - in mysterious ways. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shazam, I wouldn't mind getting to know you,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-9188856147328276129?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/9188856147328276129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=9188856147328276129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/9188856147328276129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/9188856147328276129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/innovative-inventions.html' title='Innovative Inventions.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-2946533373649259206</id><published>2008-03-03T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T23:28:03.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat got your tongue?</title><content type='html'>Was heading for lectures in Monash earlier this morning. The same boring route i've taken for two years. The morning rides were always a way for me and my father to communicate. So we use "the Summit way" wherever he drops me off. We were talking about I-forgot-what and I was cursing coz there was a really bad jam and I was gonna be late for my lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to realize that an old Proton Saga had brokendown in the middle of the road. When the traffic light turned red, we stopped right beside that Proton Saga and there was an old couple in the car. The man was already out when I stopped there, actually. The old man and I had eye contact, I could see that he was really worried. And, I looked at my dad. He asked me to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v98/15/86/501243678/n501243678_76219_7424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v98/15/86/501243678/n501243678_76219_7424.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad asked him in cantonese "Have you called yet?". Well, obviously, he was referring to the automotive company or whatever insurance policy he applied for. The old man ignored my dad. My dad, with a sense of persistence, raised his voice and questioned the old man again. The old man turned around and saw my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man's reply was an action. He pointed to his ears and shook his hand in the way most of us say "don't have" or "no". So we came to the conclusion that he was deaf. Sure enough, he was. So my dad offered to ring the automotive company with the phone number that he had on a sticker. I ran down the car and took the car plate number down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/409254509_e6f648976f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/162/409254509_e6f648976f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, apparently, on my way to school, Joo Khiang saw me jotting down the car plate number. Haha. Anyway, I ran back in the car and hastily copied down the number of the automotive company he was under. My dad then dialed the numbers and contacted the company. By the time my father was on the phone, the light turned green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last sight of that old man was him blowing kisses to us, repeatedly. WELL, however gay it may sound, lol, it was his way of saying thank you. Afterall, he couldn't speak nor could he hear. Maybe it was just me but I think he was really grateful, lol - I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/84/274460455_0e3b641703.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/84/274460455_0e3b641703.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I reached my lecture slightly late with the lecturer so pissed at me. But, wtf, right? She's a bitch, lol. And i don't like the subject. I went to school smiling but halfway thru I was already so lost in my lecture. Haha. Thanks for tuning in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my brown-eyed girl, I've got my head on twirl,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-2946533373649259206?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/2946533373649259206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=2946533373649259206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/2946533373649259206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/2946533373649259206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/03/cat-got-your-tongue.html' title='Cat got your tongue?'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-1362019617609671428</id><published>2008-02-27T22:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:26:56.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth.</title><content type='html'>Started lectures and classes on monday. I kindaAusmat and the lecturers. They were warmer and friendly but I guess tertiary studies is "strictly business". Was just reminicsing the other day (if you could call it that) 'bout the good times in Ausmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every friday, we used to have English class. Jay, the lecturer, almost never comes on time-  if at all. And our classes were about an hour. So we had to find something to do to keep us busy. A friend of mine suggested playing the "Alphabet Game". It was so freaking lame I tell you but aren't the lamest things the most fun? ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2221/2195731795_7d84337ebc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2221/2195731795_7d84337ebc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a random alphabet is picked and you've to name something that starts with that alphabet from a given category within a given time limit. So we made the categories "Country, Animal, Fruit, Brand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The letter "V" was selected and the clock ran. We were given 90 seconds - fair enough la right? Pre-university students sommore, lol. So i thought to myself.. "What the F**k? Why V? Why V? Omg.. how to pick la..". So I had an idea and asked if it was okay to do it. "Eh, Ram, can repeat my words ah?" and he replied "If it fits then can lah". Okay great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/87325319_875a1bbb54.jpg?v=1195404153"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/42/87325319_875a1bbb54.jpg?v=1195404153" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was pounding and I was thinking of a country, an animal, a fruit and a brand. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;The time zoomed pass and I had 10 seconds left.. So I do what Malaysians do best. Just ''hantam'' lah.. Then I was done la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The points were measured and I got 4/4 points. Haha. The categories again, were Country, Animal, Fruit and Brand. I wrote Vladivostok Vagina Vagina and Vincci. I got a high five from my friends and we had a good laugh, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still look great,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1362019617609671428?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1362019617609671428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1362019617609671428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1362019617609671428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1362019617609671428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/02/warmth.html' title='Warmth.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-9174698999757815608</id><published>2008-02-15T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:16:53.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life.</title><content type='html'>Was pondering bout life the other day. Yeah, the usual stuff you guys think about too. What are we to achieve before our expiry dates? Was having a conversation with my mom the other day, that got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Colin!! Clear the table, sweep the floor la - I have enough work as it is. No maid la, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Colin : Yea yea, when I get older and make tons of cash, I'll buy you a RR and get you a driver along with a  8 butlers lah.&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Haha, yeah, I'm hoping for that day to come. And uh, a SLK will do la, or any BMW Sports. One maid also enough la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2059182077_4d82f0f98d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2202/2059182077_4d82f0f98d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smiled and did what she told me to. But that got me thinking. Just realised that most of our dreams are based on materialistic needs. Well, maybe its just that most of us are kiasu  OR we can't deny the fact that everything revolves around having money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my notion on our time on earth. I'd say, we have no roles. No individual roles, at least - just the typical ones. Taking care of your loved ones and et cetera. One more thing, c'mon, in this day and age, you cannot live without money. Go on, prove me wrong - or can you survive on love? Haha, bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1007/529254017_4b9bd9e07d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1007/529254017_4b9bd9e07d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked tons of people what they would want in the later years of their life. Many of them say they want comfortable lives and a balance of everything and anything. Fair enough, I guess I want that too. What about being rich? Well, uh.. I guess most people wouldn't mind being rich but maybe its all the strings attached to being rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out of topic again, lol. Reverting back to the question, what to achieve? Personally, I dont think there's much to achieve except for personal purposes. There is no set path for you except the ones you set for yourself, really. I may sound naive and all, but think about it. The only limit is what our mind sets our for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/119988089_1c01f84ace.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/44/119988089_1c01f84ace.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to achieve anything but I just don't wanna have said "I think I should've done that" later on. In the end, its not what you want to "achieve" that troubles people, its what they cannot OR how they want to live their lives. If living your lives include achieving something then Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just grazed the surface of what i'm trying to pinpoint but that pretty much sums up the large picture. Enlighten me, leave comments. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to sing? My brown-eyed girl,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-9174698999757815608?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/9174698999757815608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=9174698999757815608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/9174698999757815608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/9174698999757815608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/02/live-life.html' title='Live Life.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-8998999310675026922</id><published>2008-02-06T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T06:07:18.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chio Bu.</title><content type='html'>In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hokkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chiobu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" translates to "Girl". Well, I'm not referring to the immature, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prepubescent&lt;/span&gt; sort. Put it this way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chiobu&lt;/span&gt; translates to "Female". That sounds better. Ever had your eye on that gorgeous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chiobu&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Here are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ChioBus&lt;/span&gt;(plural of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Chiobu&lt;/span&gt;) that I think are HOT, scratch "HOT", I prefer the term "vaguely yet extremely attractive", lol. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt; (coal-bee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kuy&lt;/span&gt;-lay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/images/photo4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colbie&lt;/span&gt; Marie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt;, daughter of Ken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Caillat&lt;/span&gt; who is/was also a producer for the band &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Fleetwood&lt;/span&gt; Mac, born in California on the 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of May, 1985. This 22 year old exploded into the music scene with her album "Coco". Her single "Bubbly" is currently on airwaves and radio&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Katharine McPhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_kids/katharine-mcphee-album-400-012607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 369px" alt="" src="http://www.aolcdn.com/ch_kids/katharine-mcphee-album-400-012607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pigduck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/katss1kv3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://pigduck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/katss1kv3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pigduck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/katharinemcphee-vegas-june2007-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pigduck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/katharinemcphee-vegas-june2007-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katharine Hope McPhee, the 23 year old hailiing from California. She has Irish, Scottish and German heritage and was discovered on the ever popular American Idol. She finished 2nd behind Taylor Hicks in the 2005 season of American Idol. Ms Gorgeous here isn't only nice on the eyes, heck she's nice on the ears as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii)Katherine Heigl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://evilbeetgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/heigl_laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 355px" alt="" src="http://evilbeetgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/heigl_laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freshpair.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/heigl-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 388px" alt="" src="http://www.freshpair.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/heigl-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ninjadude.com/images/Katherine-Heigl/katherine-heigl-bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.ninjadude.com/images/Katherine-Heigl/katherine-heigl-bra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine Marie Heigl who has had an eventful career was born in Washington D.C on the 24th of November 1978 - meaning she's 29 this year.(for those of you who are too lazy to calculate her age =P). She used to be a fashion model and used to have a brother. In 1986, her 15 year old brother died in a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) Emma Watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://readingharry.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/emma-watson-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://readingharry.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/emma-watson-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://readingharry.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/em-watson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://readingharry.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/em-watson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/startracks/070723/emma_watson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/startracks/070723/emma_watson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma Charlotte Duerre Watson, 15 April 1990(Yess, I'm older =P), infamous for her roles as Hermione Granger in the Harry Potter saga. She was born in Paris and enjoys hockey and debating. Emma also has a certificate which allows her to scuba dive anywhere in the world. She also passed her first driving test on January 28th 2008. And she is HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took ages to complete. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are beautiful and gorgeous but you are perfect,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-8998999310675026922?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/8998999310675026922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=8998999310675026922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8998999310675026922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/8998999310675026922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/chio-bu.html' title='Chio Bu.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-7803201855211494331</id><published>2008-01-29T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:36:24.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Japanese Nature.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.columbiatribune.com/gameover/super-mario-bros.e_00.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blogs.columbiatribune.com/gameover/super-mario-bros.e_00.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super Mario Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been looking blatantly at this empty box attempting to conjure ideas and notions when it finally hit me! In school, what were your major problems? Not studies, of course, lol. No way, jose.&lt;br /&gt;Possibly getting a tons of friends and shit? Nah, not me. I had tons of trouble playing my Playstation games. Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p85/nikox007/B1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p85/nikox007/B1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bomberman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North American games are easy enough but screw them Japanese ones. Final Fantasy 7, Megaman x3. Just to name a few. Had them inflicting stress on my 10-year old cerebrum. If you guys had a taste of how tough it was to "enhance the armor" or killing the "Weapons". F***, you'd be having high blood pressure at the age of 15. ( Weapons - uber mini-bosses, probably harder than the main boss. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-images.amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/71/7c/0f63024128a0984573992010.L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://g-images.amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/71/7c/0f63024128a0984573992010.L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Fantasy 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, i was a kid la, okay? I wanted to live in a world of fantasy and to be summoned from slumber with cash under my pillow - probably tips from the tooth fairy. The game was so hard that it would be guaranteed that some kids would be whipping out their GameSharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could only remember these two games that terrified my childhood till I was hiding behind my mom's apron strings. Well, Final Fantasy 8 and 9 weren't as tough as 7. Though, weren't as epic. Anyone missed out on Final Fantasy 7? Don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mmxz.zophar.net/megamanxz/megamanx3/mmx3_psx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://mmxz.zophar.net/megamanxz/megamanx3/mmx3_psx.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Megaman x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't know why I'm ranting about this now but I wanted to get back at the makers of the games and tell them to $&amp;amp;#* off and thanks. Great game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was totally pointless but I guess all my posts are pretty much heading in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freerice.com/banners/468_60_FullBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://freerice.com/banners/468_60_FullBanner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, heck this website out if you have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freerice.com/"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website is a project run by the World Food Program which aids in providing food to nations of extreme poverty. You're basically tested on your grammar skills and for each question you get right the ad companies sponsor 20 grains of rice. I'm still new to this website and I'm not very sure how it totally works. Please give it a try. It's totally free. Do yourself and others a favour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://freerice.com/banners/392_72_FullBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://freerice.com/banners/392_72_FullBanner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would, but it doesn't work that way,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-7803201855211494331?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7803201855211494331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=7803201855211494331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7803201855211494331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7803201855211494331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/01/of-japanese-nature.html' title='Of Japanese Nature.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-3924724673847501939</id><published>2008-01-19T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T01:11:13.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/91/220077690_8b3f78d43e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/91/220077690_8b3f78d43e.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And again, another personal post. Four of my friends that have never been away from Malaysia for studies since I've known them are leaving for their respective universities soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 1250 now, Rachel's leaving in 5 hours or so to the States where she's progressing in her education in Rider University, New Jersey. She'll be probably back in a year's time or so. Oh yeah, she's getting a major in Mass Com. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy, the brother from another mother, is leaving for Queensland on Monday, the 21st. Well, we had a farewell dinner for him earlier tonight at Eastin and made him wear pink wings. Good times, good times. Bachelor of Business? well, majoring in Business Management, of all things, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heng Yew, the Singaporean Hainam - not that I have anything against Hainams, lol. They make good chicken rice. He's leaving on the 12th for Monash, was it? Not sure really what course he plans to pursue but he wants to get into a lousy course first and transfer to something more prospective after - Amen to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheng. HAHAHAHA. Enough said. No idea when he's leaving as well but I think he's bunking with Heng at Melbourne. He'll be walking the streets, or rather, walkways of RMIT ( Royal Melb. Institute of Tech) in month's to come. Kudos to that man! Majoring in P.R, please come back a socialite. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/56/160606951_c6463ae30f.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will seriously miss you guys, who's gonna borrow me their PSP? Who's gonna aid me in MahJong? Who's gonna play Poker with me? Oh well, Haha. What about my plans you ask? Well, I'm going to good ol' Monash Malaysia. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-3924724673847501939?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3924724673847501939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3924724673847501939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3924724673847501939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3924724673847501939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/01/au-revoir.html' title='Au Revoir.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-688476630521845508</id><published>2008-01-10T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:01:44.