<?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-12088991</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:50:47.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotion Outlet</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I seem to know so much about so much</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</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>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-3748170234617671646</id><published>2007-04-07T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T23:10:18.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to lead an army life</title><content type='html'>It's been, what, a month since my last post. Lots have been happening, like enlistment. Ninja pride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got viral fever right now and I feel like shit. Actually, I feel alright, but I don't really feel like blogging right now. Maybe next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will change my blog song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-3748170234617671646?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/3748170234617671646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/3748170234617671646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-want-to-lead-army-life.html' title='I don&apos;t want to lead an army life'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-6154112721161346475</id><published>2007-03-01T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T05:35:06.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH FIVE!! *poke*</title><content type='html'>So far in my circle of friends, I only know of Emmanuel who uses the same stock blog skin as me, but now Yvonne has joined the club. For now. Nah, she'll change it soon. Maro and I are both oo lazy to bother, or write posts, for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna change my blog music soon. Expect eveyone's sick of Foo Fighters. Will do that when I feel like it, but definitely before I go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the 1st of March already. That leaves me exactly a fortnight of freedom. Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday caused a bit of confusion for some people, cuz we were saying we wanted to have a welcome party for the new youth ministry members, and then it turned out to be a regular meeting. Mel walked in and sat down, and after a few minutes asked me "Isn't this supposed to be a party?" Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fr. Bosco managed to secure the youth room for us instead of us having to share the already small room with the seminarian... seminariat... the other guy. Dunno how he managed it; always thought Fr. Johnson was going to give us a hard time with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Cheryl has it out for me. She disagreed when I said orange on black was a good colour scheme for the new ministry T Shirt, and she disagreed with me when I said a particular badge design was nice. Then later when Gloria and Bernie said it was nice, she agreed, an in the end it became the final design. Rrrgh... I think she's doing this to annoy me because of how I called her a Ghost Rider (when she opens her eyes really big, it's kind of intimidating to look into them). Lol I'm only kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got sick of the whole Pastamaia-Long John's-Burger King routine for lunch after mass, so this time, we went to Pizza Hut. SEE WHAT YOU MISS OUT ON WHEN YOU DON'T GO TO CHURCH?! Victor had his camera with him, and he's had it for a few months now, but his trigger happiness was as though he had just gotten it. He was taking pictures of everything and everyone, even the menu. We're all still waiting for him to post them online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went with Jul to Vivo to see Just Follow Law, because she had some discount thing. I was never going to watch it, cuz it didn't seem very appealing to me. But I thought, since it was $7, I guess I wouldn't feel so cheated if it tuned out to be a crap movie. I was wrong. I still felt cheated. I left feeling like the movie owed me money. The plot felt like it was recycled from somewhere *ahemhotchickahem*, Fann Wong looked like she was forcing herself to overact at some bits to come of as having an Ah Bengish demeanour, the visual effects looked like they were made using Flash 1.0, and the movie looked and felt like it was trying too hard to make a good point, and in the end it only made a meagre one. Whatever happened to the magic essence in movies like Money No Enough? Jack Neo looks like he's losing his touch, and I'd wish he'd stop making movies that poke fun at the government. We all know that the government and the system is rather *insert expletive here* up, but these movies are becoming more and more preachy and cheesy. And the graphics... there are TV serials that have better graphics. These movies are starting to feel like the serials on Channel 8; cliche, reused, preachy, stiff acting, crap script... why don't you put Edmund Chen in the next movie and kill his character off? Then it will REALLY look like a Channel 8 serial. If it weren't for our limited talent pool, everyone's career would've been killed by this movie like what DOA did to Devon Aoki, with the exeption of the Indian guy, the carpark attendant. That guy's funny. He's the movie's only redeeming factor. He had better be in the next *insert expletive here* local movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Cheryl on Monday to check out the shop where we're going to get the ministry shirts. I asked her do most of the talking, since her Chinese is better. After that, we were bored shitless. Wanted to go to Pet Safari, because we were that bored, but Fonz was saying something like the priests needed help at church whn we got off at Simei, and then saying it was nothing when we got to Tampines. Rrrgh... Didn't wanna go back to Simei, so we went to watch Protege. I had been aching to see it ever since I saw the trailer, and I finally did, and it was worth it. Really worth it. Very compelling, very gut wrenching, very three dimensional charcters, sometimes four, great story, a lot of keep you on tenterhooks kind of action, and still manages to have a few comical points. For me, one of the signs of success for a movie is when the audience is thinking, feeling and reacting the same way, like that last bit, everyone gasped and cringed and someone at the back was saying "No please don't do it." I don't care if it's in Chinese. At least it's ALL in Chinese. I'd pay $9 to go see it again. That's how much I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went with Jul to Sim Lim, cuz I needed a new RAM chip, and she needed new blank CDs. Dunno why she couldn't walk from her house to Challenger at Pasir Ris. I had to choose to go only when most of the shops were closed, so yeah we didn't hang around long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get the impending results out of my head. I'm starting to lose sleep over it, and over someone else., shan't say who. I know who I'm talking about, so that's good enough. Up to this point, I don't know what to expect at all, and I'm not sure what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the world is ending. The days are getting dreary, the tension is rising, I'm more unfocused, I actually left the bag of sample shirts in the cinema, and I was damn gabra when I found out (ask Cheryl about the look on my face). Lucky for me someone trned them in to the lost and found. What's more is that my prospects in everything seem to be getting worse. When I was buying Toto, in my effort to get numbers which meant something to me, I ended up making statisctically bad combinations. What a waste of $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever my life is going, I guess it's all up to Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-6154112721161346475?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/6154112721161346475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/6154112721161346475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/03/high-five-poke.html' title='HIGH FIVE!! *poke*'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-2681071059570201036</id><published>2007-02-22T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:47:17.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The money gets lesser every year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CNY is always the same, what can I say. Only difference is that my relatives on my mom's side found out that I play mahjong. There was blackjack, as usual, Bernadine was banker, as usual, she won a lot, as usual, and I lost a lot, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bittersweet CNY; nice things happened (my bank account doesn't feel so empty anymore... being jobless is expensive), bad things happened (never met her before), but yeah, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weirdest thing is people wishing me happy new year. Doesn't feel like a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday's plan was to go for some party at MOS, but Dhana couldn't print out his free ticket, so we went to CHIJMES. It would seem kind of gay, just the two of us, but we're way beyond that kind of shit. La Baroque was nice, but watching him get huggy touchy feely with Nora the hot hostess was a bit annoying. The guy knows everyone there from when he used to work there. He knows the head bouncer, which is how we got into La Baroque when the age limit is 21 or 23 or somewhere there. Douglas O's band wasn't bad. Their rendition of Chasing Cars wasn't bad, but in my opinion, there are only six people that do Chasing Cars better than Re-entry: Johnathan Leong, and Snow Patrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Lawrence at the wake, whom we haven't seen in a long time. Nice fella, nice long chat, nice new ideas for the youth ministry. Anyway he pointed something out to us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straits Times February 11 page 7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyELF6nmLI/AAAAAAAAADs/bmyNP5B2U58/s1600-h/ntu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034043809594841266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyELF6nmLI/AAAAAAAAADs/bmyNP5B2U58/s320/ntu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah yeah... bottom of the page: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyELV6nmMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MMy_Klg47xk/s1600-h/ntu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034043813889808578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyELV6nmMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MMy_Klg47xk/s320/ntu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyEL16nmNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-zWlb5o2FDU/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+ntu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034043822479743186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyEL16nmNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-zWlb5o2FDU/s320/Copy+(2)+of+ntu3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EH?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyEL16nmOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GM0jt0rZgpo/s1600-h/Copy+of+ntu3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034043822479743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyEL16nmOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/GM0jt0rZgpo/s320/Copy+of+ntu3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHMA! Why your eyes so big?! Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lol don't worry, Cheryl. We're all proud of you or being the hottest scholar in NTU so much so that they're willing to put your face in the papers. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Heh heh I'm gonna bring the page to the meeting on Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-2681071059570201036?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/2681071059570201036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/2681071059570201036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/02/money-gets-lesser-every-year.html' title='The money gets lesser every year'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</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/_YvegDnPk5SM/RdyELF6nmLI/AAAAAAAAADs/bmyNP5B2U58/s72-c/ntu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-316240993869852225</id><published>2007-02-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T22:27:39.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna watch Prison Break Season 2! Mel!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I wonder... what's the point of me selecting "Remember Me" everytime I sign into Bloger if I have to do it everytime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really feel like blogging, cuz I'm dead beat, but I haven't done so for a while and it's not healthy. So yeah I'll just scribble something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not scribble, of course. Er... hack? Hack, that's it. I'll just hack something out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong with my g key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday was a weird change. Instead of gymming, we ended up playing soccer. The opposing team had quite a line up, Nirej was saying. They had Peter Crouch (Aftar), Riise (some guy that kicks real hard... *insert expletive here* painful), an S League player, Stephen Chow (some other guy who has hair like him).... and Karthik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday's jamming session went better than the last one. Nirej's brother came and was snapping photos of us. I look rather unphotogenic (if there is such a word), but at least now I have slightly nicer phoos in the Re-enty Friendster page other than that Prison one. I got to play the bass! So cool! Wheeeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met one of Dhana's friends, Danesh. They knew each other from Hindi class in Sinda. Nice chap, got his own sheeshah bong and everything. Not that merely owning your own sheeshah bong was enough for me to call him cool, he's just a nice guy. Apparently, he's from Ngee Ann Primary, so he knows Regina and Kit and all. Small world. Went to Georges for drinks, saw Billy there. Guy hasn't changed a bit. Everyone thought he would lose weight or something, but he's still the Billy we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gymming getting slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been having too much Subway. Funny thing is that I told Small Joe ast Sunday that honey mustard is the best sauce that Subway has, and when he said he didn't like mustard, I said it doesn't matter. Then Kim bought me a sub today with sweet onion sauce and I realised that sweet onion's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the Charlton Man U match at Georges. I wanted to bet Man U wins, away away and 3-0 to Man U, biut I didn't. Turns out they nly won 2-0. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure there were a few more hings I wanted to say, but I can't rememer right now, so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-316240993869852225?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/316240993869852225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/316240993869852225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wanna-watch-prison-break-season-2-mel.html' title='I wanna watch Prison Break Season 2! Mel!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-1987644034074680656</id><published>2007-01-25T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:39:35.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn cough</title><content type='html'>Gym is hell. Somehow I'm getting the feeling that I'm going backwards instead of improving, or maybe it just seems that way cuz I can't keep up with Dhana anymore. Sean somehow managed to build out his moobs pretty quickly. And he hardly has any fats (well, neither does Karthik, I guess, but he's different). Then it occured to us one day why: cuz he's a *insert expletive here* vegan. It was quite obvious, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep running into David Lee at the Tampines gym these days. Haven't seen a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of the 4E1 people these days. Oh, but I did see Zahirah at TP today. And it seems to me that everytime I'm at TP, we're always going to ITAS to eat. Haven't tried the other places yet. The cafeteria at Business school is always so *insert expletive here* packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhana gave me a kickstart in guitar a few weeks ago, and frankly I haven't een doing much about it. I wanted more expsure, so Dhana asked me to follow them jamming on Saturday. I thought it would be fun, and then he tells me he wants me to do vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue where he got any impression that I could sing. I myself dunno if I can sing at least competently, but I like to think that I'm at least not tone deaf. He said no pressure, and I thought "Alright, no pressure." Then a few sentences later, he says he wants to redo the Friendster page for Re-entry (that's the band) and list me as a vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*insert expletive here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pressure, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this overwhelming feeling that he's pulling my leg. He's always doing shit like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally found Half-Life 2 and Episode One! Haha! At good ol' Comics Connection, where they even open the packaging then and there to let you inspect the CD for scratches. You can't rely on *insert expletive here* Challenger anymore. They're too busy cashing on the Xbox 360 to bother keeping up with the latest titles. So critically aclaimed games like Bully and Extraction Point won't be found there, but they'll have crap games like Jaws. Jaws! *insert expletive here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Boy just called me to play pool with the other S15 guys, and he asked me to bring my SAFRA card. How does everyone know I have a SAFRA card? And if that got around fast, then why can't the fact that it's expired spread around too. I had to tell Pai Kia and Ray a few times. No more discounts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But turns out you need a SAFRA card to play at SAFRA. So yeah. If only the pool hall at Pavillion didn't *insert expletve here* close down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's flooding my tag board. What's worse is she's using my name and she's making it look like we're aguing in the tag board. Haha... arguing in a tag board. "Kim, lemme use the com. I wanna argue with you." Ahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-1987644034074680656?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/1987644034074680656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/1987644034074680656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-cough.html' title='Damn cough'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-5095141686494324877</id><published>2007-01-22T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T18:20:23.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo momma's so dumb, when she missed the number 14 bus, she took two 7s *yeah*</title><content type='html'>It figures that the one time I prayed for a soccer match, it doesn't help. Helping Man U beat Arsenal would've strengthened my faith in God, but nooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least Chelsea lost, so we're still six points up. I'm grateful for that. We all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Liverpool Chelsea match at Sahara, because Dinesh had to come so *insert expletive here* late that we couldn't go into Bumblebeez when there was no cover charge and get the chop like Aftar did. Frankly, I'd rather go DXO or Attica once in a while. Met Karthik's friend, Daryl, or Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel guilty about not getting a job, but I have less than two months left, and I wanna enjoy. Plus I'm serious about this whole training thing. Just hope it's enough. And in my defence, most jobs won't take me since I'm leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne and Ben showed up for yesterday's meeting. Must buy 4D. And Emmanuel suddenly and finally decided to join. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the TP Open House on Friday, but only to meet Dhana, Karthik, Sean and Nirej before going to the gym. Quite happening, but they said that previous years have been better. Supposed to watch Karthik play on Saturday, cuz they had a mini concert, but I overslept. *insert expletive here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am making an attempt to be less vulgar. At least around those who are sensitive or allergic to profanities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week was otherwise pretty boring, so yeah shan't bore you with it. If you were part of said boring section of my week and strongly feel otherwise, please tag me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-5095141686494324877?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/5095141686494324877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/5095141686494324877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-mommas-so-dumb-when-she-missed.html' title='Yo momma&apos;s so dumb, when she missed the number 14 bus, she took two 7s *yeah*'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-1899027139472196992</id><published>2007-01-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T22:28:15.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's still some more room in your nose *yeah*</title><content type='html'>I now realise that whenever I rant I sound like an immature spiteful creature, that says things without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desmond told me he had an opening for me at Indochine. He said it paid $6.50 an hour, there's a morning and evening shift, and I would get the job. It paid $5.50 an hour, there was only an evening shift, and I didn't get the job cuz NS is in two months. Ah just as well. Would've interfered with my gym regiment, plus I have this fear of working in the F&amp;B line. I was ready to suck it up for Indochine as I kind of liked the atmosphere, but my mom said that Billy Bombers at TM had openings and I didn't want it. Some part of me wishes I was back in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Dhana's birthday celebration, and nearly the entire Indian Brotherhood was there, except for Aftar (spelling?) who had work I think, and Billy, who's in confinment cuz he broke a chair by sitting on it. Cut a cake at his house, then went to Pizza Hut for dinner, then went to Bumblebeez at Clarke Quay. Bloody packed, so later we went to Sahara for sheeshah. Wheeeee.... Does sheeshah constitute to smoking? Can someone answer this question definitely? Chillies had no cover charge, but it was a budget joint. Bumblebeez had a $20 cover an was crammmmmed. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmanuel waited for Cheryl to be done with the Youth Council meeting today, so I had to walk with the two of them to TM to meet the rest. Freaking weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't the mood to do a ot of things nowadays. All my friends have lives and I don't wanna bother any of them. The friends I don't mind bothering, well they've got their own lives and they sem busy enough, and sometimes it's just not appropriate. Right now it's just Dhana, Karthik, Sean and I think maybe Rajiv for gymming and swimming. Those guys are great; just hope the rest don't run off on some quest to achieve Nirvana and then forget to meet up once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the feeling that she doesn't like me very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-1899027139472196992?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/1899027139472196992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/1899027139472196992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/01/theres-still-some-more-room-in-your.html' title='There&apos;s still some more room in your nose *yeah*'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-1340432689543100862</id><published>2007-01-03T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:00:45.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 14 (What's so happy and new about it?)</title><content type='html'>2007 eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick question: When you're wandering around town with a group of friends going shopping or Kboxing or whatever it is you do in town, and you see this guy walking alone with no company except his MP3 player, does anybody start to feel sorry for him, or start thinking that he's a friendless loser? Well I certainly felt like one on the 31st, cuz I had alot to do and noone to do it with. Briefly, haircut at TM, had to go buy Norton a Eastpoint cuz there's something wrong with the software update, and then went to Marina Square to see if I could get my Nano fixed. They said I had to wait for an hour for them to charge the battery and determine the problem. After an eventless hour of wandering around (which is when I started to feel really stupid) they told me that repairs plus a 3 month warranty would cost $140, and it would be better if I got a new player (at about $300+ I'd reckon) with a two year warranty. So I took back my player, mentally told the lady to go screw herself, verbally thanked her and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me: whenever I'm calling somone to go out and hang or anything, and they say "No", especially if they always say no, I'll end the call with "Okie, bye" and a "Fuck you" as I hang up. I wonder if anyone has heard me say that as a result of me hanging up too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for a guy living in Tampines (technically Bedok but effectively Tampines) to go to Marina Square and achieve nothing and come back, it's an infuriating waste of time. Luckily for me, I remembered that there's a HMV at City Link Mall, so I bought a few overdue albums (including City Of Evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's become official that there's something seriously wrong with my D drive, cuz I coudn't rip my songs when I got home, and I can't reinstall Half Life (I'm sick of Carbon and Sims). Aargh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's countdown found me at Jul's house, but unlike the other times I'm there, that day was totally uneventful. Maybe going to the class countdown would've been a better idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBS was rather promt and on the ball whenit cane to charging adult fares. When I went to Jul's house on the 31st, student fare. On the way home on the 1st at 11 am, adult fare. I've been training for this and getting used to tapping my card when I alight so I wouldn't forget to do so when the adult fares kick in like some people I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Dhana, Karthik, Dinesh and Inderpal on the night of the first. Long time since I've seen them. Simpang as usual, although this time I tried the roti john cuz the prata guy was being a dick. Mushroom cheese rocks! Go try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had one of those looooong chats after dinner. It's amazing, as Dhana noted, how we can "surf" conversation topics and still keep going and going. Hope I remember to settle the owling thing on Saturday with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Karthik's GPA is 3.7 (or somewere there) and Dinesh is on the Director's List (I was on the VP's Long Hair List once). And here I am fighting just to pass. Told Cheryl about one of my recurring dreams (there's more than one), the one with me getting back my results. She had those dreams too apparently, but that notion doesn't make me feel better. I've been running fallback plans through my head should I not score enough to make it to the U, including retaking during NS, the four of us opening a club, going overseas to pursue a degree while paying off my tuition fees by working as a bartender (Desmond's idea), or just going to Poly (probably the scariest o all these scary notions). I can scrap that idea of opening a Tamiya shop with Kit, cuz that craze died years ago, and that idea of opening a car upgrade/fabrication joint with Big Joe, cuz that douchebag would rather open it with his girlfriend (he'll make her do the undercarriage work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potluck on the 2nd at Jul's wasn't as cracked up as I thought it would be, but still not bad. Good food, too much good food, and Jul's DVD player overheated so we didn't finish the 40-year-old Virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Teens Connect are some of the nicest friends I'll ever have, but I'm starting to get fucking irritated with some of them. Dunno why I bother asking everyone to hang when it's always the same gang. Should just stick with them. Some whom I used to regard as good friends are now like any other friend, and over the past few months my group of good friends within the group has changed. Some seem like good friends, but they only hang with you when it's convenient for them, or when they have nobody else better to hang with, or if their significant other isn't in the country. Well fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other people who are fucking twisted in their heads, imature, don't give a fuck about what their true freinds or parents say, and don't seem to give a shit about the group anymore. What, you think this is a fucking chalet and you can come and go as you like? We're a legitimate church ministry and we can't affored to be bugged by the likes of you and have our reputation tarnished because of it. We leave the door open for anyone, but we don't appreciate it when you take the door and bash our noses in with it. We'll do our best to help you, but if you refuse to listen and wake up to reality then you can get fucked for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a job. Anyone know of a job willing to employ me for 2 months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-1340432689543100862?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/1340432689543100862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/1340432689543100862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-thoughts-14-appey-niu-yeah-sniff.html' title='Random Thoughts 14 (What&apos;s so happy and new about it?)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-3138626873680453171</id><published>2007-01-02T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T05:10:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Testriffic IQ test" src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/11.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh... got this from Cheryl's blog and I couldn't resist. She got 132. I rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me saying it here means that someone's gonna try and top that, and I'm sure they will. Well go for it lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-3138626873680453171?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/3138626873680453171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/3138626873680453171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2007/01/iq-test.html' title='IQ Test'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-4956247596454904891</id><published>2006-12-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:17:27.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells like cigarettes in here</title><content type='html'>Q: Which church group is the only church group where you can have a chalet and not do anything spiritual at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Only Teens Connect. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's anything bad, it's just something I realised just now, thinking about the chalet. And how I wish it was still on. Some of us had this idea that if we finished school and were still single then we would get a place together, and the chalet was almost exactly how I imagined it to be, except for the bunking in with each other bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to Aloha Loyang on the 22nd afternoon and met Tim. And then I started cleaning the place up before the others arrived. Funny thing is that I never do housework at ome, and here I am mopping the floor! Wow! Well the others started coming; Jul with loads of food, Joe with his Xbox, Cheryl with her Diablo, which almost nobody knew she played until that day, Victor with his reading light which he just bought from Ikea that day, and blah blah everyone else. Nothing much to do on that day except Soul Calibur and Game Of Life, which is enough for me considering the good company I'm in, and could be better if some of the others could have come, like Edwin and Kevin and Su and Mel, but she came the next day, so no big deal. KFC for dinner, and we could've ordered but Nick pointed out that we could make use of Clarissa's employee discount if they walked to Downtown East to buy. Hehe scheming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching Family Guy during dinner. Hilariou as usual. Tim and Gabriel were playing endless Soul Calibur and Game of Life, I dunno why they don't get sick of it. Cheryl and Small Joe came later with a camera, thank God. And Big Joe had to leave, which meant that we would have three people worth of uneaten food left over for the barbecue the next day. Rrrgh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point that night, Jul, Cher, Big Joe and I were having a fruitful private conversation, like those thing you have to talk about but isn't really appropriate for such a fun occasion but then you realise that it's not so bad when you have good friends to talk about such stuff. Jul started a sorceress on Cher's Diablo, but somehow Victor ended up playing her character and ultimately taking over her, and that was before they got to the Blood Raven bitch, so you'd be able to surmise that Jul didn't get to play much. Waschatting with Victor about Hitman, which is a topic I've always had in common with him. I had played the Blood Money demo and was telling him how chio it was, and he was lamenting about how his machine would not be able to support it, especially when I told him I had to set the game to the absolute lowest specifications. Spent the night doing other random stuff, which included rumaging through each others' phones to see if we could find anything scandalous. Yeap, we were that bored, and boredom was never such fun until then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chalet wasn't say very big. It was the garden terrace, which is the smallest you can find in Aloha Loyang, but it was necessary for budget reasons. There were six beds and nine people. It wasn't that bad at first (we initially had seven people) until Desmond showed up after work with his new girlfriend at one in the morning and wanted to play mahjong. I was pretty grumpy at that time (and so was Des) but we (Jul, Des and I) played a few rounds and talked a bit before we started knocking out one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't feel like waking up in the morning, but Ihad to eventually cuz people were incesantly calling me asking me how to get there, plus the BBQ delivery guy arrived and I had to go pay him. I dunno why I was so tired but I was drifting in and out of sleep the whole day, until I told myself I had to get up. Had to start the barbecue anyway. Yeah I was sleeping for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only when I had gotten the charcoal and everything to the pit when I remembered one important thing: I didn't know how to start a fire. Thinking back, I think it did occur to me, and I had decided to let Big Joe handle it. But since that douchebag wasn't around, I guess I had to take a whack at it. So I used what smatterings of knowledge I had fom observing Alex and other pros at starting barbcue fires and I attempted to rustle one up. Truth be told, it most probably would've died had Nick not come to the rescue. And when the fire was up, I remembered another thing: I couldn't cook. I remembered the 3/4 cooked chicken wings I made last time, so I figured the girls would be more suited to this. Come to think of it, I should've seized the opportunity to practice. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Joe said he wasn't coming, which meant more uneaten food, I shrugged it off, but I didn't imagine it would be this much. There was a LOT of leftover food. Now we need to have another barbecue to finish that off. And nobody touched the ketupat and satay sauce. Guess I was wrong about that. Later that night, Jul, Mel, Cher, Victor and I went to buy drinks at Downtown, and they were singing carols all the way. I was never a caroller; the only lines I know in "12 Days Of Christmas" is the 5 golden rings and the cartridge in the pantry or whatever, plus I lost the Christmas spirit sometime in secondary school. So I just listened and was thoroughly amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the reason why I stick out liek a sore thumb is I don't let loose and mingle when I should, most probaby due to trust issues. But TC is one group of people I'll never feel weird with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when they were singing "Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire". I genuinely have no clue how that song goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Mel's a drunken fighter, cuz we were drinking vodka 7-up and she kicked my ass in Soul Calibur. How embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Small Joe scored the most retarded goal in Fifa '06 history by literally walking in the goal with the ball, but I prefer to call it style. Nick got in on camera an then accidentally deleted it. Rrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We more or less ended up in the same beds as the last night, only a lot less sleep, cuz we had to bloody check out at 0930 in the morning. Can't they fix that rule? Can't we book out a maybe noon so we can sleep in? People are busy staying up and having a good time, ever thought about that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's over. Sigh. Well at least I have pictures. Cheryl was busy compressing them cuz her camera was too good (it's so good I can see some of her pimples), but apparently she only compressed the pictures she wasn't in, so she's still in full 7 megapixel glory. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPtEiUXQ2I/AAAAAAAAACI/kYklnM3xkYw/s1600-h/CIMG0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013611472380969826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPtEiUXQ2I/AAAAAAAAACI/kYklnM3xkYw/s320/CIMG0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsOyUXQxI/AAAAAAAAABg/zYfjI_9xRAI/s1600-h/CIMG0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013610548963001106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsOyUXQxI/AAAAAAAAABg/zYfjI_9xRAI/s320/CIMG0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsPSUXQ1I/AAAAAAAAACA/EdAQp5l1SPQ/s1600-h/CIMG0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013610557552935762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsPSUXQ1I/AAAAAAAAACA/EdAQp5l1SPQ/s320/CIMG0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsPCUXQzI/AAAAAAAAABw/A1izS5d5rJ4/s1600-h/CIMG0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013610553257968434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsPCUXQzI/AAAAAAAAABw/A1izS5d5rJ4/s320/CIMG0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsOyUXQyI/AAAAAAAAABo/lyTvAtu-qQo/s1600-h/CIMG0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013610548963001122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsOyUXQyI/AAAAAAAAABo/lyTvAtu-qQo/s320/CIMG0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsPCUXQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FbBEKc0K-uc/s1600-h/CIMG0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013610553257968450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPsPCUXQ0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/FbBEKc0K-uc/s320/CIMG0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh yah happy 15th to Kim! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPtEiUXQ3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4sUdE5A8-bM/s1600-h/CIMG0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013611472380969842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPtEiUXQ3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/4sUdE5A8-bM/s320/CIMG0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah those were the days. Hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-4956247596454904891?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/4956247596454904891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/4956247596454904891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/12/smells-like-cigarettes-in-here.html' title='Smells like cigarettes in here'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</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/_YvegDnPk5SM/RZPtEiUXQ2I/AAAAAAAAACI/kYklnM3xkYw/s72-c/CIMG0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-8355996044307351565</id><published>2006-12-19T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:58:41.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 13</title><content type='html'>In response to all the "hannor"s and the like in my tag board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised that I haven't blogged about prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was alright. A bit rich. And Rod Monteiro was entertaining. Wonder if he'll recognise me at Dylan's next birthday. The whole deal was fun. Moreso than MJC's prom, so I've heard. We had Ritz Carlton, they had Pan Pacific. We had Rod, they had a nobody. We had a DJ and professional photographers, they had the school band and the photography club. So rarely do I get something that TPJC as that's better than MJC that I can use to rub into Big Joe's face, cuz he was harping on about MJ's second place finish in soccer for a while. So yes, I'm enjoying every moment of it. So the 21st council turned out to be good for something. They looked so unpromising during elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class saboed me to be table leader for some inter table game, and to be prom king nominee. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUxCUXQqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O9873dCU3tw/s1600-h/PROM+2006+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009925574397215394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUxCUXQqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O9873dCU3tw/s320/PROM+2006+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lol didn't recognise Chern Hui at first glance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUxCUXQrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/98PL8W3UUfk/s1600-h/DSC00311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009925574397215410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUxCUXQrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/98PL8W3UUfk/s320/DSC00311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;S15 sent two contestants! Wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUxiUXQsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/79EQn0yKZrI/s1600-h/DSC00314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009925582987150018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUxiUXQsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/79EQn0yKZrI/s320/DSC00314.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yeah I don't smile much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUyCUXQtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4GFYY9TT45w/s1600-h/DSC00305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009925591577084626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUyCUXQtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4GFYY9TT45w/s320/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dunno when Alex took this. Eergh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUySUXQuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uVE2-88oJNg/s1600-h/DSC00330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009925595872051938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUySUXQuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uVE2-88oJNg/s320/DSC00330.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbV2CUXQvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u-lsSkpfvA4/s1600-h/DSC00324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009926759808189170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbV2CUXQvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u-lsSkpfvA4/s320/DSC00324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbV2iUXQwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TNfuKfWxXNM/s1600-h/DSC00289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009926768398123778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbV2iUXQwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TNfuKfWxXNM/s320/DSC00289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ah tired lah updte some more another day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-8355996044307351565?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/8355996044307351565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/8355996044307351565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/12/random-thoughts-13.html' title='Random Thoughts 13'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</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://bp3.blogger.com/_YvegDnPk5SM/RYbUxCUXQqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O9873dCU3tw/s72-c/PROM+2006+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-116489881650700699</id><published>2006-11-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:00:16.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>A levels may have ended on the 17th, but it's taken me nearly a fortnight to start blogging again. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm growing tired of blogging. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All I ever do is talk abut what happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hardly anybody reads this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was the whole point f me creating a blog in the first place; so I have a place to write down everything that's been happening so I don't forget. So what I've decided to do is continue to do that, and in addition constantly search for more intellectual topics to discuss, so my mind has something invigorating to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to these few days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sims, NFSC, went clubbing the night of the last paper, Sims, fixed my bike, NFSC, Sims, NFSC, went jogging once, Sims, prom, post prom, Sims and NFSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do the math, you would've realised that I've been playing Sims more than NFSC. Heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing that night after the last paper at Cube was fun. Never thought I would dance to a Britney song. Not that I was drunk; I was just.... so happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fixed my bike. Damn overhaul cost me more than $70. Well at least she's fine. (yeah her name is Scott, I haven't figured that part out yet) Now she doesn't make weird noises when I ride her. Guess it was because I wasn't very rough with her. Treat her gentle and she'll give you the smoothest ride of your life. Wait till I put her through her paces, she'll be.... whirring...... Note to self: get semi-slick tyres so I can ride her faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew *smokes cigarette*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog about prom the ther day, when I find the photos. They're all over the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-116489881650700699?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/116489881650700699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/116489881650700699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/11/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115833054139546691</id><published>2006-09-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:29:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage Quotes 11 (Silly people...)</title><content type='html'>You know those chain emails that tell you to forward the message to other people in your contacts list or your hotmail account will be deleted, posing to be some sort way to ensure that people are using their accounts so they can clear up inactive users? They get more and more convincing by the day, don't they? Although I've never believed anyone of them since day one, they're starting to look so authentic that I'm starting to catch myself believing some of them. This is how convincing they're getting. I got this yesterday in my inbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everyone, i had a look on the internet and its actually true . On the 1st of november , we will have to pay for the use of our MSN and email accounts unless we send this message to at least 18 contacts on your contact list. It's no joke if you don't believe me then go to the site(&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm&lt;/a&gt;) and see for  yourself. Anyways once you've sent this message to at least 18 contacts, your msn dude will become blue. please copy and paste don't forward cos people won't take notice of it. Hey it is Andy and john the directors of MSN, sorry  for the interruption but msn is closing down. this is because too many inconsiderate people are taking up all the name (eg making up lots of different accounts for just one person), we only have 578 names left. If you would like to close your account, DO NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE ON. If you would like to keep your account, then SEND THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. This is no joke, we will be shutting down the servers. Send it on, thanks. WHO EVER DOES NOT SEND THIS MESSEAGE, YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE CLOSED AND YOU WILL COST 10.00 A MONTH TO USE. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. NOW YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT FORWARD THIS or REPLAY. COPY THE WHOLE EMAIL. GO BACK TO YOUR INBOX AND CLICK ON NEW. AND PASTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, so I was willing to ignore and forgive some of the scathing grammar mistakes, like "inconsiderate people are taking up all the name" and "This is no joke". But the thing that really interested me was that this one had a link, a legitimate link that claims to prove its authenticity. So I thought, this I gotta see, and I checked it out. I was redirected to BBC News (surprise!) and the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MSN 'to charge user fee'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft is reportedly planning to start charging surfers for the improved services of its MSN internet portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site receives 200 million visits a month worldwide, and is the UK's most viewed website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft's UK managing director told the Independent on Sunday that fees could be introduced within 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any move by MSN to start fee-charging would pave the way for its competitors yahoo.com and aol.com to follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and blah blah... some discussion about how feasibile it's gonna be, and then I saw this line that made me laugh out loud:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Microsoft stresses that the site's core facilities including Hotmail will remain free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about shooting yourself in the foot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115833054139546691?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115833054139546691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115833054139546691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/09/pwnage-quotes-11-silly-people.html' title='Pwnage Quotes 11 (Silly people...)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115807737473551730</id><published>2006-09-12T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T00:09:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 12</title><content type='html'>I've suddenly realised that my blog has been defunct for a while. haven't found time to update cuz these few weeks have been really busy for me, and when I have time, I'm too busy trying to unwind, or I'm just too tired. Everything else's been more or less put on hold due to work, even the running, which was good release. Wish I had more scenic routes to take; the same road gets rather boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's prelims season now. It's only been on for two days and I already feel like it's useless. For all the work I've done, it doesn't seem to be enough, and I'm already starting to get physically tired of the whole thing. Lack of practice, lack of sleep, damn flu... my mind went totally blank during Maths today. Mel was talking about how she had writer's cramp for GP, but that's not so bad. When you're sitting for a Maths paper, and you suddenly can't remember a damn thing, leaving you to sit there staring at your paper like a jackass, that's when you have trouble. I felt like stabbing my eyes out with my pencil in frustration. And this damn flu makes me cough at least once every five minutes, and then my phelgmy hacking reverbrates throughout the entire hall (yeah guys, that was me) and it was fucking irritating. At least there aren't any papers tml, so I'll have time to catch up. Jamie sent me the direct link to last year's prelim papers for Physics, which I'll need if I'm going to write anything on Thursday. Bless her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember much about what happened this past month. There was Cheryl's birthday. Small Joe orchestrated it, and he got a few of us into it. I'm guessing she liked the video we made for her. Yeah we made her a video testimonial thingy. I got the idea when I saw Shann doing the same thing for Jon. Video was nice, we played pinball a lot, Cheryl's mum makes really good mee siam, Nicholas broke the stool he was sitting on, Victor kicked me in the forbidden spot, Cheryl's a bigger neckophobe than Mel (I swear she screams like a banshee, Mel just giggles and runs for it) and yeah great party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was that youth rally that day at that church near that place with that priest... Fr Simon... it was fun and enriching. There's something rather spiritually cleansing about kneeling on hard asphalt until your knees hurt and your back is sore, but maybe that's just me. I'm starting to undrstand the whole corporal mortification thing. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Small Gab on the bus that day. He says NAFA has less good looking girls than TPJC. Haha poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah until the next time I get to blog, which might not be soon. Need to up my workload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115807737473551730?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115807737473551730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115807737473551730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-thoughts-12.html' title='Random Thoughts 12'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115501903016123921</id><published>2006-08-08T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:37:10.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage Quotes 10</title><content type='html'>Another stupid incident during Nordin's SPE class in the gym:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nordin: And if you don't know what to do at each station, just follow the person in front of you. Don't later go to the station and then you dunno what to do. So follow the guy in front.&lt;br /&gt;Russ: *accidentally sings out loud* I will follow you...&lt;br /&gt;Nordin: Ah yes you all know that song? *sings* I will follow you... follow you wherever you may go....