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Splash Zone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YW0YnWHkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FEDdvKeRQpQ/s1600-h/Imago039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YW0YnWHkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FEDdvKeRQpQ/s320/Imago039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153831912788598338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings! The most of you should know that the condition of the public toilets in Malaysia which are kinda bad. OKay fine, "bad" is a total understatement of its actual state. It's bloody filthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I'm not gonna rant on about how my pair of jeans bagged and it swept the floor of the wet dirty toilet floor and absorbed some of the pee pee left by other irresponsible individuals. No, i'm not gonna do that, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you guys familiar with the ISZ? The International Splash Zone. Let me get you a visual reference first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YYIYnWHlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tHe23Wy3OvE/s1600-h/szone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YYIYnWHlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tHe23Wy3OvE/s320/szone.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153833355897609810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, listen up. The person who's at pottie palace labelled 1 could ''splash'' his pee onto the next pottie palace labelled "x" on the right. And P.P(Pottie Palace) number 2 would "splash" onto his left and his right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The P.Ps that are labelled "x" is where the potential liquids could splash onto. Try avoiding that. So, ultimately, wherever you pee, the P.Ps on your left and right are your splash zones. At all times, try to limit your splish splash when releasing your bladder stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YcM4nWHmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gjjNNM54SY4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YcM4nWHmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/gjjNNM54SY4/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153837831253532258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash zones are also for people who want some privacy when taking out their valuables. Naturally, people wouldn't  come in too close contact with your valuables, be it money, your car or even your limited edition Y3 shoes - this is no different, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beautifulbritain.co.uk/images/Bute/victorian_toilets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.beautifulbritain.co.uk/images/Bute/victorian_toilets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also those toilets that where the International Splash Zone do not apply - like the one above. You can see with your own two eyes that it overcomes the splishy splashy problem. Chun, eh? Toilets that have boards that cover the splash zone are also valid alternatives, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was thinking, how much privacy does a person really need? lol. Walk in, unzip, pee, zip, wash up and you're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your time,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. The school term is starting for most people. Put on your thinking caps on! I had mine on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YfOInWHnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iZ4y8M2ZmIg/s1600-h/Imago025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YfOInWHnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/iZ4y8M2ZmIg/s320/Imago025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153841151263252082" 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/3156870376151482184-688476630521845508?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/688476630521845508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=688476630521845508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/688476630521845508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/688476630521845508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/01/international-splash-zone.html' title='International Splash Zone.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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/_8-JVYffQAsM/R4YW0YnWHkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/FEDdvKeRQpQ/s72-c/Imago039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-5001673768910271612</id><published>2008-01-04T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:13:47.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First and MAYBE last.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/613760033_8bda0112e4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/613760033_8bda0112e4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when my term is starting.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how tags work.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm gonna sell all my Ausmat book tomorrow at the book sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my term is starting somewhere in February.&lt;br /&gt;I think my friend said if you "tag" someone, then your tagged? What..? I don't really see the point in tagging.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just sell them at higher losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen plenty of them "self-evaluation personal tests" and I have decided to take one of them - just a short one. Sit tight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/41/124921892_52a1ad01ca.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/41/124921892_52a1ad01ca.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link the person that tagged you and list out the rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. List 8 random facts about yourself and tag 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add a &lt;i&gt;black and white&lt;/i&gt; photo of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Link the person that tagged you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ifyourhairiscurlyyourcool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aiman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;and list out the rules ;&lt;br /&gt;"Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Link the person that tagged you and list out the rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. List 8 random facts about yourself and tag 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add a &lt;i&gt;black and white&lt;/i&gt; photo of yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 List 8 random facts about yourself ;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I drink a lot of water. I      don't realize it but I tend to take in tons of H2O when at home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I can play the electric      guitar. lol. I've stopped playing tho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I can run. Yes, I don't look      like the type that is very capable athletically.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I have a major celebrity      crush on Emma Watson. She's so freaking hot la, damn you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I own 5 dogs and my sister      trains one of them. She got 2nd or 3rd at a recent competition.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I used to be a very isolated      and quiet back in my younger days. I guess that's changed. lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I have an 8-inch long..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;I've finished Metal Gear      Solid 1 more times that i can count with my fingers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1076/1213742659_870b4279da.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1076/1213742659_870b4279da.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Tag 8 people&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Aiman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sheng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Jon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Liying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Amelia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Rachel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Zeus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;#3 Add a black and white photo of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a black &amp;amp; white picture of myself laa.. I'll have one up with my friend. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2115/2052035025_4646beea23.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2115/2052035025_4646beea23.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-5001673768910271612?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5001673768910271612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=5001673768910271612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5001673768910271612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5001673768910271612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-and-maybe-last.html' title='First and MAYBE last.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-938713152891954942</id><published>2007-12-27T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T04:49:15.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1077/1231601660_ee2dd2b8bc.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 208px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1077/1231601660_ee2dd2b8bc.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a personal post. The whole AUSMAT program and Western Australia received their competitive TER today. Just great. Congrats to the people that have achieved outstanding results or at least results that would surpass their expectations. Kudos, kudos. As you might already tell from the title of this post, I think I did not do as well as I hoped I would but I guess that's how life works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/376851976_755c329d44.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 171px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/150/376851976_755c329d44.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one really now how life works, anyway. I feel retarded. -.-". I think I should've done way better and sometimes, the scales are weighed against me. *sigh*It's just bare disappointment, to say the least. But it's okay, I'm with good company and I guess that makes it a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed and crushed,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-938713152891954942?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/938713152891954942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=938713152891954942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/938713152891954942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/938713152891954942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/12/grief.html' title='Grief.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-5623853518783066046</id><published>2007-12-25T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:48:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Notes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2157/2135591090_5b90206e8b.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 317px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2157/2135591090_5b90206e8b.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bout the infrequency in blogging updates. I'm not having any material to blog about recently, lol. I'll give the philosophies a break and not think about my results, haha. Yes, yes. AUSMAT people, our results are coming out on the 27th. Pray hard for your Christmas gifts, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random snapshots from my day to day journeys. A first, on colingeow.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2134821167_a86446593d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2134821167_a86446593d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you'd ask me, I'd say this is the world's best invention - Foam Soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2234/2135596414_6d47e17e30.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2234/2135596414_6d47e17e30.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that how you really spell Poo? or Pooh? Enlighten me, please. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2025/2135606244_32db2f9fc9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2025/2135606244_32db2f9fc9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha, yeah. It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2348/2135596606_a35b3f968f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2348/2135596606_a35b3f968f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wonder where he got his "PreOdua". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/2135608956_1e35c053cf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2409/2135608956_1e35c053cf.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scratch that, this is the best invention in the world - the Automatic Foam Soap Dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Worried,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-5623853518783066046?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/5623853518783066046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=5623853518783066046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5623853518783066046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/5623853518783066046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/12/personal-notes.html' title='Personal Notes.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-6644300691656236424</id><published>2007-12-20T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T02:49:37.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Over Matter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/421949167_a2b2301595.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 328px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/164/421949167_a2b2301595.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow older, we mature mentally and physically. More importantly, physically. I MEAN, mentally. I think we get smarter and smarter till a certain point where we cant possibly get any more intelligence. Making any sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of it as a threshold of a person's capabilities. Some have higher potential limits than others and so forth. But, most people use around 2%-3% of the brain - AT THE MOST. The highest recorded percentage of brain usage was 8%. What happened to the other 92%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we get older and smarter, our level of reasoning and logic progresses. With all other reasons/elements aside, would aging ultimately result in a gradual increase in intelligence? As much as I've thought and reasoned, I've always led to other aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, if you didn't get an education or if you just let your mind rot away. Something along those lines would just deter the brain from thinking logically. There's also the dreaded human emotion, eh? Always always clouding judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1070/953123201_a0383e7642.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 188px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1070/953123201_a0383e7642.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's pretty obvious when you look back and reflect on something you've done and realize that it's rather stupid. Mm, sounding rather familiar now, are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't confuse the mind with the brain. AND I dont know how to differentiate between the two - my teacher told me once but it was rather complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to emotions and choices,  I guess it is/was hard for us to make choices - assuming we've passed the teen angst/MeAgainstTheWorld dilemma. But, we're older now and we've learnt how to deal with our emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/406130665_de8f5ce493.jpg?v=1172702192"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 173px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/406130665_de8f5ce493.jpg?v=1172702192" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than normal intelligence, which enables an individual to pick up/comprehend concepts as smooth as a red hot steaming knife slicing through butter, there also is emotional intelligence. Put it this way, a person with good emotional int. can tell wrong from wrong from right even when throwing a tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads to another point - judgement. I would say, as we get older, intelligence increases and judgement gets better. GENERALLY SPEAKING, of course. With most things taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-6644300691656236424?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6644300691656236424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=6644300691656236424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6644300691656236424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6644300691656236424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/12/mind-over-matter.html' title='Mind Over Matter.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-3367654602646450486</id><published>2007-12-13T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:09:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Yuletide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2238/2104624897_6758fbf5b8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 221px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2238/2104624897_6758fbf5b8.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas is just around the corner, undoubtedly one of the most celebrated holidays in Malaysia. A time for giving and more importantly, receiving. Er, I mean, spending time with your loved ones. Yeah, that sounds right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a vivid image of Christmas with loved ones but never had the time for it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; with their families and relatives - their loved ones. Maybe its because they don't love me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Nah, that's not it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas, again, is a magical time of year. Yup. Christmas songs, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; miracles and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; turkey that everyone oh-so-likes. I guess I've never really celebrated Christmas with my loved ones before. Kinda sad? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, nah. We're at an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; age, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2105644177_0dbe7fc580.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 155px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2150/2105644177_0dbe7fc580.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe it's the raw awe of the festivities which influences people into believing in Christmas miracles. The decor, the sheer vibes you get from watching them Christmas specials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas miracles - do they really occur? Miracles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Snow in Malaysia? A train ride on the Polar Express? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, that's just plain fantasy or dream material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, and probably 85% of the world believes that what we believe in and trust now is based on what we were as kids. So, maybe believing in Christmas miracles was something from a childhood. Maybe. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2021/2086721058_89116324f3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 178px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2021/2086721058_89116324f3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Christmas is a magical time of year. Enjoy it with your friends, families and loved ones. And hope that it at least rains hail this year. No one should spend Christmas alone. Hope you've been good this year! Remember, Santa knows if you've been naughty of nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2328/2107884685_51367758ea.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 389px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2328/2107884685_51367758ea.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Send your Christmas wishes early this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a Merry Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ColiNgeow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-3367654602646450486?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3367654602646450486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3367654602646450486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3367654602646450486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3367654602646450486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/12/yuletide.html' title='the Yuletide.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-6387755515982739056</id><published>2007-12-07T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T03:15:36.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/2081716078_5b622b6bf0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 181px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/2081716078_5b622b6bf0.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you like your home? Most people associate "house" with "home". Well, in actual fact, in the community I live, most , if not everyone, has a house to stay in. Well, a roof over their heads, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home - a simple word and/or concept that even a pre-schooler can comprehend - with ease, I might add. No one really appreciates or understands the true meaning of "home". lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;hoʊm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;hohm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A dwelling place together with the family or social unit that occupies it; a household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2090886091_e5f132a345.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2135/2090886091_e5f132a345.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, well, how would you rank that in accuracy? I'd say its just barely correct. Social unit? If you stayed in a hostel or a serviced apartment and constantly shifted from households to households. You wouldn't be calling any one of those "home" any time soon, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever home might be, I guess, would be the place of great nostalgic value - possibly of when you were growing up. Yeah, that's the shit. On that swing where you flew 4 feet in the air and grazed your elbow or that "longkang" (drain) which you fell into when you were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, fond memories. Basically, home is a place where you've always been since you could remember. For many, it could've been comprised of many homes. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2091013495_3562a9612f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2091013495_3562a9612f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home is not what you make it but what you make of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.s I'm not sure if my post made sense at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-6387755515982739056?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6387755515982739056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=6387755515982739056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6387755515982739056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6387755515982739056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/12/home.html' title='Home.