&lt;br /&gt;Russ: *ah what the heck* Woooooooooooooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol that was dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is from the time the class guys and a few girls went to Fisherman's Village to togok:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HB was about to fill everyone up with our second jug, so I finished off my first glass, with Roy beside me looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Eh Alex, dun get drunk or else you won't be able to walk up the hill back to your house!&lt;br /&gt;Russ: *looks at Roy* You just called me Alex; I think you're the drunk one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha that was seriously funny, and the weird thing is he was drinking water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115501903016123921?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115501903016123921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115501903016123921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/08/pwnage-quotes-10.html' title='Pwnage Quotes 10'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115419492740340515</id><published>2006-07-30T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T01:42:07.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 11</title><content type='html'>Wow haven't blogged about the past happenings for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth mass was great! Sure it's weird that I'm blogging about it when it was two weeks ago, but since I'm finally here, might as well. We got to do wardens! And everyone was dressing up and all, and we looked goood! lol need to get my hands on the photos... and the Sunday Market ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe forgot that the current Pope is Bennedict the sixteenth, so when he was reading Prayer Of The Faithful, he saw Bennedict XVI and said "Bennedict... *pause*". Wahaha poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway someone gave me some gum before mass and I didn't realise that I was chewing it all through mass until we got up for offertory. So with no way to dispose of it, I sutck it under my shoe, in the part near the heel that doesn't touch the floor. Cheryl was going "Eeeeeeeeee..." like a ninny. So after offetory when I returned to my pew, I borrowed some tissue and disposed of it properly in there... and I left the tissue at the pew by accident. Oops lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after mass, took photos, and then most of us went to Pizza Hut at TM for dinner. And Dorothy paid for everything, even the extra set meal that we were left with cuz Dawn, Nicholas and the leech suddenly decided to go somewhere else after we ordered. Felt really bad about that, but also annoyed at the three. Dinner was good, but too much. Talked and joked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that I went with Iggy, Victor and Mel to watch Pirates of the Carribean. Great movie; it immediately left me wanting to see the next movie. At the end of the movie, Mel wanted to wait for the end of the credits cuz she heard there was something added at the end. Credits were cb long, and all we got was the dog on the throne. It must be some sort of in joke wiht the people that made this movie. "Haha we made you stay for that!" Anyway the cliffhanger ending was totally unexpected. And I still hate Iggy for spoiling the movie for me before we went to watch it. Probably trying to show off how he looked up the spoilers before watching it with us. Not watching anything with him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah blah blah another week went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the last dragonboat training before the actual competition on Monday. After that went to Jul's house almost immediately. Didn't bathe, just went straight so I could bathe there. Was supposed to go there to study, she and Mel had been working since 11 in the morning I think, so by the time I got there, they were both more or less burnt out. They were ordering dinner before I even got there. After we ate (and Mel the Arts student demonstrated her command of stoichiometry and volumetric analysis by mixing her coleslaw and her mashed potatoes in exact and equal proportions) we just sat and talked. I finally got to studying, but only did a bit of work before Mel almost had to drag me off the chair to get me going cuz it was getting really late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Pastamania for lunch after mass on Sunday. Fattening stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fat, we haven't seen Edwin at all for a few months. And he still has my Nightlife and Mel's Da Vinci Code. He might be dead for all we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blah blah blah another week went by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait... there was Sea Sports Carnival on Monday. And after all the training sessions the class had, we only managed to come in fifth overall. Bummer.... But the weird thing is we didn't concentrate on the Men's Kayaking Relay, and we got third for that. Imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better than nothing lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the class had ze cha (is that how you spell it?) at Block 201, and then went to Fisherman's Village for drinks. Wheee good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish people would stop putting pressure on me. I've been getting a lot of conflicting views, sometimes coming from the same person. Can I or can I not get in? Weighing a lot on my mind lately and I can't think of much else. Rrrgh tml must ask Maro once and for all and clear my doubts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115419492740340515?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115419492740340515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115419492740340515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-thoughts-11.html' title='Random Thoughts 11'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115383484953937294</id><published>2006-07-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:40:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foo Fighters - Everlong</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THIS SONG! Not a kao peh song either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I've waited here for you. Everlong.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I throw myself into,&lt;br /&gt;And out of the red, out of her head she sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come down and waste away with me. Down with me,&lt;br /&gt;Slow how, you wanted it to be,&lt;br /&gt;I'm over my head, out of her head she sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder when I sing along with you,&lt;br /&gt;If everything could ever be this real forever.&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.&lt;br /&gt;She sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out, so I can breathe you in,&lt;br /&gt;Hold you in, and now, I know you've always been.&lt;br /&gt;Out of your head, out of my head I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder when I sing along with you,&lt;br /&gt;If everything could ever be this real forever.&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.&lt;br /&gt;She sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder when I sing along with you,&lt;br /&gt;If everything could ever be this real forever.&lt;br /&gt;If anything could ever be this good again,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I'll ever ask of you.&lt;br /&gt;You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115383484953937294?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115383484953937294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115383484953937294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/foo-fighters-everlong.html' title='Foo Fighters - Everlong'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115340488467521404</id><published>2006-07-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:14:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Of The Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feeling  &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; the thing you lose in your legs when your Physics teacher calls your parents up about your bad grades: &lt;em&gt;When I heard Mr. Liew's voice on the phone, I immediately lost the feeling in my legs.&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; the thing my dad's voice seemed deviod of when we argued later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115340488467521404?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115340488467521404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115340488467521404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/word-of-day-2.html' title='Word Of The Day 2'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115331549888406498</id><published>2006-07-19T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T21:24:58.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Of The Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Screwed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;adj&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; what a person is when he suddenly realises that he has eight weeks to study a two year syllabus worth of notes, over seventy chapters in all, and to complete the relevant three Ten Year Series assessment books: &lt;em&gt;You all had better study your two year syllabus worth of notes, over seventy chapters in all, and complete the relevant three Ten Year Series assessment books, or you're all screwed.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; me: &lt;em&gt;Only eight weeks left?! Oh no, I'm screwed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115331549888406498?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115331549888406498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115331549888406498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/word-of-day_115331549888406498.html' title='Word Of The Day'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115322918541358038</id><published>2006-07-18T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:26:25.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage Quotes 9 (Cockster Teachers)</title><content type='html'>We all know that Nordin is a damn cockster, but sometimes he can be damn &lt;em&gt;gorblok&lt;/em&gt; as well (meaning blur, or.... something more severe than blur)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the S12 people skipped his SPE lesson on Friday; only Shyam and Pei Hao were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nordin: Shyam, do you know where Kartik is?&lt;br /&gt;Shyam: Er, I dunno... I saw him at morning assembly today, but I dunno where he went... not that close to him anyway.&lt;br /&gt;N: Ok... now it's 8.15. You have ten minutes, go and find him...&lt;br /&gt;S: ...huh? *wtf*&lt;br /&gt;N: *not listening* ...search the canteen, search the library, search the...&lt;br /&gt;S: *slightly incredulous* ...but....&lt;br /&gt;N: *&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; not listening* ten minutes come back. *goes back to his attendance list without even looking up*&lt;br /&gt;S: *walks off annoyed*&lt;br /&gt;Russ: Aiyah, Shyam, just go to the canteen and have a drink, and in ten minutes come back and say you couldn't find him.&lt;br /&gt;N: *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not listening*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Pei Hao, do you know where Jake is?&lt;br /&gt;Pei Hao: Er no, I was late this morning, so I didn't see anyone. I wasn't at morning assembly.&lt;br /&gt;N: Hmm okie... did you see Wallace?&lt;br /&gt;PH: No, I didn't see anybody at morning assembly because I wasn't there!&lt;br /&gt;N: Okie... did you see Nichols?&lt;br /&gt;PH: ....&lt;br /&gt;N: Thittinat?&lt;br /&gt;PH: ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nordin still can't say Thittinat's name properly... still calls him Tittynutssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during GP, we were analysing someone's essay, and Miss Yap was writing the topic sentences on the board. One of the points she wrote was "the key motivavations of terrorism today cannot be easily curbed". No, that's not a typo, she really wrote motivavations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of us were confused, then Justin spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Er, Miss Yap, I think you wrote something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Yap: *looks at board, then looks at essay, tehn looks at board again* Yeah it should be "fundamental motivations" *edits the fundamental but doesn't notice the motivavations*&lt;br /&gt;J: Er, no, I think you've misspelt motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Y: *stares at board for a while, then looks back at Justin* You know what I meant, please don't waste my time like this... *grumbles on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH she made an honest mistake and yet she somehow made Justin look like he did something wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mr. Tan somehow managed to get one of his hands scalded by chicken soup, so when he arrived for class, he showed us his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan: Ni men you kan dao shen me bu tong ne (Or something like that)? (Do you notice anything different between my hands?)&lt;br /&gt;Russ: Dang ran lah! Yi bian shi zhuo, yi bian shi you. (Of course lah! One hand is left, one hand is right.)&lt;br /&gt;Tan: .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115322918541358038?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115322918541358038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115322918541358038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/pwnage-quotes-9-cockster-teachers.html' title='Pwnage Quotes 9 (Cockster Teachers)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115279575054200796</id><published>2006-07-13T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T00:24:29.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politically "More Correct" Heroes (Half-Life Man)</title><content type='html'>Note: This character was inspired by the inventions of Chern Xing and Hong Kuang. If I do make any subsequent characters, they'll be my own unless I state otherwise. This might geek you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/Half-life%20Man.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/Half-life%20Man.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Half-Life Man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Born: D.K. Konstaan, November 20 1971&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powers: Indefinite longevity, Radioactive manipulation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weakness: Pencils&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Russian born Dominic Karl Konstaan was your average MIT student working towards a Ph.D in Teleporting-freaky-aliens-from-parallel-dimensions Engineering, although he also had a keen interest in Hacking-freaky-aliens-with-a-crowbar Physics. His peers described him as a very boisterous person and a wild party animal despite his reserved demeanour when working.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 1998, he signed on for a student exchange programme and got posted to the White Masons' University in New Mexico, which is a university for black Jews. A quiet night of introductions turned into a rather wild frat party which some how found its way to the Accident-just-waiting-to-happen Lab, located in the School of Anomalous Materials. During the course of the party, he was bitten by a radioactive head crab, apparently and inexplicably teleported from another dimension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Konstaan wakes up on the floor in the thrashed lab to three things: a hangover, new found powers and a foreign school full of aliens from a parallel dimension running amok and killing people; apparently we taste better than the casserole they serve at their home planet. Armed with a crowbar, which he stole from a construction worker he knocked out with a beer bottle the other night, and his 12-gauge pump action shotgun, which he brought along "just in case something like this might happen", he set off to fight his way out of the school, whilst slowly getting the hang of his new, slowly manifesting powers along the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is unclear exactly what happened that night, except for the radioactive head crab bit, but somehow Konstaan had lost the ability to speak. Since his new "silent protagonist" image and his new powers were totally unlike the old Dominic Konstaan, he fashioned himself a new (albeit unorthodox, unintruiging and not to mention lame) name: Half-Life Man, in tribute of his powers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The general term for Half-Life Man's powers is radioative manipulation, and although this encompassed a wide variety of abilities, he was essentially a walking biological hazard to anyone who got in his way. He had the ability to emit alpha, beta and gamma radiation from his hands, enabling him to do things like generate beta particles by rubbing his hands together and producing a steady electric current from them, and irradiating any organic lifeform into a pool of green radioactive goo in seconds. As his powers grew, he learnt to use them in more flamboyant ways, like combining alpha and beta particles to produce jets of helium gas from his hands, thus enabling him to achieve the effect of flying. He had also learnt to control matter at an atomic level, and could quickly generate a cloud of unstable atoms engulfing a room and then later set off an atomic chain reaction. In spite of his manifesting powers and the more technologically advanced aliens he encounters on later in the battle, his weapons of choice were still the shotgun and the crowbar. Something about "going old school".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although he was a rather radioactive being, he was also blessed with an exceptionally long half-life, which meant that he could not die of natural means, as he will never truly become inactive. It was calculated that by the year 2120 his activity levels would reach background levels, but he would still be technically alive. He found out about his weakness during the fight out of White Masons', when he had a particular head crab zombie cornered, who, in an act of desperation, tried to fend Half-Life Man off with a pencil he grabbed off a nearby desk. The carbon lead in the pencil immediately caused Half-Life Man to temporarily lose his powers, much like the effect that green kryptonite has on Superman, allowing the zombie to escape. Half-Life Man would later find and kill this particular zombie by pumping him full of helium and popping him like a balloon with his crowbar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Half-Life Man finally managed to free himself from the complex and alerted the authorities. Unfortunately, before the local police could arrive on the scene, the aliens had all managed to flee to Mexico. Realising that the only explanation for all the carnage was now out of US jurisdiction, he fled the scene for fear of being implicated and charged with the destruction of the entire university using his crowbar. He is now rumoured to have been recruited to work in Area 51 as Dominic Konstaan, but fights crime during his free time as the vigilante Half-Life Man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He is now caught in a huge lawsuit battle against fellow nuclear scientist Bruce Bannor, the comic book publishing company Marvel and big time console game developer Capcom over copyright infringement issues concerning the Hulk's Gamma Wave attack, which Half-Life Man claims to have invented.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115279575054200796?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115279575054200796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115279575054200796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/politically-more-correct-heroes-half.html' title='Politically &quot;More Correct&quot; Heroes (Half-Life Man)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115271439992691171</id><published>2006-07-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:51:44.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theories 2 (Why, Zizou?)</title><content type='html'>I know there are loads of theories about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; headbutt that Zidane gave Materazzi, but do you wanna know what really happened? What really REALLY happened? This comes out under Conspiracy Theories because that's exactly what all the other explanations were... conspiracy theories! Especially the "exchanging jerseys" explanation. That was rather poorly concieved, in my opinion. So are you really ready for the real truth behind it all? Do you wanna know why Zinedine Zidane, the biggest name in modern soccer, ruined his last ever match, and a World Cup final at that, by inexplicably and spontaneously headbutting "Nobody-cares-what-his-first-name-is" Materazzi in the solar plexus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zizou was Imperiused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so frigging obvious, I have no idea why nobody speculated this theory, which has been proven through evidence, deductive reasoning and criminal psychology, as what really happened. Somebody had obviously casted the Imperius Curse on him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want proof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/zidane%20red%20card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/zidane%20red%20card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it the moment I saw the shots. See the glazed look on his face? An obvious symptom of a freshly cast Imperius Curse due to the "high" the victim feels when hit by the curse. What's more is that Zidane is anybody but a violent person. Plus, anybody knows that a move like that is an instant red card, and yet it looked like Zizou was only fully realising what he had done as he was walking back to the stands, a sure sign that the curse was lifting slightly and he was capable of conscious thought only after the headbutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty obvious that the Italian Cosa Nostra have connections to personnel in the Italian magical community, or maybe the Death Eaters themselves. Materazzi was obviously approached and greased by an associate of the Family to, at an opportune moment, look like he was saying something to Zidane. That was when a wizard in the stands hit him with the curse and made him headbutt Materazzi (Materazzi was obviously paid a lot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What of Zidane's explanations that day? It seemed like a pathetic attempt to fob off his agent right? "He said something, I don't want to talk about it now." I'll tell you why it seemed like it was a weak attempt to smoke his agent for the time being; because it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;! Zidane was obviously Confunded on the spot, maybe by the same wizard, maybe another, to stall for time. Or maybe he was still Imperiused at the time. Sure, a Memory Charm could've been performed discretely, we've all seen it been done before (Kingsley Shacklebolt did one on Marietta Edgecombe), but this would involve planting a false memory into Zidane, somethimg which was time consuming and could not be done in a shoddy manner (like how Horace Slughorn tried to hide his memories). So Zidane was Confunded, or still Imperiused, to stall for time, so that the wizard(s) could wait until he was alone to properly overwrite his memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it seems that the only people who truly know what Materazzi said were himself and Zidane, otherwise FIFA would know and not still be speculating, all Materazzi had to do was play along to the false memory, knowing that Zidane would tell that same story. This memory would probably involve Materazzi saying something entirely mundane, or essentially something that didn't even warrant an angry glare. If that's what FIFA believes, then Zidane's Golden Ball would be reclaimed and given to Fabio Cannavaro, thus proving that Italy would benefit even further from this set-up, which, when you consider incentive, gives the Italians a further motive for conspiring to pull off this stunt. And the plan was perfect due to another reason: Who in their right mind would suspect wizards did this when everyone seems to think they don't exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's really happening; Voldemort is destroying Europe, one country at a time. The end of the world is coming! I was right! Woo! I'm not crazy! It's really happening! GET ALL YOUR GEAR AND FOLLOW ME!!! *guzzles detergent*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115271439992691171?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115271439992691171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115271439992691171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/conspiracy-theories-2-why-zizou.html' title='Conspiracy Theories 2 (Why, Zizou?)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115254351133730027</id><published>2006-07-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:58:31.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REPENT!!!</title><content type='html'>It's coming! Apocalypse... it's almost here! Can't you read the signs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cosa Nostra control the World Cup&lt;br /&gt;The biggest name in modern soccer was disgraced in his last ever game&lt;br /&gt;It costs $8.50 to sit in a cab&lt;br /&gt;The schools that charge for the programmes at their performances are the rich schools&lt;br /&gt;David Beckham is pregnant&lt;br /&gt;The only goal Lampard scored was in that Adidas commercial&lt;br /&gt;Religions are fighting each other again&lt;br /&gt;The best golfer is black&lt;br /&gt;The best rapper is white&lt;br /&gt;The sole superpower is run by a bush and a dick&lt;br /&gt;Norton creates its own viruses so people will buy their antivirus softwares&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton is recording songs&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Brown is dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see?! The world is ending! Save yourselves!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115254351133730027?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115254351133730027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115254351133730027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/repent.html' title='REPENT!!!'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115245446216903837</id><published>2006-07-09T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T00:56:33.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 10 (Pa Ni Lao Ma)</title><content type='html'>My little cousin is really cute lah! She and her mom came over today and she wanted to play with Kim, who was too busy playing free disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: "Ok, let's go play hide and seek! I count to ten, you hide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when she chionged out of the room. Then Kim counted to ten and went back to playing maple. Five minutes later, she stormed into the room again and said "I don't wanna play hide and seek anymore!" Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the practice of saying bye on msn and waiting for the person to reply before leaving? "I'm doing my nails!" I swear people these days have no online etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised I haven't blogged about this week yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning, Mrs. Goh addresses us all during morning assembly saying in light of the Panorama concert later, everybody gets released early; 1250 hrs. Which was great for my class, cuz on standard Tuesdays, we only get dismissed at 1250 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Hong Boon, Roy and Gab at Tampines to go to City Hall together, but Gab forgot his ticket, and Roy wanted to go back and change cuz he was only wearing a T-shirt while the rest of us were wearing shirts. So Hb and I went with Ah Bush and Raymond (who we happened to meet there) to City Hall. Then the two of us met a few of the class girls at Marche at Suntec for dinner. Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panorama was really good. Really really good! Dancing and everything, but the best were the choir and the dikir barat. The choir sang "Through Heaven's Eyes" from The Prince Of Egypt, and it was really really cool. That song's stuck in my head now. Dikir barat is always enjoyable and fun for those who appreciate it. I know a lot of mangens that dislike it cuz it's a Malay thing and they think it's noisy. Screw them; dikir barat is cool. I considered joining them at one point, but since my Malay vocab only consists of a few phrases, I kinda thought better of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was some sort of a skit running in between the performances, centreing around four first years and their experiences here. They just got their uniforms and they were talking about the greeness. So the dialogue goes something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think of the colour? Maybe if it was a darker shade of green... nah, too stressful."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe grey..."&lt;br /&gt;"What? No way man!"&lt;br /&gt;"Or maybe white..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, the most impractical colour of all."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I've got it... a light shade of blue."&lt;br /&gt;"What are we, soft toys?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panorama was also fun cuz everyone got to dress up. Well I have to say a lot of the guys came in standard attire; long sleeved shirt, pants or jeans and sneakers. I met Joan of TC there and she said I look like I did every Sunday at church. I kinda disagreed. I didn't gel my hair cuz I ran out. So it was more fun checking out the girls (from the other classes) and what they had on. It sort of confirmed a conspiracy theory I heard; there are relatively fewer hot girls in TPJC cuz of the way our uniform makes us look. Or maybe it's cuz I don't open my eyes enough. Didn't really wish to. Big Joe might know what I'm talking about. &lt;em&gt;Not a word. &lt;/em&gt;Xin Yuan was an exception to the general trend amongst the guys; he was sporting a hat, a sort of a mix between a fedora, a beanie and a beret, sitting on his head at such a sharp angle that you could see the turbulence in his hair (sorry too much physics). We called it his poser hat lol. I'm gonna find me a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; fedora, like straight from the 50's, like the one Johnny Depp wore to one of the Emmys I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, we went to the nearby coffeeshop to eat, and then decided that it was too late to do anything, so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a day off for TPJCians cuz of Panorama, so I went with the class for dragonboat training. Row till my muscles were all aching. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after mass, went for lunch with Mel, Su, Iggy, Big Joe, Vicky, the lovebirds, and I think Joy (shit I can't remember... what's wrong with me?) and then waste time at the arcade and here and there. Saw the trailer for Tokyo Drift. At first I felt it was going to be as bad as Take The Lead (the dancing movie that Victor made Mel and I watch with him), but I'm willing to keep an open mind about it. Victoria made Joe, Kim and I walk her to church. She was going for 1230 mass at 1325. Typical Singaporean catholic, Fonz was telling me when I met him; go in, take communion, then zhao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went with Joe to Eastpoint. We talked a lot, mainly about stuff that I wasn't planning on telling anybody at all but since I trusted him implicitly and he wouldn't scoff, what the hell. What I didn't expect is that he fully understood everything, and probably told me exactly what I needed to hear. Above that we talked about loads of stuff, and physical training always seems to come up when we catch up. Must be a testosterone thing. He said if I'm going running with an mp3 player, I should get an arm wallet. So we went to sportslink and I bought the only arm wallet there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is it's Alex's "poser pouch". There really weren't any others. Except maybe the shoe wallet, but that was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, was reading Alex's blog just now. We all said he ponned the Maths lecture on Friday; Miss Wong noticed and was looking for him. Turns out he was crashing the Audi lecture with Suk. That confused me cuz Suk was supposed to be in New Zealand, but I guess she came for a visit, and God knows how they got her in the premises and into the Audi. Was wondering why I didn't see her, but then I realised that I was in LT4 like &lt;em&gt;I was supposed to&lt;/em&gt;, and the Audi was on the other side of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that ever since Cheryl quit her job, she's been busier than ever. She said if I/we needed her I/we had to book her one week in advance. Dowan leh... damn lay chay to book her. Must call Hendon Camp just to look for her agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I burned my arm while I was doing the ironing just now, and now it's formed a water blister. I wonder why it does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for youth mass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115245446216903837?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115245446216903837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115245446216903837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-thoughts-10-pa-ni-lao-ma.html' title='Random Thoughts 10 (Pa Ni Lao Ma)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115194321207195734</id><published>2006-07-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:00:28.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Movies and Movie Games</title><content type='html'>Wahaha... Kim was trying to adjust her watch just now and she asked me for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim: I can't adjust my watch... it says 1145 Monday.&lt;br /&gt;Russ: It is 1145 Monday...&lt;br /&gt;Kim: ... oh yah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm noticing a significant increase in the frequency releases of game movies and movie games. I remember the good old days when the only game movie we knew was Street Fighter. Back in the days of the SNES and things, people didn't think twice about making a Sonic movie or anything, but now we've got loads, ever since Resident Evil and Doom. And now there's at least three more coming up soon; one is Dead Or Alive *grins*, another is Hitman (47 being played by Vin Diesel), and there's also the new Halo movie. Halo! "But I just wanna play Halo...! *sobs*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel movie games are blatant exploitations of cashing in on the success of a movie. Call it merchandising, but when you go into games, gamers aren't always happy with movies rehashed into games, like Tom Yung Goong. Sometimes I feel the Harry Potter series aren't that good in games, especially when they're based on the movies. One exception is Quidditch World Cup, that was an interesting game. People like going into expanded universes with games, like in Star Wars and Lord Of The Rings. A lot of people don't like Star Wars games; they feel that those games were bland, and it's almost always the same John Williams score. Republic Commando and Empire At War were great games, however. It wasn't difficult for Empire At War to look good, cuz people compare it with Galactic Battlegrounds, that was shitty. But my favourite movie game will always be The Godfather. Wheeee... can't wait for Scarface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey check &lt;a href="http://dl3.dumpalink.com/media/Kxfjwu7AY5jg/WsKYFh809mz2.WMV"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out for a game movie. Don't think it's real, though. What a waste... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115194321207195734?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115194321207195734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115194321207195734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/game-movies-and-movie-games.html' title='Game Movies and Movie Games'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115185197389007770</id><published>2006-07-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:27:49.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er... hi</title><content type='html'>Was reading Jas' blog the other day and she was saying that she only blogs when she's feeling high, which would make sense cuz I wouldn't wanna blog about anything that made me glum unless it was important. Feeling extra high today cuz today was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Joe, Cheryl (poser belt), Victor, Sujata and, for once, Desmond and Dawn were at 0930 mass today. Was gloating at Des cuz he told me the other night that England would beat Portugal and I felt otherwise. Joe was sullen at how Brazil got their asses kicked by Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the group of us, minus Des and Dawn and plus Joan and Commando went to Yoshi for lunch. I can tell commando training did him a world of good, especially in urban camoflage; we went to buy food and there was only Cheryl there left at the table (cuz he wasn't there yet) and then when I turn back to the table with my food, there he is. Like poof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that we went shopping. I'm starting to like shopping... wow... went with Big Joe to RSH and bought this nice shirt. And then after that everyone started dispersing. Went back to church where I thought Mel and Jul would be, but turns out they weren't going for service as they both were late. Met them outside Mel's house and took a bus back to TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, Jul asks me if I bought Cheryl's retirement card, which I totally forgot, being busy with school and all. Found out that she was leaving her temp job last Thursday, so I smsed Mel and Jul with this idea to get her a card. Bought one for her (Mel can draw a really cute Patrick) and then met her and Commando to head to City Hall. Gave her the card in the train, and I half expected her to start screaming things like "RUSSELL YOU PIG" for insinuating that she was old(er than us), but she &lt;em&gt;liked&lt;/em&gt; it. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to the Jubilee Hall at Raffles for Small Joe's play. Romeo and Juliet. He was Romeo. And we all laughed at this when we found out last week, but he's actually good! Very lovesick and full of teen angst... he did that really well (that's just how he sounds lah). I liked the guy that played Tybalt, good stage presence. And Juliet is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was MORE shopping at Suntec. Ate at Carl's Jr., so now I'm feeling really fat. Then after the lovebirds left, Mel Jul and I just walked about and talked and crapped about loads of things. Mel took us to a paper store where their designer notebooks were kinda pricey. Went to HMV. I finally bought Scarface! "I bury those cock-a-roaches!" lol thnx Jul for helping me find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jul went home to study, and Mel went to see Superman with her family cuz I couldn't confirm with her so she said to hell with me I'd rather take my brother out. Lol that was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna watch Superman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115185197389007770?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115185197389007770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115185197389007770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/07/er-hi.html' title='Er... hi'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115149865531901934</id><published>2006-06-28T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:44:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just felt like posting some pictures of Miss Peh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/miss%20peh%20and%20gang%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/miss%20peh%20and%20gang%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/miss%20peh%20and%20gang.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/miss%20peh%20and%20gang.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/Ms%20Peh%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/Ms%20Peh%20004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115149865531901934?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115149865531901934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115149865531901934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-felt-like-posting-some-pictures.html' title='Just felt like posting some pictures of Miss Peh'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115142035633392516</id><published>2006-06-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:51:18.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go swallow some cyanide and put a charged particle gun to your head</title><content type='html'>Chemistry common test yesterday was &lt;em&gt;horrible.&lt;/em&gt; Ever have one of those exam moments when you're almost afraid, maybe even embarrassed to write your name on your script, for fear of associating yourself with it? Yeah, I know how that feels. Totally forgot about nitrogen compounds when I was studying. The cyanide literally killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty resigned to flunking Physics today, cuz I did negligible amounts of work for that. I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; flicking through radioactivity last night, but by the time of the paper, the only thing I could remember was that Half-life was a good game. But the thing that really kills me was that the paper was actually... easy! It was, there were no trick questions for at least 3/4 of the paper. It was like they wanted you to have the marks. It's like they deliberately made it easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when it hit me; it's a conspiracy! Easy papers have a better effect on students, especially slackers. Slackers who don't study take comfort in their resignation to failure, and they expect to not be able to do much in a paper with a rather standard difficulty. They may be even comforted to see the really tricky questions, and with an "I-would'nt've-figured-that-out-anyway" attitude, they'll hope that everyone else fared as badly for those questions as they did. With easy papers, however, these smug people will be kicking themselves all day for not studying. You'll hear stuff like "That was a free mark! I would've got that one if I studied..." and then the guilt of not studying &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Physics today, went to TM with the class guys to watch Scary Movie 4. Spoiler warning, highlight to reveal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I must say that that movie had an unusually high number of prerequisites, apart from being 16. You have to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Have an American sense of humour (doesn't hurt to be lame)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Be up to date with movies, especially War Of The Worlds, Saw, Million Dollar Baby, The American Ring, as I like to call it, and the previous Scary Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Know your basics in American culture, like who Dr. Phil and Oprah Winfrey are and about Tom Cruise's couch-jumping incident on Oprah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I could tell that a lot of people were lost at the first part when Dr. Phil was talking about himself, and they only got the "Wrong foot" part. The movie really makes a point: all Dr. Phil seems to be doing is telling people to get a grip. Hell, I could do that. And the last part, too, when James Earl Jones was hit by a bus mid-sentence. That's a recurring joke from the first Scary Movie. Damn, I thought Brenda was dead from the first movie (Cindy and Brenda are recurring characters from the first SM) I thought Cindy was the only main character to survive. Brenda's less annoying now, thank God. People that have seen the first SM would appreciate this one and brush off the sometimes overexcessive "trying-too-hard-to-be-funny"ness as a..... "glitch" in the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I would like to thank Cheryl and Emmanuel for spoiling a significant portion of the jokes for me last Sunday. Except for the tripod tentacle humping the vacuum cleaner part, I wouldn't've laughed anyway. Was it a coincidence that Doofy was, in a sense, humping his vacuum cleaner in the first SM? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to start my studying engine now. Still need greasing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115142035633392516?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115142035633392516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115142035633392516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-swallow-some-cyanide-and-put.html' title='Go swallow some cyanide and put a charged particle gun to your head'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115124954879063703</id><published>2006-06-25T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T23:32:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theories</title><content type='html'>Today at lunch with a few TC people we were randomly chatting (Scary Movie 4 kept coming up) and then we started talking about Mel's plate of chicken rice. Emmanuel said her plate looked like those kid's plates where you have partitions on the plate. I said her chicken rice soup was in fact alphabet soup, which she would later try to arrange alphabetically. Big Joe had something more serious to say; that the chicken rice from that stall was unsafe. One of his friends ate from that stall, and later that day, he got hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who was a little slow on the uptake said "Eh I don't see the link leh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol trust Joe to unravel the conspiracy behind TM Food Court chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me... was watching Bulletproof Monk just now. The monk raised a very good question: Why do hot dogs come in packs of ten, while hot dog buns come in packs of eight? At the end of the movie, the answer was that life doesn't always turn out the way you want it to, so just go with it, so you can have your hot dogs, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a different theory. It's a conspiracy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason why hot dogs come in tens and the buns in eight is it is part of a clever, subversive marketing tactic. You see, a significant number of people think in one direction only; in order to make hot dogs, you have to have an equal number of hot dogs and hot dog buns. So when these people go shopping for hot dog ingredients and encounter this predicament of unmatching quantities, they'll be forced to buy four packs of hot dogs and 5 packs of hot dog buns to make it 40 hot dogs and hot dog buns, instead of just one pack each if there were an equal number of hot dogs and hot dog buns per pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This marketing strategy, however, does not work on people who can think laterally, and are hence able to find alternate means of consumption of the remaining two hot dogs, like eat it plain, or in a slice of bread, or give them to your dog. Hell, this is Singapore; you can find hot dogs in the weirdest of places, like in mee goreng. Weird mix, I always felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever come across more conspiracy theories, I'll post them here. I might make another series out of this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115124954879063703?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115124954879063703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115124954879063703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/conspiracy-theories.html' title='Conspiracy Theories'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115091498292873438</id><published>2006-06-22T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T02:43:29.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage Quotes 8</title><content type='html'>Something that was posted in the dumpalink forums that I found rather amusing. It's a flow of posts by different people and, typical of the dumpalink forums, it's totally unrelated to the thread topic (a video of an apparent massaging machine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if my anti-american comments have offended anyone. I don't really hate americans. You see it all started with my childhood........ When I was just a little boy, the mean dirty filthy stinky nazis came and we fought them..... we fought them everywhere..... at the rivers......on the mountains... in our mother's and wives bedrooms....everywhere! They were too strong for us, and then they STOLE ALL OUR BIKES!!!!!! Then the big strong handsome brave American Soldiers came with their big penises CAME and BEAT THE STINKY FILTHY NAZIS AND SAVED ALL OF EUROPE!!!!! Except for one poor little boy, a little boy whose mother was raped by the Germans and pimped out by the Americans. For you see, THAT LITTLE BOY NEVER GOT HIS BIKE BACK!!!! Big strong handsome brave Americans had time to fight war on 4 continents, but could not find one little bike?????????? Damn them, damn them all!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til this day I have not forgiven the Americans for not finding my bike, and turning my mom out......but, mostly for not finding my bike!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are little boys right now in Iraq who have lost thier bikes, and felt just like I did. So, thier anger lives through me as I spend countless hours on dumpalink.com tryin to make this world a better place WHERE ALL THE LITTLE STINGS CAN RIDE THIER BIKES IN GLORIOUS PEACE AND HARMONY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel for you sting i too lost my bike, wasnt in a war but it got stolen by some xxxxgot, but then i found a new mode of transportation its called walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Sting's bike right now and yes Im a American. But if you would like to have Sting's bike. Its for sale on E-bay right now to the highest bidder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sting, STFU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the original poster's reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monkey boy sting sorry for all my evil pleze people of world not hate boy sting i hurt my brain with wank-wank now want saveness for me no hate me i sorry for my bad boy pull peeny all time no can help fault with self see self as scum mom hate little stink for poo play i better now new stink love all not bad no more i go brush remaining tooth and go be good little weenis boy for mum no hate poor sting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about dead brain cells lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115091498292873438?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115091498292873438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115091498292873438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/pwnage-quotes-8.html' title='Pwnage Quotes 8'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115090768536303383</id><published>2006-06-21T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T00:34:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 9</title><content type='html'>God created Paradise in seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only mistake He made was that He gave it to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish SWAT 4 was a little less fast paced. Then I would have time to say stuff like "SAY HELLO TO MY LEETLE FREN" *pumps civillian full of lead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know where I can rent or find Scarface? The Al Pacino version, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Edwin would return me my Nightlife. I'm getting kinda irritated right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just licked a candy wrapper that was smeared in nail polish. Bleeargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My living room is clean! Now as soon as I clear my room I can invite people over again. We can watch the World Cup and play F.E.A.R at 3 in the morning. Heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying's been lousy lately. Didn't do much, and recently I've had too much to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Miss Peh's wake yesterday. Ever had those moments when you feel you should be crying but just can't? Weird thing is I start tearing when I yawn. Some sort of weird way that my body's wired up I guess. Kinda regret not visiting her again when I said I would; felt the same way about Auntie Elsie. Seems that I really do a lot of things I know I'll end up regretting later, like how I'm lazing in front of the com instead of studying, how I didn't approach her when I had the chance, if I EVER had the chance.... I wonder if I'll grow up like Michael Corleone; live out the last bits of my life alone and with a broken will, my last thoughts being all the things I regretted in my life. Hmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that means I'll retire rich. In Sicily! w00t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard this funny thing over the radio just now. A DJ was interviewing Sven-Goran Eriksson, but it's not really him, and they used voice-overs from Gollum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked what he had to say to his team  after their mediocre performance so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sven: "Wake up! Wake up, sillies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I love how Gollum says things like sillies and eyses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody appreciates the Ex-(NS)Men podcast from Mr. Brown. It's really funny if you're familiar with NS culture, which none of the people I hang with are, save for a few NCC and NS guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe SWAT 4 is kinda fun. "Get down on the floor or I'll shoot you with a bean bag gun!" It's so spastic that you HAVE to cuff everyone on the scene, even innocents, cuz you have to be sure and cuz it's protocol. Some civillians are so terrified that there are people pointing guns at them that they don't hear the "Get down on the floor!" you just yelled. Then you have to pop them with a bean bag gun or a pepper ball gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol police brutality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115090768536303383?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115090768536303383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115090768536303383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-thoughts-9.html' title='Random Thoughts 9'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115070993851643336</id><published>2006-06-19T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:47:01.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's always the people that don't deserve it</title><content type='html'>It's not fair. She didn't deserve it. The're so many other rotten people in this world, why her? She was too young, and she wasn't married. It wasn't her time, she didn't have to go. She was doing well, why'd she leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providence is dead. God doesn't intervene no matter how much you pray, no matter how good she was, no matter how many lives she touched. If he wanted to, He could've made her better but he did nothing. I don't wanna blame him for it, but I can't help but see that He could've done something and He didn't. What's His reason for this? What's His explanation? Why couldn't things turn out better? Right from day one this wasn't what she deserved, and no matter what we said or felt, no matter how much I prayed, it still happened. What good can come from this? I know He has a reason for this, but what would that be? What on earth could justify this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I feel anything? I'm shaking, but I don't feel anything else. Is that how I am? I'll have to see her with my own eyes for it to sink in. I promised her many times we'd see her again, and then I clean forgot. Why didn't I do anything sooner? I always take His power for granted. I always think they'll be okie in the end, it's no big deal. They'll be fine, He won't let anything happen. That's how I lost two others, and now it's happened again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would He let this happen? How on earth did she deserve this? She touched so many lives, gave so many people hope, so why does it have to be like that? Why does it have to be now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, I'm still hoping that this was all one mean trick, that Kit was just razzing me, that everyone's gonna laugh at me for posting this, that she's gonna laugh at it when we see her again and they tell her about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I can't type anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115070993851643336?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115070993851643336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115070993851643336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-always-people-that-dont-deserve-it.html' title='It&apos;s always the people that don&apos;t deserve it'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-115037883116852676</id><published>2006-06-15T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:00:06.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typed-out Quiz</title><content type='html'>A quiz Cheryl set me up to do. Weird thing is I actually felt like doing this, and then I happened to see my name there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid blog can't copy and paste... have to type everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;"Lymon, you mind hanging around a few minutes?" Beaumont said.&lt;br /&gt;(Two Trains Running by Andrew Vachss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;Oww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's the last thing you watched on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Global Picnic. Andrea De Cruz is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;2040. It's hard to do that when there's a clock at the bottom right corner of my screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;2048.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;My keyboard, the air con and Kim's griping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Service Learning at the YMCA Childcare Centre near East Spring Sec. Brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what were you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's blog. Which was where I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Slow down, honey, we're not at that stage yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. My FBI T shirt and BV PE shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It was about something rather mundane. Forgot what. Think it was about buying Norma Jean T shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, at the joke we played on Babi and CTK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;Posters. A lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Joakim got through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Joakim got through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;The Da Vinci Code. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;Her?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Hitman: Blood Money and Ghost Recon: Advanced Warfighter&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe my way through university.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe myself out of NS if the law was different.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I love the geek in pink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;...nah, won't say. It's too mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;About as much as I'd love to learn how to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush:&lt;br /&gt;Is a nuculear head hailing from the largest state in America: California. Yup, next to them, Texas is like a booger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;Emma, if there are no objections. I also used to think Cheryl was a nice name, but that was until I met all the Cheryls I know now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;br /&gt;Michael, if there are no objections. I also used to think Joseph was a nice name. Still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;If my prospects there are higher, then I wouldn't mind. Just lemme go with someone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want God to say to you when you reach the Pearly Gates?&lt;br /&gt;"I forgive you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind a "Finally! We've set aside a nice villa for you and your friends! Everyone from TC's waiting for you, quick! Would you like a vodka lime?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that's asking for too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 4 people who must also do this in THEIR journal:&lt;br /&gt;Since the only person who does any questionaire I send her was the one that asked me to do this, I'll leave this open to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-115037883116852676?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115037883116852676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/115037883116852676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/typed-out-quiz.html' title='Typed-out Quiz'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114991607030707488</id><published>2006-06-10T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:17:22.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wait, this has no tur kwa in it." "Yah what, is fishball noodle got no tur kwa what." "But I said I wanted tur kwa." "No, you didn't." "Yes, I did."</title><content type='html'>Now that my com has suddenly decided to start working again after a brief scare of no internet connectivity last night, think I'd better catch up on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday to Thursday was ODAC LTC, and it was fun, and somewhat slack for us (the J2 non-exco members). First day was all the admin stuff, then off to Ubin for land expedition, no part of which came from my proposal. Seems that after Nordin rejected my proposal entirely without batting an eye or flicking through it, Clarence denied having anything to do with it, although he was the one who wanted an urban expedition this year, and then went on to create his own Ubin proposal with his lapdog Mingsong. I couldn't have much part in that either cuz a lot of discussions, plannings and preparations were held during inconvenient times for me. Anyway, we went to Ubin and set the J1s and their group leaders (bless them) on their way, and then Alex, Veron, ZH and me went for cards. Went to eat with Becca and Ying Ying as well (no hor fun). The whole day was spent playing cards, delivering water and marking checkpoints with lightsticks when it got dark. Moved everything to the jetty when it threatened to rain. Hanging out there was fun, and when we had nothing to do, we played card games and the Suaku Game (Jamie kept winning) all night long. And we had fun stealing flags and first aid kits from the teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that when I'm sleeping on a hard surface (like the jetty floor) I tend to put my hands one on top of the other on my chest, like a body in a coffin. Alex said I looked like a dead man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was sea expedition from Changi SSC to Pasir Ris SSC. Not very far. Nordin was a real chee bye kia that day. He refused to let Zilin sit the sea ex out, even though she was only asleep for 1 1/2 hours that night as she was the only one keeping guard over the sleeping J1s from dogs. None of us were happy with him for that, especially since he himself said he would help to keep watch. And because of the weather, they suddenly changed the number of single seater kayaks from six to four, so I had to take a kayak with Volup (not real name) one of the J1 girls. Meng Wee then proceeded to seize every subsequent opportunity to take the mickey out of me. I didn't bring rations with me, so a few others like Chong Xun and Cindy were kind enough to share theirs with me. It's the school's money, anyway. During the stopover at Pasir Ris, Wipes asked me to take his single kayak, cuz he got tired of having to stay up front as expedition leader. So now he got the double kayak with Volup, and MW and I thought we saw a smile on his face. I took over Zhi Hui as last man and I understood what he meant by sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddle. Stop. Paddle. Stop. Watch the laggers go past. Paddle. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sea ex, went home briefly for a very welcome bath, then back to school to help with building the Stamimania structures, which the J1s had to tackle the next day. That night wasn't much, just a lot of scolding. We saw a side of Wipes we never knew existed. He can actually be really fierce. I shook his hand later. We all did. And yet he still comes off likable, cuz he can be a clown sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in the ODAC room that night. Don't even notice the ropey smell now. Clarence sprawled over the couch at the first instant, so I curled up in one of the lounge chairs. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day was Stamimania. Did the Temple Pole, helped to rig harnesses and all that shit. Afternoon was games. Alex, Zhi Hui and I did the Dirty Slope. Really really fun. Had to leave halfway, quick shower, then off to church for the Welcome PnW. Only one new member showed up. Pathetic. So we sang and we shared and we played the guitars. The new guy, Gabriel, mixed rather well with our group. We more or less agreed that Timothy shouldn't be allowed near the guitars (especially the bass) if we ever used the Music Room on subsequent occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back to school. Apparently I missed Nordin coming through with his promise of buying all the J2s bubble tea, cuz that was what everyone was drinking. I was mildly surprised cuz they didn't need recorded evidence of the promise (which was in my phone) to convince him. Maybe they had another source, I dunno. Campfire that night was fun. It was raining so they improvised by shifting it to the audi carpark and made a small campfire out of tealights. Really lame night. Caught a really good shot of Clarence and May's bread kiss, just at the flash from Yue Zhi's cam went on. w00t! The non-exco had a rather hushed bitching session that night while the exco were doing the interviews. Slept in E105 that night, on a bed made of desks. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day was pioneering, so the rest of us didn't have much to do. Played blackjack with Jon, Zhe Wei and later Clarence, but we bet pushups instead of money (standard bet was 5 pushups). Did more than a hundred that day. I dunno why but for most of the day I was really shagged. Slept in the ODAC room for a while. When I woke up they were doing some team games. The end of the camp came soon. We crowned Jimmy as the new Xia Jian President. Still have the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was out, and I went to Macs with Alex, Zhi Hui and Kenneth, discussing scandals and the like, arguing slightly about the new exco. Was glad to get home when I did, cuz I was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda tired of writing this right now. As you can see my language has gone quite elementary. I'm just blogging about this right now cuz I'm pretty sure I'll forget large chunks of it in a few weeks time. And also since this is the third last ODAC activity for us. After this is the handing-over ceremony and then Farewell Night. Shit... better get my speakers and Pokemon cards out of the room before they take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114991607030707488?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114991607030707488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114991607030707488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/wait-this-has-no-tur-kwa-in-it-yah.html' title='&quot;Wait, this has no tur kwa in it.&quot; &quot;Yah what, is fishball noodle got no tur kwa what.&quot; &quot;But I said I wanted tur kwa.&quot; &quot;No, you didn&apos;t.&quot; &quot;Yes, I did.&quot;'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114915796231959371</id><published>2006-06-01T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:15:43.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 8 (Memories and fears)</title><content type='html'>These few days of absolutely nothing to do have got me doing a lot of thinking and reminiscing. I suddenly found myself one evening sifting through my videos folder in search of the old videos from 3E1 and 4E1 and it started to bring back a lot of things, like how much of an idiot I was, and the friends I made there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also started sifting through old chatlogs. I opened one of Alex's (yeah there's more than one for him) and the first convo listed was the one about my reality dating show blog entry last September and how he managed to more or less guess four or five out of the six bachelorettes, which is as high a score as anyone got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that got me reflecting on how my situation's changed. Most of them are almost forgotten. Indeed, I don't make as much effort as I should keeping up correspondence with people. But two of those bachelorettes have been weighing really heavily on my mind these few days. I feel like I'm in that secondary school fiasco again. I'm again starting to wonder if I was too obvious in that blog entry, and if those girls even know it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had more important problems bugging me, like an injured knee or an upcoming squash tourney or a big guitar performance. Why do some of my problems comprise of the ones that my overly imaginative mind makes for itself? Yeah I got some things bugging me down, like I'm still pissed at how my entire land ex proposal got thrown out of the window and that after all that work, not one scrap was going into the new one, and I'm still doing dirty work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I had more real problems to drive all these mundane problems out of my head. I'm buggered down by things I shouldn't be fretting about, but I'm in denial about the big problems that worry everybody. Either that or my fears haven't been placed properly, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this time to think's driving me crazy. When I get out, it's to go to school. Was supposed to watch X-Men with hopefully a few TC people, but now Mel's already seen it, and she was the only one who I knew for sure was game for it, I might just lock myself up in my room all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, then Kim's constant mapling would drive me insane. I'm beginning to get sick of free disease again. I've grown sick of everything. Nothing interests me anymore, and nobody cares. Feeling really useless right now. Been feeling even more so ever since everyone in the room except Jul made me VP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling emo now. Need to think some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114915796231959371?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114915796231959371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114915796231959371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-thoughts-8-memories-and-fears.html' title='Random Thoughts 8 (Memories and fears)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114899358003599920</id><published>2006-05-30T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:44:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 7 (...wha happn???)</title><content type='html'>Well since I have no way of recovering the happenings of the last two undocumented and unblogged months, think I'll just ramble on about some of the things I actually remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my NS medical checkup and they gave me a Pes B. For mild obesity. Well my figure definitely isn't svelte, per se, but I'm not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; big... I'd like to think that all those weeks of training actually burnt more than just my time. Yeah I'm a little overbuilt around the ass, but mild OBESITY sounds like a bit of an exaggeration, or at least a meaner way of putting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting my internet connection up again was hell. Bought a new Linksys router, but the damn setup had to be really complicated. And I absoutely HATE tech support. If they can't solve your problem, they either blame something on your side or refer you somewhere else. And I used to think most companies employed outsourcing for their tech supports and helpdesks because of cheaper labour, but I got transferred to some guy in the States, judging from the communications lag. He asked for my name, and subsequently kept repeating it in whatever he said. "Okie, now what you do, Russell, is..." "Okie, so Russell, have you...." His voice was really really patronizing, and I don't care if he meant it or anything but one thing I absolutely hate is being patronized. Like when older people act all-knowingly and tell me how to do things I already know how to do, and it's almost like they pounce on any opportunity to impart their wisdom for the sake of my learning, even if that opportunity arose simply because I haven't had time to react or do anything in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you just hate it when tech support asks you dumbass questions like "Is your router plugged in?" You'd figured if this dude could recognize a good brand like Linksys enough to buy something of that brand, then he must have at least an ounce of sense, especially sense enough to encounter a technical problem with his purchase well above the likes of unplugged routers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end, when he couldn't diagnose my problem (and referred me to another number) he said something like: "Thank you for calling Linksys Tech Support this has been *his name* serial number *his serial number*..." and something about giving feedback, as though he not only magically fixed my problem, but he also gave me the meaning of life as a goodwill gift. Rrrgh... woould've cussed at him had he not been my only lifeline at that time. But anyway I didn't call them back. Why? Cuz from all the multitude of referrals, I had ammassed a whole bunch of numbers, from phone numbers to addresses, and scrawled them on the whiteboard in my room. Then Kim comes along and wipes them all away so she can write her poems. Nearly had a seizure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of my dad's friend came over and he diagnosed my problem wrongly, saying it was due to a missing PCI driver and recommended a system reformat. I thought it weird that that was the problem, cuz I was sure it was either a hardware problem or the router, and I hadn't messed with my drivers since my last reformat so that missing driver shouldn't be a problem. Besides, if my PCI card reader thingamajig wasn't working, wouldn't that mean my graphics card wouldn't be working too? But I was game to try anything, so after I backed up my system on a removable hard drive, I reformatted my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was during this reformat process that I remembered that the missing driver was the one for the internal modem, and was one i purposely left out cuz I had no use of the internal modem since I had a router. In other words, I reformatted my system for no rhyme of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that's fixed. One of the problems turned out to be an incorrect password I was using. Now Kim's back to hogging the com and pmsing. She does constantly bug me for the Sims 2 back, but Edwin the Fortune God has yet to get it from his grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mel's Regale dance concert at VJ. I very vaguely remembered being at VJ once before for some seminar thingy. Anyway the concert was really really good. Mel's a really different person on stage when she's dancing. For one, she's not as clumsy on stage. Well maybe clumsy isn't the best way to phrase it, but she has this knack of getting into really farcial fixes. The Melissa Phenomenon, I call it. I used to call it a syndrome, but then I got to thinking that calling it a phenomenon would better justify its lack of a cure. So yeah the concert was really really good. So was Mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was Yvonne and Ah Ma's GEM of the night concert at MJ last week. Went down straight after common tests. That was good too, although the animations were a little spastic at times. The Alumni (including Auntie Seow) performed two songs. For the first one, they settled in with their guitars, except for Cheryl, who looked a bit lost, and then located her mike. Big Joe and I both laughed saying that she forgot her guitar and decided to improvise on the spot by just singing. Yeah, she was singing, and Joe turns to me and says "Cheryl can sing?" I think I remember hearing her singing on some previous occasion (ironicaly I think it was the time she was teaching Joe the guitar). Then for the second song, she played the keyboard, and I turn to Joe and I said "Cheryl can play the piano?" He was clueless aboyt this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we both made one key observation: she did anything but played the guitar. And we both laughed ourselves silly at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I overheard this conversation as the alumni was walking out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".... Cheryl.... yah she's very pretty now, saw her in the toilet just now..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yah with her hair down and dyed and all..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*reserved comments*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wish I was in some sort of competitive CCA. Well, TP debates is hopeless; we always get kicked out early, and ODAC hardly sees any sort of competitive sport or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really think of much else, so maybe I'll just wait till something comes about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114899358003599920?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114899358003599920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114899358003599920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-thoughts-7-wha-happn.html' title='Random Thoughts 7 (...wha happn???)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114889694198374143</id><published>2006-05-29T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:02:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAHHH!!</title><content type='html'>And I'm finally back. Finally got my Internet working. I didn't just get tired of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to write for all those weeks, and don't feel like writing anything now. Just got tired of seeing Cheryl SEOW as my latest entry. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing my kao peh blog music to another kao peh song, just as I planned to do before that thunderbolt fried my router (I think that's what happened)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah now lemme enjoy my holidays for a bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114889694198374143?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114889694198374143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114889694198374143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/05/aaahhh.html' title='AAAHHH!!'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114347206797156885</id><published>2006-03-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:07:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheryl SEOW</title><content type='html'>Happy now? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114347206797156885?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114347206797156885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114347206797156885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/03/cheryl-seow.html' title='Cheryl SEOW'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114346948484937456</id><published>2006-03-27T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:24:44.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VS joke</title><content type='html'>This is really funny! Gregory told me this joke during Chinese tutorial (in English). Babi (or Dadi) suspects that it's a VS joke, cuz only VS people would crack jokes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a teacher that posed this question to one of her students:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you measure the height of a tall building using only a barometer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(At this point, Greg poses the same question to me. I think for a while and I answer "Using the barometer, measure the atmospheric pressure at the base of the building and the top of the building. Then, with the density of air in hand, use&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delta P = (delta h)(rheo)(g)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to evaluate delta h, the height of the building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken like a true Singaporean Physics student brainwashed by 11 years worth of methodic procedual thinking. I later double checked this to be technically correct, only that the building has to be really tall for increased accuracy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the student thinks about this for a while and concludes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1. At the top of the building, tie the barometer to a rope or string of infinite length. Lower it over the edge of the building so that the barometer touches the ground floor. Height of the building is the length of the rope plus the height of the barometer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the teacher immediately says that he is wrong and gives the student another chance. The student thinks for a longer while and the teacher inquires why he's taking so long. He says "I've thoought of a few more methods, but none of them are as good as the first one." So the teacher asks to hear them, and he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2. At the top of the building, drop the barometer off the edge and record the time it takes to hit the floor. Then derive the height using the formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s = ut + 1/2at^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the central stairwell of the building, prop the barometer against the edge of the wall and make a mark on the wall at the top of the barometer. Bring the barometer up so that the base touches the previous mark and make a new mark at the top. Repeat until you get to the roof and multiply the number of marks by the height of the barometer to obtain the building height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Measure the height of the barometer, h, and the length of its shadow, l. Measure the length of the building's shadow and multiply that by the ratio h/l to get the building height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. (the most creative one) Find the building janitor and tell him "If you tell me the height of this building, I'll give you this barometer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my ass off. This is going to be a Singapore school urban ledend along with the JC lightbulbs joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114346948484937456?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114346948484937456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114346948484937456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/03/vs-joke_27.html' title='VS joke'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114346777202954830</id><published>2006-03-27T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T21:56:12.