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/2091013495_3562a9612f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-7049935804702938841</id><published>2007-12-04T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:07:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the Heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1363/1471850422_6040ad19aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1363/1471850422_6040ad19aa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A heart is what separates man from beast. We don't really know for sure if certain animals have emotions at all. I, for one, say that emotions come with intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at chimpanzees and the other primates, or even dogs - most of which have an established level of intelligence already. They exhibit certain human emotions. Agree? Well, that's just one theory, if you could call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's really ironic. To think of it, it's sorta ironic how the heart controls the most intelligent lifeforms known to man (i.e Man). If intelligence increases, then wouldn't the mind know what to do and rationalize? Well, I guess it comes down to natural instincts to mate and reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1022/1470997267_5875492b9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1022/1470997267_5875492b9e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting, huh? The most intelligent race is governed by its heart. So, I wonder if other less intelligent beings do really have emotions - provided that they have intelligence in the first place, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love? Magical emotional suspense within two individuals or just a chain reaction of triggered hormones? You be the judge, I've debated with many on this topic. Some say never associate science with love. Some say true love is a myth, a legend. I don't really know. Love is a very very strong word. (Note : Very very)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And ultimately, "I love you" is the world's most famous&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; clich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;éd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;phrase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/1646197074_40af545d0c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 184px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/1646197074_40af545d0c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's surprising, really - the power of "love"(or whatever you may call it). People get distracted and rely so much on that partner. Infatuation and companionship all summed up, LOVE is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get the basic idea of love from movies or books, basically whatever means of feeding the imagination. And we all know how powerful the human imagination is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/814975486_8c56734d2f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1018/814975486_8c56734d2f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could see you in my dreams, I'd spend the rest of my days in the state of slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On a break,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-7049935804702938841?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7049935804702938841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=7049935804702938841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7049935804702938841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7049935804702938841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/12/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the Heart.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://farm2.static.flickr.com/1363/1471850422_6040ad19aa_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-7752069175029018295</id><published>2007-11-30T05:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:43:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rankings.</title><content type='html'>Sorry for double posting. Well, it's a rare sight.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna be here for long but for my friends and passers-by that are heading towards the universities next year, take a look at the rankings by course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These, are of course, based on the latest rankings by THES(Times Higher Education Supplement)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just giving you a rough idea of how the universities fair. If you want a course in Arts and Humanities, obviously, you'd want to check out its rank in that particular course, not the overall grade as this is a more definite value of quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2007/subject_rankings/life_sciences_biomedicine/"&gt;Life Sciences &amp;amp; Biomedicine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2007/subject_rankings/arts_humanities/"&gt;Arts and Humanities.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2007/subject_rankings/natural_sciences/"&gt;Natural Science.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2007/subject_rankings/social_sciences/"&gt;Social Science.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2007/subject_rankings/technology/"&gt;Technology.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topuniversities.com/worlduniversityrankings/results/2007/overall_rankings/top_100_universities/"&gt;Overall.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-7752069175029018295?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7752069175029018295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=7752069175029018295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7752069175029018295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7752069175029018295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/rankings.html' title='Rankings.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-4670748642467615581</id><published>2007-11-29T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T23:58:27.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cili Padi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scottthong.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/cilipadi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://scottthong.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/cilipadi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great things come in small packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Chili &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;padi&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a Thai Pepper(I didn't know that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) is a very well known spice, if you could call it that, in this South East Asian region. Its name is derived from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; (duh) and paddy or, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;padi&lt;/span&gt;. Being really tiny, do not underestimate its intense heat.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, I was having my supper, had noodles and soup. Noodles tasted to damn delicious and the soup was simple scrumptious. Well, the soup was sorta spicy but we're Malaysians, we deal with heat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Padi&lt;/span&gt; all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finish my soup and eating the bits of pieces of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vege&lt;/span&gt; or whatever ingredients the out-of-this-world had to offer. UNTIL.. I bit 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Padis&lt;/span&gt;. The heat was so intense that I choked. HOLY SH*T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2175/2073095967_100e7de878_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2175/2073095967_100e7de878_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seriously felt like this fella.          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My lips were as red as his x.x      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; You know that feeling, when you choke on something and it goes down the wrong hole in the throat? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yerp&lt;/span&gt;, that one. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;spiciness&lt;/span&gt; got magnified tenfold. I felt that my lips were on fire. Well, lesson learned. The hard way, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson is, not to watch TV while eating, you'll never know what nasty things you might consume in the form of "nutrition".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While enduring that hell of an inferno in my mouth, I swear i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; done what this guy could accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/fire-breathing-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/fire-breathing-5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free As a Bird,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ColiNgeow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy Birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SheunYeow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-4670748642467615581?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/4670748642467615581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=4670748642467615581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4670748642467615581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/4670748642467615581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/cili-padi.html' title='Cili Padi.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-1699180258858154483</id><published>2007-11-26T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T21:05:41.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poker Night.</title><content type='html'>Poker Night. Normally a routine followed after a nice meal with friends which is topped off by supper and/or a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time : 7 till late?&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Jeremy's MahJong table.&lt;br /&gt;Dresscode : Casual&lt;br /&gt;Players : 4-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/2065617082_3a0b7fe10f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 269px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2120/2065617082_3a0b7fe10f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jing.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be happy until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/2065571828_c9b39815a6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2129/2065571828_c9b39815a6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jing : Wtf, Knn, you cheat my money izit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's also Sheng, who enjoys winning. Take a look at his million-dollar expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2291/2065563616_85ca03875c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2291/2065563616_85ca03875c.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let's take a look at that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/2065608778_53c3f331ba.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2081/2065608778_53c3f331ba.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mmm, yes, he's  esctactic, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, to the right of Jing, that's Heng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2389/2064783497_1305691852.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2389/2064783497_1305691852.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just look at that intense frown. Topped off with that iPod and a Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2285/2064833065_fefc19de1d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2285/2064833065_fefc19de1d.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Jeremy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremy: Haih, dulan la, always lose money. Later I ask them spend me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although the people before you are normal participants of Poker Night, there's still someone missing from the line-up. She can't play simple because she's in the States and she's coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/2064793957_0714cda442.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/2064793957_0714cda442.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Rachel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, comeback soon Rachel, we miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2122/2065598766_45811c2a34.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2122/2065598766_45811c2a34.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jing, please don't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Intrigued,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All photos taken by Rachel Gouk. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1699180258858154483?