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for lashing out during the meeting</title><content type='html'>My school had a free screening of Crash last Thursday. FREE, and yet only seven people (Takfik and myself included) showed up for it at the LT. Probably because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It wasn't advertised enough&lt;br /&gt;2. The only thing that some people bothered to know about Crash is that the Oscar people liked it better than the gay movie&lt;br /&gt;3. The pother people didn't bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised. It's free and yet people aren't abusing that fact. New age Singaporeans, with the same old ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash was a good movie, a keep-you-on-tenterhooks kind of movie, the kind of movie that makes you go "Oh, fuck..." Great for a mediocre budget film, and it's got a message. It's rather racially driven and cleverly interwoven, cuz it's a few storylines melded into one film. And according to official resources, it's the most expletive Oscar winner or something like that. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Track and Field heats, and one of the unavoidable events for all of us is the 12x100m relay. There were 13 of us, but Eugene had to sit out due to an injury. So they put me for 9th runner. Charles was first. Maybe we should've put someone good as first. Well we were last, but I can safely say that it was in no way my fault. We were last by our fourth runner, who ironically was Alex, the guy that did his shuttle run in 9 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out last Saturday with Joshua and Jeremy, but got cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the OLPS Youth Mass with Dhana later that day. Really fun. Youth masses in Holy Trin are dead. And only the youth ministry go. Wanna go to the next one. After that we walked to Georges for a bit of food and drinks. I suddenly remembered how I didn't take too well to burbon coke, but it was still okie. Would've stayed longer if I didn't have to catch the last bus. Walked through Dhana's old neighbourhood to the bus stop and he was giving me a guided tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah that's where I used to live... helped my dad paint those walls... that guy's from China... house is full of dragons... that guy's a doctor... that guy, all his kids are teachers... that's where Sherlyn lives..." It's fun hanging out with him. Always have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late for mass on Sunday, but considering I went the other day, I could've slept in. Was feeling sick. But there was a meeting so I went along. Was supposed to go studying after the meeting but I forgot my stuff, so I went home after mass to grab my things. Waited for the bus for 20 25 minutes. Nearly every other bus came at least once, some twice, and all the five buses I could take all took a fucking long time. Really annoyed. I'm easily annoyed these days. Sorry if I take it out on anyone. Meeting was okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit now I remember I have homework from the meeting. That on top of a shitload of work I have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting was okie. Later went to Mel's house with Jul, Iggy and long lost Yvonne to study. Got a lot of work done. Did a whole chapter. That's a lot compared to the things we do every study session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt fucking weird the entire day. Slacking in the ODAC room after school is fun, especially if you have nice people to talk to, like Zhi Hui, Zhe Wei and Xin Yuan, who I forgot to mention joined my class along with Derwin (?) to retake his As. Talking cock about anything, especially about people in the school and ODAC is always fun and sometimes insightful. Went for the engineering talk later. Really interesting. Lecturer was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say now, except that I'm in the "don't feel like doing anything" mood right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114346777202954830?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114346777202954830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114346777202954830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-for-lashing-out-during-meeting.html' title='Sorry for lashing out during the meeting'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114286386934634263</id><published>2006-03-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:18:23.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Log</title><content type='html'>I initially had the plan to blog about the entire one week holiday in a single entry, as I'm doing now, but now I realise that it's a dumb idea, cuz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's a lot to blog. I'll either have to write a lot or compress a lot.&lt;br /&gt;2. I would've forgotten part of the week by now (which I have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ah well, since I'm here already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (as in the previous Sunday): Bike training, I think. Wah lau... fitness really dropped like hell. Family left for Malaysia, but I had to stay behind, cuz of ODAC and stuff, and that's the real holiday for me: 3 days of the house to myself. Peace and quiet. After church, went to Mel's house to study with Iggy, Jul and now Edwin. Bugger quit JC, so dunno what he was doing there. As always, we didn't get much studying done. Actually, the last time at BK we got a bit done, or at least I did, but now most of what we did was sit around and talk, and discuss GP, and maybe read essays. Halfway through I attempted to help Mel clear up her com; it was chock full of spyware. So I went about my business, as I've done on so many occasions with my com, and then her com just crashed on me. I still feel guilty about it, although she keeps telling me that it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, we started to lose focus, especially after I found out that Mel has Roald Dahl's Omnibus. Last time I read that book was at Kit's house dunno how many donkey years back. SO I got engrossed in it soon enough. Only read one of the chapters, though. Some might know which one. Another book I got engrossed in was the Who Wants To Be A Millionaire book. So much so that we took it along with us when we went over to my house. Edwin started farting in Mel's room (twice, and once in her bathroom). I dunno why I consented for them to come over, cuz Edwin would start bombing my room, and cuz the place was all over the... place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's the good thing when my parents are out of town; people can come over, if they can stand the mess. Iggy left Mel's house earlier, and then we all walked to my place, with the Millionaire book. We did nothing but slack at my house, and read the Millionaire book. And plat the Sims 2. They had this weird but fun idea to recreate the entire TC gang, and so we did. Part of it anyway. Did the rest later. But not before Edwin made a separate family for Cheryl, Desmond and Ben and decided to kill them all. They didn't save the game so I had to finish them off again. "Cheryl" survived the fire, so I let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm blogging about a video game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Went to Ubin with Alex and Mingsong to scout for ODAC activity. Bike still out of service, so went to rent one. Rrrgh should've just ridden my bike with one pedal hanging. Biking took up most of our time, and we found some nice places that hopefully we can take the J1s to. Poor Song had a fall down the slope, so we went to my place to treat his cut. He actually wanted to call Jamie, but she was out. Some first aider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got pangsehed later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Forgot what I did in the morning. Afternoon, Jul came over to study, but as usual we didn't get anything done. We never get much done when we go to someone's house. Ended up playing Sims again. Mel and Victor came later. Victor was so obsessed with the game and with furnishing "his home". So he did his house, Jul and I watched him, and Mel plonked on my room couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through we had to leave for church, where Cheryl called for an emergency meeting. David and Victoria were there. Did I forget anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went to get dinner at curcular market, where we met Iggy and then went to my house. Again. Victor can't get enough of the Sims. He's obsessed now. Think he might get it soon. Oh yeah Mel likes to mix her coleslaw and her whipped potatoes together. Cool lol. Haven't done that in ages till that night. So we just sat around playing Sims and crapping. Need to start practising guitar again. Cheryl asked me to play something and I couldn't. So malu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Family came back from Malaysia. Can't remember much else, except couldn't go for soccer with KX cuz of a splitting headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: I think I went to Simpang with Dinesh, Karthik and Dhana. No wait was that Monday? Aargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Sunday: 2 star kayaking course at Changi Sea Sports club. Quite fun. Kayaked from Changi to Pasir Ris on Sat and went to Downtown East BK for lunch. Quite packed everyday, so couldn't even go to church, but it was worth it. Can use spray deck now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly remembered I was supposed to go to the Star Wars convention with Joshua and Jeremy, but I was so busy I totally forgot about it. Die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114286386934634263?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114286386934634263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114286386934634263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/03/holiday-log.html' title='Holiday Log'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114200545771339625</id><published>2006-03-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:44:17.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday morning walks from the stadium to the canteen</title><content type='html'>Rrrgh need to blog for 2 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's beginning to obsess over Maplestory now. She's literally glued to it, and it takes a lot of time to coax her to get off the com, or wait for her. I'm beinning to see why Jul's sister resorted to forcing her to uninstall Maple from her com in front of her, although if I did that, it would also mean that I can't play. Rrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a screwed up one. Three tests, and no confidence in anyone of the three, even GP. I made Taoism sound like Satanism, and it's not like it was an essay or anything. It was a bloody AQ, and considering I have the parameters of the two passages to work with, I dunno how I did what I did. Bad headache during the test too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous week I had that rugby accident with Sean that gave me a black eye. Now, one week after that, Sean was absent, but I still had an accident. This time, I sprained my ankle while tackling Babi. Hobbling the rest of the day, until evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wasn't in a very good mood for the entire week, more or less, and that included Friday night and Saturday when we had that youth mass. I'm starting to regret being short with or withdrawn from everyone in a sense that day. It was fun, just that I wasn't in a "Let's have fun" mood, more of a "I need to sit quietly at the grotto and mull things over" mood. Forgot what we did after the mass on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was studying with Jul, Mel and Iggy, after being stood up by Big Joe. Went to Downtown East BK to study. I was so proud of myself when I could do Jul's thermodynamics questions! Worked there for a bit (Kim popped by for a while to do absolutely nothing) and then we went to Jul's house to study some more. And then we ended up slacking, eating pizza, playing Maple (on Jul's com it's like watching a slideshow) and playing mahjong (Iggy n00b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, took MC from school cuz I felt too sian to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, ate pizza again, at Ah Boy's house to commemorate Pui Kia's birthday. Ate while watching One More Chance. Nice show. After that rushed back to school for ODAC. Helped to build a structure for the CCA Selection the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still no chance to hang around for selection on Wed. Was there for a few minutes. I tried to write my name on the sign up list again, but this time Jamie caught me. During the first Orientation, I purposely wrote my name in the sign up list to see if anyone would notice. Apparently, nobody did, and a few days later I got a call in the dead of the night from Jamie, who referred to herself as "Jamie from ODAC" and told me to come down for the first meeting. I was a it thrown at first, but then I remembered what I did and I told her who I was. Blur lah. Tried to do the same thing at the debate booth, but Yasmeen saw my name later and struck it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Learning Journeys at the Art Museum. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Arsenal booted Real Madrid out of the European Cup by aggregate, so I hypothesized that Nordin would be in a relatively good mood, and to prove my point, I skipped his training that day. Sure enough, he didn't say anything today, although Rozie says it might be because the Year 1 Soccer boys had an exhibition match with the Year 3s and he totally forgot about us. The point is I didn't get into trouble. Today everyone, 05S15 guys included, bore witness to a testament of Sean's true power, when he took the ball and pushed past four opponents and floored the fifth by merely running into him. He ran into I forgot who and he just stood there for a while looking at the poor dude winded on the floor, and then he went to touchdown. I think now my accident has been justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's rugby wasn't bad. Didn't get injured, partially due to the fact that I was on Sean's team and KC wasn't playing, but I had fun today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was asked to mention someone in this entry so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114200545771339625?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114200545771339625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114200545771339625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-morning-walks-from-stadium-to.html' title='Friday morning walks from the stadium to the canteen'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114200260046080607</id><published>2006-03-10T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:51:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage Quotes 7</title><content type='html'>Miss Yap suddenly approaches me during GP last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yap: Yes, Russell! What was your famous last name?&lt;br /&gt;Russ: Er... Chander.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Yes Chander. Do you know your surename is famous?&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah, because of you lah! (in reference to the time she had Varella call me out for sleeping in front of LT1, when I wasn't even sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;Y: No do you know your name is a famous road? Named after your grandfather or something?&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah that's why I jaywalk there all the time, cuz its my grandfather's road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Ng was asking if anybody wanted to go for the career fair during Civics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng: So ni men yao qu mah? (So does anybody wanna go?)&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy: Mai (Don't want)&lt;br /&gt;Ng: Okie mai (Okie, nobody wants)&lt;br /&gt;Chingx: Huh yao mai shen me? (Huh we have to buy something?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Chou was the first scheming babi, and Alex has been the second one ever since we caught him charging his handphone in the ODAC Room. Now our third scheming babi is Justin, as proven today before Maths lecture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KC: You know our canteen chicken rice isn't bad. Outside shop jia fan (add rice) is 20 cents, but here jia fan is free.&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Then you ask the auntie "Ji fan without the fan duo shao?" (How much is chicken rice without the rice) So say it's 80 cents. Then you jia fan lah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114200260046080607?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114200260046080607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114200260046080607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/03/pwnage-quotes-7.html' title='Pwnage Quotes 7'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114096963497043161</id><published>2006-02-26T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:14:06.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had Ribena just now and it was good</title><content type='html'>Blog ah! Before I forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why it's taken me so long to reach post 100 but here I am, and I feel si peh tu lan. I just feel really uber sian these few days. It's not that everything is going wrong, it's not to that extreme. It's just that I'm beginning to grow sick of everything. Everything is so routine and pointless. It's like I'm never gonna pull my grades up, I'm never gonna pass my NAPFA, I'm never gonna get to NUS, I'm bever gonna be a guitarist or a drummer, I'm never gonna be a pilot, I'm never gonna find that special someone, I'm never gonna make a name for myself or be remembered... It's like I'm just going through each day cuz I have to, until something big happens, like a war or the Apocalypse, and everything we have won't mean scrap. I have this feeling that I'm gonna do something really big with my life, but I don't see that happening soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about my week....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela Quek knows my name already. Twice I ran into her this week and twice she said hi to me using my name. She was my GP tutor for a week, when we had that elective GP topic thing for politics, which meant that I couldn't've been in more than 5 periods of her lessons, and she already knows me. Must be from all that debating during GP. And the funny thing is that she's been HK's choir teacher for almost a year now and she can't get his name down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Hui had a sore throat some time this week. Ran into him in the D block second floor bathrooms where he asked me for something of his that I had. It was of a sensitive nature, in a sense, so when he whispered to me, I replied him in whisper. So we were having a hushed conversation in the gents, and then I realised that Zhi Hui wouldn't bother if other people heard what we were talking about, and then I realised that he was whispering because of his bad throat. Rrrrgh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No soccer on Thursday. Poor Ah Bush was waiting with me in the library till 4, then I went to Nordin for training and he went to the basketball pitch to find nobody there. So he waited and waited until he couldn't take it and went back himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah we saw a J1 from River Valley in the library. Waht's an RV student doing here? RV is damn far lah... poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick loaded the NYP video to his N70. At least I think it's an N70. Kinda lost touch. *shall not say who* was watching it before flag raising on Friday when Elizabeth went up to him to ask him something. That's when he quickly scrabbled to hide the video. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is so screwed lah. "Tammy" I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was damn suay. I think quite a few people knew what happened, especially I was walking from the stadium to the canteen with an ice pack on my eye. When BV people asked me what happened, I simply said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rugby. Sean Tay." Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, in detail... SPE for this term is rugby, so after 6 laps (which I felt good about cuz I could feel that my running was improving), we got into teams. Nordin called us Liverpool and forgot what other team, and I asked why not Chelsea cuz that's his favourite team. That was a mistake on my part so people corrected me and said his favourite team was Arsenal, to which he replied "Ok don't talk already." That's Nordin for you; you can tell his mood by how Arsenal played for their last game. I thought it was Chelsea cuz I thought the rumours were true that he jumped on the bandwagon, especially since Arsenal isn't doing that well now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. Simply put, this is how the game went: Kick off. Rozie grabs the ball. Taps. Looks left, looks right. Passes to Sean. Sean rushes. I rush to tackle. I rushed wrongly. Thud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake told me later that he could actually hear the thud when we crashed, and he was a few metres off. I don't remember much, except that I lost focus for a few seconds and nearly blacked out. My head collided into his and his right knee went into my left thigh. So I fell backwards and was griping in pain on the floor, while everyone panickedly rushed around me. I could focus after a bit and was partially aware of the things around me, which was why it hurt so bad. Everyone was at the least panicked, until I started laughing. Dammit, I'm still laughing now as I'm typing this. It's so freaking funny, and it would be funnier if it wasn't me and I wasn't so embarrassed. 10 seconds into the game and I was incapacitated already. So I hobbled off to the stands and HK got me some ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full log of my injuries: a swollen and black right eye, felt winded and concussed a bit, had a pain in my left leg that felt like a knife, and later a bad back, felt nauseous, bruising spread under my eye where I think I burst a vein. In my right eye. Cashvin or Kim was telling me today that it looked bloodshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full log of Sean's injuries: he burst a pimple from the impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you were expecting more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team drew with them, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah walked around with an ice pack to my eye for about an hour. And I don't blame Sean for this. Actually it's more of my fault. But still I was walking around school with an ice pack to my eye and a tu lan look on my face, and people just looked at me and that was it, as though they didn't dare ask me what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt really lousy the rest of the day, especially my back and my thigh, so couldn't go ice skating with the class. That's another class outing I missed. Dammit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, met Dhana and Karthik at Simpang Bedok. Now HB is gonna tell me how last week's training has gone down the drain cuz I had prata. Well it was worth it. Hadn't seen them for a while, although I still wasn't in the best of moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Teens Connect had a meeting that I almost didn't know about. It was fun. Kinda got me out of the mood I was in, although I was still feeling a bit lousy. Auntie Cheryl kept asking me if I was okie, and that kinda got me guilty about pulling a face, so tried to lighten up a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I figure out how to proceed from here, although right now, I'm really stuck in a rut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114096963497043161?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114096963497043161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114096963497043161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-had-ribena-just-now-and-it-was-good.html' title='I had Ribena just now and it was good'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114035998106104508</id><published>2006-02-19T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:08:58.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thougts 6</title><content type='html'>Okie I'll update, Cheryl, thank you. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally get to use the com for a substantial amount of time for the first time this weekend. Kim's been hogging the com cuz she tio the Maple disease. Wah die ah! Can't use the com as much as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPA was HORRIBLE! Just horrible. Especially Physics. Don't really wanna talk about it. But it was horrible. Hoorritz! Disgustingly hoorritz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really tired this week. Been doing all forms of physical stuff this week. Started gymming regiment. Now I'm gaining weight from muscle mass. Not very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock climbing with ODAC and rugby for SPE on Friday. Managed to climb with my long nails, but I think I'm gonna cut them soon. My climbing's getting better. In sec school, I couldn't get off the ground. Last year, I made it to the 2nd square over the red line, meaning 5 squares. Now I'm at 7 squares over the line. Wheeee! Rugby is intense, especially if you're playing with Sean Tay, and even more so if you're playing &lt;em&gt;against&lt;/em&gt; him, which was what I had to do. When he tackled me, I was winded and he held me in a vicegrip utill I keeled over. When I tackled him, he dragged me along. Scary shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer with TAF people and a few non-TAF people (like Zhi Hui) on Thursday. I'm getting better I think lol. Woohoo! I'm so psyched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's is selling milkshakes again! For the first time in 10 years or so. Bought some today. Very nostalgic, used to love it when I was a small kid until they took it away, which left me feeling very scandalised. But now it's back! Yess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... my hands are still red from the red eggs I ate this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching Catch Me If You Can just now. Nice show. Proof that people should be given a second chance in certain cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blog music, btw. Aquarius by Within Temptation. I'm beginning to like symphonic metal, ever since Dinesh introed this band to me. Initially I felt like putting something heavier on my blog, but maybe another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voctoria told me yesterday that her friend told her that Cheeky Monkeys closed down recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Praise and Worship yesterday. I'm beginning to get annoyed by the awkward silences during sharing when nobody has anything to say. It's so spastic. But not as spastic as when Auntie Cheryl suggested we do the friendship dance. We call her Auntie Cheryl cuz that's what her Sunday School students call her, even though she's only turning 19 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, that &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; kinda old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well PnW was still fun, and nice. New member Alphonsus. I keep seeing new members, and not enough of the older ones. Hope we can hang onto everyone. Just occurred to me that I didn't see Celeste yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days when the gang would just hang after mass every Sunday. Miss the pool games at Pavillion, and the speed pool thing that Cheryl or Mel came up with. People like Big Joe, Yvonne are eternally busy, and people like Dhana and Desmond are eternally missing. It's really, for a lack of a better word, sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to pull everything together soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post 100 coming up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114035998106104508?