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1699180258858154483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1699180258858154483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1699180258858154483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1699180258858154483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/poker-night.html' title='Poker Night.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-6568884814985844587</id><published>2007-11-19T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T01:34:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime and Korean Love Stories.</title><content type='html'>What do both of them have in common? I mean, besides topping the list in torrent downloads. Well, there is a reason for being chart-toppers. Demand for anime and korean soaps are sky high, literally. Everyone's watching 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i watch them too. Not korean love stories, mind you, the latter. =] . You should check 'em out, take a peek &lt;a href="http://www.avatarchapters.com/episodes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.fanpop.com/external/346499"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the topic on hand isn't anime. Why do people love anime and korean soaps? Escapism. Yes, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/1703693_687c42c89f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 155px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/2/1703693_687c42c89f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;es·cap·ism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Function: &lt;i&gt;noun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;  habitual diversion of the mind to purely imaginative activity or entertainment as an escape from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality or routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, yeah. You get the picture. Which element in hell do people escape to in anime episodes and soaps? Well, firstly, we are in Malaysia - where the weather is hot, humid and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm? Weather and escapism? Quote - "reality and routine". We just want a taste of something else, a breath of fresh air, if you may. Animes and Korean soaps give you that whole lotta space to breathe and ultimately, escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2244/2043004407_155ddc91c3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 194px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2244/2043004407_155ddc91c3.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime has detailed art and Korean soaps have pretty boys that make your heart melt, well not mine, of course. Back to that concept of fresh air. Think of fresh air as good food.&lt;br /&gt;Once you have tasted good food, why'd you want to eat plain ol' boring food? Makes sense now, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animes and Korean soaps don't really portray the harshness of everyday life. Occurences don't really add up or defy the laws of physics. Yes, getting shot 3 times does not results in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, both of them have good setting as in, the characters are in a super beautiful town with beautiful people having no problems at all. BULLSHIT. Everyone has problems, no matter how insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/467532970_c51a6bc628.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 137px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/467532970_c51a6bc628.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, yeah, besides good looking characters living in a perfect town/village/suburb, the characters also probably defeat the odds and starts fostering uncanny, extraordinary powers. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, seriously, in anime, most of the time, the characters have superhuman abilities or are having love interests, as part of the plot. Korean dramas? One word - MELODRAMATIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl that the main character loves is suffering from a super rare disease and she's dying. 100% guaranteed death. The main character wisks her off to give her a night to remember. Yeah, and it ends with them kissing on top a a ferris wheel right before she dies. What The FUck!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having unrealistic circumstances and outcomes, it gives us a pathway to leave the hustle and bustle of routines, well temporarily, at least. I guess that's why we really like them, to escape or to be engrossed in a world filled with fantasy - if you could call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-6568884814985844587?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6568884814985844587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=6568884814985844587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6568884814985844587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6568884814985844587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/anime-and-korean-love-stories.html' title='Anime and Korean Love Stories.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-1526736549743315590</id><published>2007-11-13T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T02:19:33.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous lighter notes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pre-Biology Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2385/2002037897_5583e6f223.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 286px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2385/2002037897_5583e6f223.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit tight, buckle up. It's gonna be a long post. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over. Yes, SAM students are still at it, haha. Accounts next Tuesday? AUSMAT and the whole of Western Aus had their Biology paper today. The last of the lot for the pre-med/health science batch. Physics continues on Friday - Good luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ram's party just the other day for Divali. Yeah, kinda cool. Good food, good atmosphere and good company - basically all necessities you would need in the party. The party wasn't THAT great but it wasn't THAT bad, so yeah - mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clockwise from left : Izul, Kin Foong, Topher and  Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, yes, above is a scene from the oh-so-busy party at Ram's. Too bad Ram isn't in the picture, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/2003165214_4fb1a81b8e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2241/2003165214_4fb1a81b8e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drum roll please!!! And the host for the evening, our beloved Ram. Haha, in a stance that became infamous in a low budget Bollywood movie. LOL!! . It's all good man, thanks for the party, you're a good host. Holy SHIT, take a good laugh. Haha.. Haha. Mm, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your all around nice Indian guy now stripped of his pride - LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long deserved year of hard work, you guys should get a vacation. With anyone, really. Personally, all of us didn't get a well deserved break after SPM. Like less than a month than its January intake? Harsh man, harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Expeditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/2002124323_2d8562ee98.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2111/2002124323_2d8562ee98.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. "You wanna a trip"?&lt;br /&gt;That sounds damn wrong. You want to a trip? Wtf? Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's from the SSD, Student Services Department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it's my "home away from home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2002153277_0d50243c43.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2256/2002153277_0d50243c43.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Diversification - yes, most companies do it to increase revenue. Like how Adidas has watches, fragrances, shoes and apparel. Yerp, and Asian countries are catching up. Yea, companies like Sunway Sdn. Bhd. They have a shopping mall(which was previously renovated), a University College and a theme park? What else? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, wtf man, seriously.. An international school? Well, good idea, actually.. Since Monash moved out, there's been lotta vacant "lots". Entrance ain't too shabby too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumart.org/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumart.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Album Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31S4XKVWMCL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 253px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31S4XKVWMCL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 gut-busting tracks. This pop-punk band will definitely give you the post-Simple Plan feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Good riffs and powerchords, you can never go wrong with Cartel, Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chroma. 05'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51jfaruCVwL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 297px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51jfaruCVwL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             The adrenaline-pumping band from Florida will get Emo/EmoRock fans glued to their audio sets. This 11-track album rigged with explosive strumming and typical Rock signature notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Fake it. 06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51XZMJ1F5EL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51XZMJ1F5EL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a PunkRock icon, seriously. o.O&lt;br /&gt;13 tracks. A kick ass drummer. A rhythm cum lead guitarist cum vocalist.  A bassist who does vocals. What else do you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off Your Pants and Jacket. 01'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1526736549743315590?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1526736549743315590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1526736549743315590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1526736549743315590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1526736549743315590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/miscellaneous-lighter-notes.html' title='Miscellaneous lighter notes.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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-3156870376151482184.post-1332309047234091700</id><published>2007-11-10T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T01:55:16.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Values.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/RzSTFBn5GTI/AAAAAAAAADg/9JDg95jEcfU/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/RzSTFBn5GTI/AAAAAAAAADg/9JDg95jEcfU/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130887590026221874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather receive a Ralph Lauren polo top, a Guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Laroche&lt;/span&gt; dress shirt or that gorgeous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ferragamo&lt;/span&gt; dress? Or would you rather have a boyfriend erect a building in your name? Or  your girlfriend prepare you a scrumptious meal just for the both of you lovebirds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, Sentimental value, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SV&lt;/span&gt;  [Vs]  Material value,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;. There might be no contest at all - or is there? No, really. Personally, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SV&lt;/span&gt; = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;, if you think about it. Till a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, everyone has some level of material needs and wants. If you could get a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ciplak&lt;/span&gt;" shirt and a reasonably branded shirt for the same price, like duh, get the branded one. And what is the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, it's what I call a "status push". Everyone wants to be something or accomplish something - be it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SV&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the time, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;. It's exclusive and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;prestigious&lt;/span&gt;. Don't be alarmed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. People do it all the time. Heck, everyone does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/RzSZrRn5GVI/AAAAAAAAADw/BkppiFjciXs/s1600-h/Imago027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/RzSZrRn5GVI/AAAAAAAAADw/BkppiFjciXs/s320/Imago027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130894844225984850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to look and feel good. That's why branded companies feed on these needs. People's emotions and insecurities. I'm speaking my mind, I'm not pointing out any one individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People want to feel good, it's a natural human instinct. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, you want that feeling where all the eyes are on you as you step in the room, right? That boost of self-confidence that everybody needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying, people want to feel/look good - which, MOST of the time, not 100%, leads to wanting branded items. Yes, the Jimmy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Choos&lt;/span&gt; and the Stan Smiths. I want a Stan Smith. BACK to the topic, if a your friend new your taste and preferences, s/he would get off his/her ass and get you the present. And again, I'm not "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ketuking&lt;/span&gt;" or picking on anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If s/he knew your taste and got you that present, that would ultimately equate in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SV&lt;/span&gt;=&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;. Agree? Well, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;SV&lt;/span&gt; has to be put into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt; for it to be a gift. We're at an age where we feel that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt; is ''rather'' important - I would say it's ranked #1 nor #5 on our "importance list", but it just is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post. I might be making no sense at all and yet again, I might be making perfect sense. I don't know. Don't think I've enlightened you but at least I've open your eyes just a 'wee' bit more? Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off Your Pants and Jacket,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ColiNgeow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-1332309047234091700?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1332309047234091700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1332309047234091700' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1332309047234091700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1332309047234091700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/values.html' title='Values.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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/_8-JVYffQAsM/RzSTFBn5GTI/AAAAAAAAADg/9JDg95jEcfU/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-3216077031940626267</id><published>2007-11-04T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T05:40:00.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/460163379_6cc98f46ea_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 255px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/460163379_6cc98f46ea_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ignore this post if you want something less heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question on everybody's mind for the past 2 months. Well, it's been at the back of mine since March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to, after Ausmat? After hope's crushed, dreams fulfilled and plane tickets booked. Where are YOU going? Sent your application for Brown? Melb U.? Queensland? TEE is just a transition phase. A stepping stone, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you once eyed and yearned to own that object of a desire? Presumably of material value? You wanted it so bad, but it might've been too pricey? Of course you have. Some of you might even think of it as routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your parents make a deal. If you nailed your Advanced Calculus paper, that object you were eyeing all this while will finally be yours to keep. Even MORE routine? It's so often in households nowadays that it's embedded that once we want something, we work towards it. And by hook or by crook, we get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/376544819_c0627f2dea_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 162px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/161/376544819_c0627f2dea_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that system didn't exist anymore? What if, no matter how hard you worked, you could never get it? No, I'm not talking about a girl. What's a dream of getting a MBBS and a TER of 99.95 if you do not have enough funds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, welcome to reality. I finally realised how much our parents have done for us to get us to this point. I was extremely selfish as I wanted to go abroad to extend my education. Yes, I know it is for a good purpose. But sometimes, a good purpose is not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the education standard there much higher? Definitely, without a doubt. But, do you know how much a Pharmacist gets for a paycheck? 4k, at the most. That is, after 3 years experience. What about a biochemist? 2k+. =] . Yes, think about it. Education, 100k a year in Aus? You do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is hard to come by. Most of the top 10 richest people in Msia are dropouts. What are you guys gonna do after your degree? Great, so you have a MBa Business from Melb. U. Kudos, good job. But that isn't gonna get you a good pay. 5 years down the road, you'll be making the same or even less than a locally "bred" accountant , seriously&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Food for thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/31928684_53599f23e6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 279px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/31928684_53599f23e6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess, university graduates play it safe. It's like life insurance or a bond. A fresh university graduate with a BSc Biochemistry works as a biochemist. S/he has a cushion to lay on. The road more frequently travelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An individual with virtually no higher education experience starts working at any old shop. He learns the trade and 5 years down the road, start up his own business? But c'mon, he'll get at least 2k right? But that is not the point. It's the mentality. He thinks he doesn't have a degree which gives him a disadvantage over other individuals who do have one. Embeds hunger in a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people. Even if you get a degree, expand your horizons. The sky's the limit. People, dare to dream. Travel the road less taken. Possiblities are infinite. Gay post? Maybe, something lingering in my head for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will add pictures of "many many chiobu" when time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naive and Young,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the future by its ass with your magic lasso and let it call you its master.&lt;br /&gt;I'm up for arguments and discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/221873361_d9f0bd2723.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 348px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/221873361_d9f0bd2723.jpg?v=0" 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/3156870376151482184-3216077031940626267?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/3216077031940626267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=3216077031940626267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3216077031940626267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/3216077031940626267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/181/460163379_6cc98f46ea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-7550586626194667295</id><published>2007-11-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T05:43:21.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch Time Tribute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And it's crunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper was today. Man it was tough. I do not want to talk about it. Next paper is English as a Second Language. Not planning to put in 100% effort, frankly. It's not a scoring subject. And soon after it's Math and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt;. Major killers that take up too much of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what I'll be doing after my TEE. Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;revoir&lt;/span&gt; to most if not all of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ausmat&lt;/span&gt; friends? It's been a blast - it still is. The memory of orientation still fresh at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all seriousness, here's a tribute to you 5+1 guys, like what I saw on &lt;a href="http://missyamelia.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Amelia's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Starting with :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia : Yes, Amy Ho. First time seeing her in Pink? Didn't know who the hell she was - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Always with the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; gotten the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LouisVuitton&lt;/span&gt; bag" and "Yea man, chilling" . Yes, will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonmarklim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jon Mark&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;, straight a1s for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;? Intellectual chap - nothing short of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sohai&lt;/span&gt;, if you ask me. BUT being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sohai&lt;/span&gt; is not a bad thing at all. It deters an individual to have too large an ego. Will miss your puns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kwan&lt;/span&gt; Kin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Foong&lt;/span&gt; : &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. All around nice guy who always has your back. Modest like hell and will miss his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pronunciations&lt;/span&gt; of various words. =] . We wouldn't want any Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt; - I mean that with respect and no harshness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Izul&lt;/span&gt; : The guy who speaks funny. Our future Prime Minister. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Najib&lt;/span&gt;? No way, its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Izul&lt;/span&gt;. For one main reason - guess,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. ; ) . Random-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; flows freely when he's around. Did you know Galileo died a poor man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram : Ram is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;pronounced&lt;/span&gt; Rum, yes the alcoholic drink. Tall, dark and Indian, he's the one everyone turns to when they have questions. NO guarantee that they'll be answered correctly, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew : Mr.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Leong&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a Mr.Happy-Go-Lucky. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Couldn't&lt;/span&gt; find any other name more appropriate. The name says it all. His daily routine does not include anything with books and/or studying - and the grades pop outta nowhere. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note ;&lt;br /&gt;A website i found from &lt;a href="http://thefishpond.blogdrive.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Sheng's&lt;/span&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;http://www.quizgalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background: rgb(0, 0, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ColiNgeow's&lt;/span&gt; Random Movie Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'E.T. phone home.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=60"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;QuizGalaxy&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" border="0" width="450"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;As a child...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You were horrified watching Snow White and had recurring nightmares of the witch&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;How did it mess you up?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cc00cc"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You somehow developed a ridiculous sexual talent&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz_45.html"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;QuizGalaxy&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are 67% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/loner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt;.  You like the music, styles and way of life but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t really control your life.  There is more to you than just another cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Emo&lt;/span&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=28"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;QuizGalaxy&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table name="qurestab" style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="375"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th rowspan="2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizuniverse.com/pillbottle.jpg" style="border: 1px solid black;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;td   style="font-weight: bold;font-size:14pt;color:black;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;ColiNgeow&lt;/span&gt; Pills:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 12pt;" align="center"&gt;Will cause you to be multi-orgasmic&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="30"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border-top: 2px dotted black; font-size: 9pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="text-decoration: none; color: red;" href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz_76.html"&gt;'What Sexual Effect do you have on people?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/" style="text-decoration: none; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;QuizUniverse&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-7550586626194667295?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/7550586626194667295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=7550586626194667295' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7550586626194667295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/7550586626194667295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/crunch-time-tribute.html' title='Crunch Time Tribute.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-1446703163080274567</id><published>2007-11-01T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:44:26.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kermit, the visit.</title><content type='html'>After a long awaited break from studying, I headed to the computer to have my online sessions of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;.com , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt;.com, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;.org and etc. . I started feeling hungry, so I had supper. Senses told me to clean up after myself. So yeah, what the heck. (the maid back in Indonesia for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raya&lt;/span&gt; and all.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left my chopsticks and plate in the bathroom to soak. Yes people, I do clean up after myself - I am a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hygienic&lt;/span&gt; person =). Well, as I was saying, After cleaning up after myself, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ter&lt;/span&gt;-kicked the tub filled with water which was for the dogs to drink. I heard a thumping sound. *thump, splash, thump*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2390/1812981010_122a4fbc76_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 283px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2390/1812981010_122a4fbc76_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;!! There was a frog in my dog's drinking tub. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Another chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It's taken by a camera phone. It's kinda blurry but you can tell its a frog, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation got me thinking. How was I gonna lead Kermit out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i brought the tub out and devised an ingenious master plan which involves me grabbing it with a plastic bag against its will and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;" or rushing towards the door. Yes, that would work. 100% full proof. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh FUCK!! The moment i got my hands out to grab that amphibian, it hopped out of the tub and into the thin slit in between the shoe rack and the wall. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grr&lt;/span&gt;, okay, fine whatever. Let's have it your way. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; fit my hands through the slit. It was the width of an eye socket, seriously o.o&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;. Kermit is one big bastard. So I waited, and waited and waited. I was wondering if Kermit was dead. There was so much dust it there and it was so dry. I was afraid he would pass on. =( . SO, i lined up the tub &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt; the slit and poked him with an umbrella. Fair enough, he jumped into the tub which was filled with water. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amphibian, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shamphibians&lt;/span&gt;. I then got my brain juices flowing for a minute and ended doing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/1812060217_7c1320aa4a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 236px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2416/1812060217_7c1320aa4a_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mwahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;, now Kermit can't hop out neither will he know that he's being "rescued".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out the door and released out in the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and this was all done at about 3am. With a lot of swearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ColiNgeow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/Ryllr6Ao54I/AAAAAAAAACk/zHUkJ5Hz39g/s1600-h/36150-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8-JVYffQAsM/Ryllr6Ao54I/AAAAAAAAACk/zHUkJ5Hz39g/s320/36150-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127741455718737794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kermit the Frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wipe that smile off your face, thank you very much.&lt;br /&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/3156870376151482184-1446703163080274567?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/1446703163080274567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=1446703163080274567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1446703163080274567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/1446703163080274567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/11/kermit-visit.html' title='Kermit, the visit.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2390/1812981010_122a4fbc76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-6517618695378587393</id><published>2007-10-31T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:41:59.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengejar Mimpi.</title><content type='html'>Yup, I'm home now, back from dinner. The TEE paper for chemistry is on the 2nd - its the 31st today. I don't really do well for my exams but I want that to change =) . I just realized how gay that sounds. Well, i can't blame myself. It's peer pressure if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring blankly at my computer screen deciding on my options on tertiary study. The initial aim was Pharmacy. And you people know how tough that is =] . I'm gonna rule that out. Plus when i get back, it's an additional 4 years for the government. Degree + government grueling 4 years = 8 years. Which is ridiculously long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I decided to end up doing a plain BSc. =] . I need a TER of 85 to enter Melb. U. which I don't think is a long shot. But dad says the cost of living in Melb. is really high. But if I work, it'll cut the cost. It doesnt really matter how high the standard of living is if you work, actually. Think about it. In communities where the living standard is high, they end up having a bigger paycheck and spending more as prices of goods are high. So.. yeah, my point exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless there's a ratio for income gaining and income spending - that of which I am oblivious to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna RO now, Yes you heard it. Ragnarok Online =] . When my TEE is in 2 days time. It's okay. Not that studying makes my marks go up ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you guys later,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-6517618695378587393?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/6517618695378587393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=6517618695378587393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6517618695378587393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/6517618695378587393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/10/mengejar-mimpi.html' title='Mengejar Mimpi.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3156870376151482184.post-9000311238708477854</id><published>2007-10-31T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:40:23.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first.</title><content type='html'>I'm in the Ausmat staff room where the lecturers are wrecking havoc on each other. Like seriously, Jay is practically pulling Ms Priya's hair out with his bare hands. Ms Ruba, on the other hand, standing a foot next to me is "explaining" as to why the answer is a and not b. This is stupid, Jon and I are extremely famished. Our walls of our stomachs are being digested as I complete my post. The acid in our tummy's are at an extremely low pH. Apparently, Kf wants to foos and "7" - if he can, although he's sorta dense, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blogging about crap. I think i should change my title to 40 shades of GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update regularly?&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;ColiNgeow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3156870376151482184-9000311238708477854?l=colingeow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/feeds/9000311238708477854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3156870376151482184&amp;postID=9000311238708477854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/9000311238708477854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3156870376151482184/posts/default/9000311238708477854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colingeow.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first.html' title='My first.'/><author><name>ColiNgeow</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01346869824118429380</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>