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114035998106104508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114035998106104508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-thougts-6.html' title='Random Thougts 6'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-114035791337456083</id><published>2006-02-19T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:05:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage Quotes 6 (Science Teachers)</title><content type='html'>This happened during a Chem lecture. Forgot the actual transcript, but I found it on Yongquan's blog. Hope he doesn't mind. Thanks ah Ah Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Boy: wah kao! cher! our SPA only 1 hour lor! they they got extra 10 mins!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee: their's is physics! you never ask properly then you kao bei...&lt;br /&gt;Someone: cher! what did you say?&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee: i say their SPA is physics, not chemistry...&lt;br /&gt;Someone: BEFORE THAT&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee: what did i say?&lt;br /&gt;Someone: KAO BEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the liberty of recording the following during one Physics lesson earlier this week. This shows how dumb Mr. Liew's lessons can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liew: My daughter is in MEP - Music Elective Programme.&lt;br /&gt;Tak Shing: Wah I thought Malay Elective Programme sia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Liew has caught the "Wincent Lee" disease. His daughter plays the violin, and while he was on the topic, he said "Wanessa Mae"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Wah your daughter play wiolin ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later during the lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Cher I go toilet&lt;br /&gt;Liew: Okie I follow you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-114035791337456083?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114035791337456083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/114035791337456083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/02/pwnage-quotes-6-science-teachers.html' title='Pwnage Quotes 6 (Science Teachers)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113932024541483999</id><published>2006-02-07T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:50:45.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Custom Made Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>Dinesh tagged me to do this. I think I started something. Now he's gonna tag me whenever he has stuff like this to do. Lol kidding... usually I enjoy doing them, but now it's just a matter of what to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.Need to mention the sex of the target.Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp; leave a comment on their page saying they have been tagged.If tagged the 2nd time, theres no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target: Female. Duh... did I even have to mention this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, looks aren't everything, but for me, they still make up a lot of the first impression. Naturally speaking, I like hot girls, but not necessarily some people's definition of hot. For some people, chio means tua neh bu, and tua neh bu means chio. I don't need a girl of Pamela Anderson proportions. If I were to make a comparison, my ideal girl would have an Emma Watson-like figure. Or Kaley Cuoco. Fine, more to Emma Watson. *dreams on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a thing for long hair, so I guess my perfect lover would have hair at least to their shoulders or shoulder blades. Of course, there are people who make the short hair deal look good, like Cheryl Miles. I usually don't like it when girls bun up their hair, but then again, it's all about whether she makes it look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Optional. My ideal girl would have red hair (any shade) and bright green eyes, but as they say, you can't have everything, and in Singapore, especially in a place like TPJC, you take what you can get. Next...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My ideal girl would be intelligible and intruiging on a conversational level. I don't necessarily have to discuss nuclear physics with her (actually I would like our conversations to be a break for me from any sort of physics) but I would hope her sentences are at least full and not injected with "bao bei dear"s and the like. I like girls who are slightly more on the talkative side, but not too much, usually because I don't always have something to say. Sometimes I appear to ignore people because I have nothing to say to them at the moment. I can find very few people that can are on the same wavelength as me. People like Dhana are, bless him. So yeah... don't like silent girls that mercilessly leave you with a stony silence between the two of you when you don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My ideal girl would be open minded. I could never imagine myself with a "procreational sex only" sort of girl for the rest of my life. I'll go crazy. Sounds a bit bad, but yeah that's me. I don't feel good approaching girls whom I know to be innocent, cuz I might end up corrupting them, or we may never click and she'll just pack her stuff and leave. Then again, I wouldn't want a wild horse that's totally on the loose, like that NYJC girl that randomly added me on MSN and asked me for cybersex. Just a bit of naughty to get you by will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Well, this may sound a bit demanding, but my ideal girl would have at least a general appreciation for rock music in general. I'll probably strangle myself if I was left alone on an island with a boyband-Mandopop-J pop only girl. Well I do like certain Mandopop acts, but not in excessive amounts. Rock music is in my blood, and nothing's gonna change that. I believe that a person's musical preferences speaks volulmes of him, and it's something he should dtay true to for the rest of his life, no matter what. Which brings me to my next point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My ideal girl would love me for who I am, and vice versa. Our relationship must be like that, in general. I've seen people who change DRASTICALY when they get attached, and sometimes I get the feeling that it's the physical attraction that drives them to make something out of the relationship from nothing, even if it means changing who you are. Screw that. I won't declare that I won't change one bit, but I'm confident when I say that there are things about me that getting a girl will never change, like my religion and my musical preferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This may sound like a very sweeping, and rather offensive remark, but I assure you, no harm intended. There are a lot of Chinese girls that I find attractive, but I wouldn't go out with a Cheena girl, if you know what I mean. My ideal girl would be Eurasian or, if I daresay, Western, or Westernised-Asian. Only then would or cultures and backgrounds put us on the same wavelength, roughly. And preferably a Catholic. I really wouldn't mind marrying out of my religion, given certain circumstances, but it's just a big mess when it comes to out children and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really dunno who to tag. I know tao kias like Alex and Jaslyn won't do this so I won't bother. Let's see.... hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;2. Melissa&lt;br /&gt;3. Ah Bush&lt;br /&gt;4. .... whoever wants to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, you people aren't any fun. This is what I mean by same wavelength. Rrrgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113932024541483999?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113932024541483999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113932024541483999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/02/custom-made-girlfriend.html' title='Custom Made Girlfriend'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113924061796892010</id><published>2006-02-06T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T23:43:38.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your friends close</title><content type='html'>It's been a week, so I should blog about it now. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday was Kit's 18th birthday. Nice party. Cycled there with a bag of chips as a present. A bit cheap, I know, but he said bring snacks or dessert, and seeing as how there was a large influx of desserts, he should be happy that at least someone brought chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was a good chance to reunite with old faces, like Regina, Chun Tat and Wei Xuan, and maybe Shirley, but didn't talk to her much. Used to know her from SHPS Drama Club, if I remember correctly, and I hope I do. Met new people too, most of which whose names I've regretfully forgotten. And everyone was having fun with Rusty, Kit's dog, and the poor soul whom he was named after (I'm sure you can guess) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the whole time it was eating (the food was substantially less burnt when Wei Kheam took a break from cooking), drinking (18, but no beer in sight), talking (a lot of catching up and gossipping up to do, especially about how Kit has grown up and all), and dai dee and mahjong (didn't win a single hand... rrrgh). Dunno what he got mostly, but do know that Sean and Regina got him a pack of condoms (orange flavoured I think). Gotta ask him if he's used them yet. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth much else to say, though. Missed being in his house. Should hang with him one of these days. Haven't made much of an effort to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, met Josh at TM foodcourt on Sunday, when I went out with a few TC people for a short while, which all the more made me feel even more guilty for not contacting him during the holidays. Well hopefully the plan to go see the Star Wars exhibit during the March holidays pulls through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrgh missed Desmond's water polo match, all because we had visiting at Uncle Peter's house. Have to make it up to him big time this coming Sunday. We all (the TC gang) do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113924061796892010?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113924061796892010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113924061796892010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/02/keep-your-friends-close.html' title='Keep your friends close'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113889697216819310</id><published>2006-02-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T00:16:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Street</title><content type='html'>Hong Kuang and I were discussing during Maths today (of all things) Sesame Street, and our train of thought originated from &lt;a href="http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=2733"&gt;this clip&lt;/a&gt; on the Kontraband site from Family Guy of Cookie Monster in rehab for his cookie addiction. So we discussed and surmised that majority of the non-human residents of Sesame Street have some sort of physical/mental/psychological disability, so I shall list out their ailments as best as I can remember them as how we discussed it this morning, plus a few I thought of just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cookie Monster needs rehab for his cookie addiction&lt;br /&gt;- Big Bird has to undergo psychiatrical treatment for his paedophilia, for the sake of the poor Birdketeers&lt;br /&gt;- Grover needs help for his schizophrenia. That Super Grover persona isn't healthy&lt;br /&gt;- Snuffy might require a bit of liposuction&lt;br /&gt;- Oscar needs anger management&lt;br /&gt;- Ernie needs a decrease in his dependency on his rubber duckie&lt;br /&gt;- Bert should undergo counselling for hos obsessive compulsive disorder&lt;br /&gt;- Elmo needs a BIG reality check in order to realise that his life shouldn't revolve around merely his goldfish and his crayons and random appearances by Mr. Noodle in his window&lt;br /&gt;- Baby Bear desperately need phonetics lessons so he can stop saying powidge&lt;br /&gt;- Telly needs to cut down on his caffiene to reduce his nervousness&lt;br /&gt;- Zoe needs to fix her bad throat so she can laugh normally and not sound like she's trying to expel a hairball&lt;br /&gt;- Mumford the magician needs private magic tuition to fix his slipshod acts. And he needs a magic dictionary, so he can use another incantation other than "A-la-peanut-butter-sandwiches"&lt;br /&gt;- Forgetful Jones should go for a memory enhancing seminar... if he can remember it&lt;br /&gt;- Fat Blue, the guy that always bitches at the restaurants where Grover works and always runs into him, should really learn to cook himself and eat at home&lt;br /&gt;- The Count needs to undergo rehab for his counting addiction&lt;br /&gt;- Benny Rabbit the bell hop should get his front teeth fixed after all that teeth grinding&lt;br /&gt;- Barkley the dog needs a haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think of more, please tell me. I wanna expand on this list... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113889697216819310?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113889697216819310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113889697216819310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/02/psycho-street.html' title='Psycho Street'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113881155419103336</id><published>2006-02-02T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T00:43:51.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage quotes 5 (JC speek)</title><content type='html'>During a Physics lecture a few days back, the lecturer said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the term for strength of a gravitatonal field is gravitational field strength, and the term for strength of an electric field is electric field strength. So that means that the term for strength of a magnetic field is... yes, magnetic flux density."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, while Zhi Hui, Alex and I were slacking in the ODAC room between lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Eh what's the next period ah?&lt;br /&gt;R: Er... Chem lecture.&lt;br /&gt;A: Wah sian leh don't feel like going...&lt;br /&gt;Z: Yeah lah... eh wait this Chem lecture must go eh.&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh yeah... what are they doing now ah? Kinetics ah?&lt;br /&gt;A: Eh... this is Chemistry...Chem where got kinetics?&lt;br /&gt;R: CHEMICAL kinetics lah!&lt;br /&gt;A: ... oh yah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, during Maths lecture, I was trying to concentrate, but I had quite a bit on my mind after all that talking the three of us did in the room. Alex beside me on cue slips into a sleeping position, but for a second blearily looks up at me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Don't follow me.&lt;br /&gt;Russell: ... sound advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampines JC has this thing for inarticulate teachers. So many helicopters, like that teacher, forgot the name, and her "Chicken MacNarrgerrts".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Vincent "SeWen EleWen" Lee will always be our Blue Thunder. "Ok the Sea Sports CarniWal will begin at eleWen o'clock... I am glad to announce that our Wolleyball team has done Wely well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a new contender has arisen, the Chem lecturer, Ms or Mrs Khoo. During a pause in her lecture, some guy at the back started whistling audibly for the whole LT to hear. When the LT stopped laughing, she said something to the effect of:"Will the boy behing stop whizzling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113881155419103336?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113881155419103336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113881155419103336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/02/pwnage-quotes-5-jc-speek.html' title='Pwnage quotes 5 (JC speek)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113855907550440551</id><published>2006-01-30T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:24:35.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 5 (CNY)</title><content type='html'>This year's New Year's haul... not as big as last year's, but I'm not complaining. I'm still happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I made money at blackjack today. Bernadine is a wicked dealer... keeps coming out with 20s. I had 4 blackjacks today... so cool! Money reserves were like a cosine graph today during the game, but I ended with a profit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing Taboo with the Chua cousins today. It's like verbal Pictionary, but every work has a few taboo word you can't mention when describing it. I kept referring to 'car' as 'Dad's Honda Odyssey'. So spastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy Jackson is a dumb fuck. There's that contestant on American Idol who was screaming a la Serj Tankian, and he makes fun of him by squaking like a chicken with a sore throat. He's supposed to be some big shot in the music industry, but he doesn't even know heavy metal screaming when he hears it. It's not what American Idol is looking for, but that wasn't what the guy deserved as a response. Heavy metal is music too. Fat fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's up with me again. I'm becoming increasingly edgy and touchy, I hardly find the reason or energy to be happy for more than 10 minutes at a time, my anger is showing itself, I don't feel like doing anything anymore, and I have this weird feeling that I'm being followed by Paul McCartney's ghost. Friggin' weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113855907550440551?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113855907550440551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113855907550440551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-thoughts-5-cny.html' title='Random Thoughts 5 (CNY)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113834164618451684</id><published>2006-01-27T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:44:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 4</title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish you never told me how close I was to making the cut, because I dunno whether to believe you, and either way it makes me even more jealous when I see the whole group of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much better can a guy get at cycling in a month?&lt;br /&gt;How much better can he get at the guitar and drums?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to second guess myself, but now I've lost count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like dikit barat... it's really nice. Why don't people appreciate other cultures and mock them instead? I pity those around me that fail to appreciate them, and I scorn at those that fail to respect them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not racist. I know a lot of Malay guys, I think they're cool, and there's a distinct difference between a Malay guy and a maat. Like there's a difference between a black guy and a nigger. I can't stand people that bad mouth black people or Jews, but have never met one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to collect my protection money. Hope I have enough for a hard disk AND a graphics card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a thing for long, red hair and green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be taking drumming lessons from Dadi, Aaron or Karthik? Saw Aaron at church last week. Like his new hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113834164618451684?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113834164618451684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113834164618451684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/01/random-thoughts-4.html' title='Random Thoughts 4'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113812344662565241</id><published>2006-01-25T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:04:23.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes I found at Din's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="350" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1110081242Christianity_turquoise-white.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Christianity&lt;/b&gt;. Your views are most similar to those of Christianity. Do more research on Christianity and possibly consider being baptized and accepting Jesus, if you aren't already Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity is the second of the Abrahamic faiths; it follows Judaism and is followed by Islam. It differs in its belief of Jesus, as not a prophet nor historical figure, but as God in human form. The Holy Trinity is the concept that God takes three forms: the Father, the Son (Jesus), and the Holy Ghost (sometimes called Holy Spirit). Jesus taught the idea of instead of seeking revenge, one should love his or her neighbors and enemies. Christians believe that Jesus died on the cross to save humankind and forgive people's sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Christianity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Buddhism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="71" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;71%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;agnosticism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Satanism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="54" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;54%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Judaism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hinduism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Paganism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;atheism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="33" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10907"&gt;Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.quizfarm.com/1104014769loner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.quizfarm.com/1104014769loner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Loner&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Loner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="81" bgcolor="#dddddd" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/01/quizzes-i-found-at-dins-blog.html' title='Quizzes I found at Din&apos;s blog'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113794727506739202</id><published>2006-01-23T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T02:00:09.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week joke</title><content type='html'>I might as well blog now and get it over with. I've been putting off blogging these few days, partially because I just seem to be so busy these few days, even more so than I initially expected. It's weird, cuz my class is one of the luckiest in the school. 3 subject combi and on the average we end each day between 1250 and 1330, except for Thursday when we end at 4. Although it seems to me that now with debates, ODAC and training all rolled in together, the only early day I get is Monday, and maybe some Fridays. Oh die I just realised Wednesday's training clashes with ODAC. Aaaahhh!!! I'm gonna have to sort that one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have enough time to cycle or practice the guitar now. I was supposed to be on this cycling regime, but my schedule is so unpredictable that it's hard to get anything confirmed. I wanna break into my new Salomon chamois but I haven't gotten a chance to cycle since I bought them. Damn weather. Competition next month! Die! Guitar is put on hold too. I can only play at the most a few minutes a day, and even then Kim makes a helluva noise trying to get me to stop. Rrrgh... how am I supposed to get anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie so lets see... last Saturday, as in last week not yesterday, Dhana, Dinesh and I went to Cheeky Monkeys. Karthik couldn't go, cuz apparently he's attached. Dhana and I were in shirts and nice shoes, and Dinesh turns up in a T shirt, so we escorted him back to his place to change, all the while discussing how people change when they get attached, like Karthik and a few other people I know. Wild night! Bar top and pole dancers.... good music, good drinks, good view, cool flairs by the barkeep, got to watch Arsenal's 7-0 exhibition match against Middlesbrough. Stayed there from 9 or 10ish to 2 plus. Shan't elaborate, too incriminating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of incriminating, Dhana had to give an animated recount of the juicy bits of that night, and how I was enjoying it, at the Teens Connect meeting the next day to Small Joe and Iggy using the whiteboard. Although he couldn't draw a bar top dancer for nuts, they sort of got the picture, and so did everyone else in the room cuz they heard him talk about it. Oms people like Cheryl and Victoria were prolly listening too... so malu! We have a new member, Clarissa. Er... dun really know her that well yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've been bluffing my way through the past week of school. Monday wasn't much. Tuesday was the day I finally got caught for my long hair. Paul asked me at New Year's at Mama's place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Wow they allow you to keep your hair that long?&lt;br /&gt;R: Well, no, but you can. All you have to do is to know how to avoid the right teachers. (Going by my motto: It's not illegal unless you get caught)&lt;br /&gt;P: Haha okie. I've never seen the rationale behind guys keeping short hair. Don't get it cut, man. Keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sounds like one of us, but he's 20 plus and still a bloody cool guy. Well he'll be sad to know that I failed him. Didn't want to, and I wouldn't've gotten caught either, had they not done the foolproof method: at assembly, have the civics tutors single out their students with unkempt/dyed hair/improper uniforms and round them up. Our new VP used to be a colonel in the Army, so I figured best not mess with him. I kept my hairstyle as much as I could, but only a bit shorter, so it just meets regulations. Tuesday was ODAC meeting, so I figured since I was planning on saving money by now having lunch, I decided to borrow Zhi Hui's keys to the ODAC room and plant myself there and do my long overdue essay. Veron came in to do work later too, and the first thing she says to me is "Where's Alex?" Not even a hi... lol kidding. Tuesday was also the second debate meeting with the J1s, and now with Miss Kon and Miss Lee, who are still putting as much pressure on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was orientation for the ODAC J1s. So fun! Except that I was told that the group leaders (I was one of them) didn't have to play the games (which were mainly wet and messy ones) so I happily didn't bring a change of clothes. But my group makes me play anyway. Was pushed down the soapy slope, made to sit on a chair of chili sauce, milk tea and flour, dunked my head in roughly the same thing, had flour blown in my face and dumped on me, crawled in soap, slipped in mud and had a handful of grass dumped over my head, courtesy of Alex, but I guess that was because I smashed a tomato into his shirt, but it was worth it. I was so goddamn messy that the grass didn't make much difference, plus a could shake it off, but you can't shake tomato pulp opf a spotless shirt, so yeah. And I went home like that. My mom was yelling at me and the state of my clothes, but it was worth it. Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was also the official inaugruation (or however you spell it) of Shannathan. Like Bennifer and Brangelina and TomKat, so we figured Jon and Shann needed one too. Well, no actually it was Veron that accidentally called Shann and Jonathan "Jon and Shannathan" during the previous day's meeting. And on the group leader's agenda that day it was clearly stated: "Group T: Shannathan" That Veron really has a sense of humour. We should have more if these, like Alexica or something. Okie that was just gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday nothig much happened, except that Dad is off on a work-related trip. Somewhere during the week, something amazing happened. The previous week, we were having topical tests, and this week, we got our Physics papaer back. I distinctly remember doind negligible amounts of studying for it... and I passed! Okie so maybe the passing percentile was 45%, but I passed! And some tests I slog my ass off and I still fail! Incredible! Should I read the signs and say that I no longer need to study? Nah... I'm not that crazy. I'm starting to feel liek there was a mistake counting up my paper, so lemme go check again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I really passed.... wow.... WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday was praise and worship, with guest of honour Fr Bruno, and yet another new member, Celeste. Nice time talking and sharing, even if I wasn't really into the jumping mood during singing. Even while I was sharing I was second guessing myself: had I really broken free from the person I used to be? Did teens connect really help me return to church, or were they the only reason I returned to church? Bleh... nothing a bit of praying won't fix. Ah well. After PnW (I have to stop calling it PW), Cheryl, Small Joe, Kevin and I went to catch a late movie. At first Memoirs of a Geisha, but due to lack of good seats, we went to catch I Not Stupid Too. Really nice movie, very touching and meaningful, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was totally uneventful, except that I had to iron my own clothes for a change since Dad's overseas. School's tml, but I don't feel like it at all. Can't wait for CNY, and collection date. Com is due for another upgrade. Gonna need it if I'm gonna buy Empire at War, or Battle for Middle Earth II.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113794727506739202?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113794727506739202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113794727506739202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-joke.html' title='Week joke'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113733837425233152</id><published>2006-01-15T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:19:34.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 random things about me</title><content type='html'>Dinesh passed this to me, so I gave it a shot. Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post 5 weird/random things about yourself. At the end of the quiz, list the names of 5 people who you want next to do this and leave a comment "you are tagged" in their blog and tell them to read your blog 5 random things about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a catholic that listens to black metal, but not as much as I would like to.&lt;br /&gt;2. I believe in alternate universes for alternate realities, which means I believe that there are Jedi, Sentinels, wizards, Gundams and Uruk-Hai somewhere out there, far faaar away.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sometimes I feel that the surest sign of intelligent life out there is that none of it has ever tried to contact us.&lt;br /&gt;4. I think the world will end soon...er than everyone thinks.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a great disdain for average Singaporeans, and yet I admire them, cuz they're just so fucking stupid I'm surprised they've managed to stay alive this long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I have picked to continue this path: Alex, Cheryl, Jaslyn, Ah Boy aaaand... Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just picked 5 people at random, so don't feel insulted if your name isn't here. Only have space for 5 people. If it was say... 20 people and I missed you out, then that would be rather inexcusable *hinthint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't break the chain! Not due to some lame reason concerning this post being cursed or anything. It's just fun lah! So do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113733837425233152?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113733837425233152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113733837425233152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/01/5-random-things-about-me.html' title='5 random things about me'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113717719202575554</id><published>2006-01-14T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T02:33:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellos and goodbyes</title><content type='html'>I'm awake... I'm awake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post of the new year. A bit late I know, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of hellos and goodbyes this new year. Met a lot of new people during orientation. BeeGees! Being an OGL is so fun, especially cuz you get to zhao the first week of lessons. The weird thing about the whole orientation is that you meet fellow JC2s (still haven't gotten over the fact that I'm JC2) that you swear you've never seen before in your entire year of being in the school, like Rozie, Chiew Cheng, Andrei and Joey for me. But now that you know them, you seem to be running into them everyday. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to meet the new batch of JC1s as well. Some nice, some crazy, yeah lah. The whole orientation experience was fun. Wet games, dry games, mass dance, orientation night, etc. O night was wild! Never went more crazy! Wahahahaha! CCA recruitment last last Friday was fun too! Lol ODAC was damn noisy. We put up structures and had a shouting competition with the neighbouring squash booth. We had at least 8 times their booth space and manpower. w00t! CCA recruitment is always fun, cuz it's one of the rare few times you can step on other people's CCAs. Like the cheer I was doing that day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gambate gambate gam gam!&lt;br /&gt;Gambate gambate gam gam!&lt;br /&gt;We are ODAC we are ODAC!&lt;br /&gt;We are the best we'll beat the rest!&lt;br /&gt;ODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAC!!&lt;br /&gt;ODAC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie lah for non TPJCians, that was the old sea sports cheer, but now they're disbanded. Aargh I'm supposed to get photos from Shirnnie... need to get soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes? Gaps left for Vancouver on the 2nd, and Shu Jing for Melbourne a few days later. Another goodbye to Auntie Elsie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhana went to 0930 mass that Sunday. The gang of us (Dhana, Cheryl, Edwin, Small Joe, Iggy, Joy, Victoria and me... hope I didn't forget anyone) went out as usual to TM to eat, game and hang. Went to Yamaha to look at guitars. I really wanna learn the guitar properly so I can play, but I think I'll practice on my classical first before I think of getting an electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday was Dhana's 18th. Wheee fun day! Met Dhana, Karthik and Dinesh at Tanah Merah. Din's nails are as long as Saruman's now. I think he's going for the Shagrath look or something, ne bloody put on mascara lah! (Shagrath is the lead for Dimmu Borgir, a symphonic black metal band... enough about them? I thought so.) Went to Orchard to meet Devin, whom I haven't seen for ages, and met 2 of Dhana's friends; Billy, this guy who apparently I might have used to know when I went to OLPS, and.... shit I dunno how to spell his name, so I'll just call him Kneerich for now cuz he sayd thats how some people mispronounce his name. Went to watch The Dark. Freaky! After that we went walking around until we found ourselves at the Starbucks outside PS, so we decided to take a load off and talk and talk. Apparently Kneerich knows my cousin Charles. Bloody hell it's like every Patrician I know knows Charles Chander. Went home laate, like 1ish. Devin, K and I took a NightRider back while the rest shared cabs. The 3 of us realised on our trip back that the bus we took, NR7, stops directly outside Dhana's and Din's house. Haha we were lmaoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days crammed with tests for all my core subjects. It's a bit surprising to me how I haven't studied at all and yet I managed a few questions. Sure, the chances of me passing are like the chances of me getting attached within the month (impossibly slim) but ah well at least I won't be alone. Need to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah that's all I bother to blog abt now. More soon. Faster than this entry took, for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113717719202575554?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113717719202575554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113717719202575554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2006/01/hellos-and-goodbyes.html' title='Hellos and goodbyes'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113600758455479509</id><published>2005-12-31T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T02:10:59.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What next?</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging for such a long time. Been real busy these few days, especially this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth, compliments of the season to all! Yeah Christmas was fun. Routine, and a little boring, but at least I got to see most of my cousins. Godpa, Auntie Girl and Kyle couldn't come over from Toronto, cuz Kyle's got exams, I think. Sean's grown his hair quite long (slightly longer than mine) but he just finished A Levels, which means he's gonna be enlisted soon. His poor hair. Everybody's all good. Heather doesn't take such an adverse reaction to me anymore; guess she's kinda used to seeing me around. Met an aunt whom I apparently haven't seen for 5 years, although I can't remember much from 5 years ago. Joshua's grown a lot, and he was literraly bouncing off the walls up to the point that Daryl got fed up a bit. Most of us did, actually. And Juvena's the only cousin who's over 20... haha! Well Janell will be join her next year I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve mass was good, but packed, up to the point that they ran out of hosts for communion. Craziness! My grandma's done away with the age-long family tradition of going to midnight mass, prolly cuz she's getting tired. So went for 2130 mass and met Victoria and her parents there. One thing I love about Christmas is how I get to dress up at least this one time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents were nice. Estee Lauder Beyond Paradise! OMG cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was visiting my other grandma (Mum's mum). So nice to see a few of my relatives again. Eva's grown so much I almost didn't recognise her. Chuckie was so hyper when he ran into the house, he started jumping up at everybody like he always does (to my Godma's annoyance), but he immediately piped down when he saw Biscuit, uncle Kelvin's Golden Retriever. Poor Chuck, intimidated by another dog twice his size at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what I did on Boxing Day, but I sure wasn't attending Boxer's Day mass with Ignatius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday was OGL camp! Yes you heard right, I'm an OGL muahaha! The weird thing about OGL camp is that you meet people you've never seen before in your entire life, even though you've been in the same school as them for a year. Lots of stuff at OGL camp; dry games, wet games, placard making, mass dance. Aargh the mass dance is so complicated! I haven't got it down properly yet. Couple dance is fun, if only I had someone meaningful to do it with. It's still fun, though! Best part of being an OGL is that you can &lt;em&gt;keng&lt;/em&gt; the first week of school, which is good cuz I have no idea what my holiday homework is, much less done it. Talk about a bad start eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday was kayaking one start course. If only I hadn't fallen sick during the June course, or I wouldn't have to go for this. Haha but it was still fun! Go for one start course to practice the two start moves Kit taught me. Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After first day of kayaking went shopping! Haha I'm beginning to like shopping, especially when I have an objective and when I get what I'm looking for. Went to Suntec City to look at the Salomon sale. Bought cycling pants (the ones with the padding at the groin) at more than 50% off! Wanted to buy the all condition shoes... at $38!! Cheaper that Nike and prolly better! But I already have a pair (Power...cheap brand). Must not overspend my Christmas money, or I'll kenna kp again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to detour to Tower Records. I'm impressed... They have the new Norma Jean album, O God The Aftermath,  in stock. Bought that too. w00t! Think I'll go put that on now. Heard they got a new lead singer, so dunno if I'll like it as much as Bless The Martyr Kiss The Child. Ah well... holon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good! Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I did something I've been meaning to do for a while: went to Sim Lim Square and, after a bit of scouting around, I bought a RAM module for my com! 512 MB DDR1... Now my com has 1 GB of RAM! Wahaha! Now I need to clear some hard disk space, maybe get a new one, and a new graphics card (which will set me back a bit, so not till Chinese New year) and then I can buy FEAR! Wahaha! Or maybe I can buy it now and play on low res till I get a new card. Anybody selling? GeForce MX 9800 or higher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the year's as good as over, and like last year, I don't feel any different. In fact, this year is even worse. Meng Nan asked me to go for the countdown party with him, Fishy and Pai Kia, but I had to go to my Grandma's house. Doubt my mood would've been different there. Would it? Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts next week. I'm so out of the school mood I almost can't spell school. Ah well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year of school left, and then it's off to the army, then to university, then hopefully to RSAF. I can't imagine myself in the future. I just have this feeling. Pretty soon, I don't know what, but something is going to happen. Haha I like that song... Norma Jean... Life is getting shorter. There's this saying I heard "Life can't be considered short, cuz it's the longest thing you'll ever get to do" Haha and I agree to it, but I just feel that none of this will last. Scary, but yeah that's what I feel. Sorry for feeling so depressive on New Year's eve, but it's what I feel everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that. See you next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113600758455479509?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113600758455479509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113600758455479509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-next.html' title='What next?'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113509903573474598</id><published>2005-12-21T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T01:17:15.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's all trade prezzies in our undies</title><content type='html'>Went for the reconciliation service at OLPS church on Monday. Met Cheryl and Big Joe at Tampines MRT, and apparently they were the only ones going. Dumb Edwin was busy playing disease somewhere in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole while, from when I was changing at home to the mass itself, I kept thinking about what I was going to say to the priest. I hadn't been to confession for months, maybe years. Wasn't that hard when I went through the mass. Everything covered in the litany more or less applied to me at some point of my life or the other. So that's what I told the priest, thereby having told him everything without actually having to go through the juicy details, which I couldn't bear to. If there really was a Santa, he'd probably start a new coal factory just for me. Saw Victoria there with her parents, which further reminded me of what happened that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus from church, I got a call from Ignatius:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I: HELLO RUSSELL AH? TML ON ANOT?&lt;br /&gt;R: *wincing* Huh? Wads tml?&lt;br /&gt;I: Dunno lah you said that recreation thing.&lt;br /&gt;R: *momentarily confused* No, you mean the reconciliation thing... oops. Did I tell you that was tml? Sorry it was today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was an honest mistake, really! I forgot it was on Monday too until a few hours before we met when I went to doublecheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie here's the spastic part *convo continues*&lt;br /&gt;I: SO ARE YOU GOING FOR CHRISTMAS MIDNIGHT MASS?&lt;br /&gt;R: *wincing again and wishing he'd stop shouting into the phone like he always does* No, I'm going for the 2130 mass and then going for family reunion, like every year.&lt;br /&gt;I: Ok okie. Then maybe we can all go for mass together, like maybe on Boxer's Day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg lmao that deserves a spot in pwnage quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Cheryl's house to 'ton. Small Joe and Jul were already there, watching Small Joe play FF7. Spent the night telling dumb stories (haha Darwin awards), joking, stoning, playing Cheryl's guitar and stuff. Jul was playing free disease. Dunno it was a bit sian watching her do pq, especially when the dumbass leader wouldn't listen to her suggestions when she turned out to be right. And the idiot completed his quest, but couldn't get item cuz hes inventory was full. You see? MS kills brain cells! Fortunately I know people that can withstand MS' stupidifying powers and still have fun out of the game. Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cudn't sleep for most of that night. I've been having problems sleeping these few days, cuz I always stay up late. Never feel like sleeping, unless I'm absolutely dead tired. Didn't sleep that night till 5 plus 6. A lot of things going through my head, especially that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bought Star Wars: Battlefront II. Cool game! Haha... gonna play some more later. Will update, unless I have better things to update about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113509903573474598?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113509903573474598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113509903573474598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/12/lets-all-trade-prezzies-in-our-undies.html' title='Let&apos;s all trade prezzies in our undies'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113484103962851088</id><published>2005-12-18T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T01:37:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was King Kong day! Met Alex, Pui Kia, Pai Kia and Cute Boy at Century Square. Was supposed to meet them at 1400 I think. Woke up at 1415.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally met up with them, we went off to play CS for a while. Pai Kia is cheap with an AWP up to the point that it isn't fun anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: OIE Roy! Dun use arctic liao leh!&lt;br /&gt;Roy: Okie okie... I use scout can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CS was fun lah. I was better than I expected, especially since I can't remember the last time I played with a human player. Wheeee.... I think my best performing weapon might be the MP5, although I still like the M4. Need to practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for our 1730 movie. Well they bought tickets for 1730. At 1720 we went to the ticket tearing auntie, but she said our theatre movie had already started. I look at my ticket, and i said 1630. Wtf? So we went to kao peh the box office lady, and she took a pen and changed our stubs. Went in at 1740 for our 1730 movie, which didn't start till 1800. The movie was long, which is how I like my movies, and it was really cool! Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Long John's for makan, and then Roy, Alex and I went to Fisherman's Village to meet Dadi and Meng Nan for a few drinks. Didn't stay long, cuz next day had to leave for Malaysia, and I hadn't even packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia trip from Thurday to Saturday was okie. Rather routine; shop, visit relatives, stuff like that. For once I did a lot of shopping. Dunno why... didn't feel like shopping, but maybe it was seeing a whole rack of G2000 jackets going at RM 99 at Makhota Parade when the hidden shopper in me was awoken. Haha lame. Well bought a lot of sports and Christmas apparel, so I'm finally set for those things. Now for some reason I feel sick, not to mention fat. I wonder if I can get in a bit of cyclig after church and before Kim's party. Yeah Kim's advance birthday party is tml, or later, so yeah. Hope got camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113484103962851088?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113484103962851088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113484103962851088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/12/shopping.html' title='Shopping!'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113458887017218285</id><published>2005-12-15T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T03:46:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Journal 1 (Photos!!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somebody wants photos?! I'll give you photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol relax was just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are shots from the day I went to watch Goblet Of Fire with my Indian Brothers (and one mangen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My brother from another mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This picture proves that I REALLY can't smile to save my own ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/din.thinks.this.girl.is.sizzling.hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0020.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karthik: Patricia Mok?! No way man she's downright fugly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinesh: ... shuddup and let me stare at her in peace... hee hee.... *stupor*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Presenting the people of the day (from left to right): Ah Bush (photospoiler... lol kidding), Dinesh, Dhana, me and Karthik &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Front row: The mysterious rubber band! *dum dum dum duuuuuuum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't ask me why Dhana is covering his balls like that, cuz not even he can tell me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Look closely at the pic. The rubber band switched places! Haha actually we took a few shots before we saw it in the photos and picked it up, but later we put it back there cuz we thought it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Emo shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0036.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0036.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lol we look like a band. Wish we were, cuz that would imply that I can actually play something. Maybe I'll just do vocals. Some people would agree that I'm a good screamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0038.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0038.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0040.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0040.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got creative with this one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAVE YOU SEEN THESE PEOPLE?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0041a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0041a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0042a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0042a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0043a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0043a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0046a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0046a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/PICT0049.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/PICT0049.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The end of the day. Wish it didn't end man, it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Dhana for the pics!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taman Negara pics WILL be up soon, as soon as I figure out how to get past the low-res problem. So will HTTC chalet pics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113458887017218285?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113458887017218285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113458887017218285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/12/photo-journal-1-photos.html' title='Photo Journal 1 (Photos!!!)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113439133806609245</id><published>2005-12-12T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:42:18.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Fireball! Ooooooooohhh...</title><content type='html'>After an extended leave of absence, I'm back! Lol... have been at the Teens Connect chalet, which is, sadly, the last planned chalet for me this holiday. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Met Ignatius and Sam at Pasir Ris at 12. Together, we went to Costa Sands Downtown East, where we met Edwin and checked in. Apparently, though, we could only go in at 1430, so we had to loiter around for a bit, eat lunch, take lame neoprints and do Sam' s surveys. When we finally got in, we just sat down, and chatted, and had a crack at the Xbox. I wanted to get some sleep, cuz I was up the whole night watching Benfica squish Man U out of the Champions League (my favourite part was when Ronaldo gave the crowd the finger). Was woken up rather unceremoniously by Cheryl, who inexpicably decided to kneel beside the bed I was on and loom over me until I saw her and got such a shock I nearly flew off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frist day was rather uneventful, relatively. People just came in and out, until there were just Small Joe, Edwin, Iggy, Cheryl and me (poor Cheryl). Played Xbox, had Canadian pizza and tried to cram in that room and go to sleep. Wheeeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Woke up late. Can't remember much about this day, except that it was our barbecue day. Went to White Sands with Iggy, Small Joe, Cheryl, Jul and Yvonne for lunch and to buy stuff for the barbecue. The girls made the guys carry all the stuff back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbecue was fun. Edwin came after we got back, with his chocolate fondue set. Sam, Victoria, Big Joe and Desmond (with his friend Sandra) came later. Barbecue was spent eating, joking and everything else you do at a barbecue. We had honey glazed sausages, honey glazed fishballs, honey glazed crabsticks, honey glazed satay... honey glazed everything, basically. Des was downing a few vodkas. Vodka's not my thing. Started playing lame games, courtesy of Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, I went with Edwin, Des, Iggy (the misfit here... lol kidding) and Victoria to the pub nearby and we met her parents over a few drinks (Iggy has Sprite, which he apparently gets high on). Victoria's parents are the coolest parents ever! Well, second to mine I guess. Real easy to talk with them and joke. Later, the bunch of us went to Singa Fiesta at Pasir Ris Park to have a few more drinks. All the others came down later, and they left slowly. I said my goodbyes to Victoria and her family before I left with Iggy and Small Joe, a bit tipsy. Well, a bit's an understatement. Halfway through, they had to carry me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did at the chalet, after kicking off my shoes, was plonk on a bed. Then I shuffled to the toilet, but Cheryl was in it. Wanted to wait, but I sort of plonked at the door and was unable to move. Edwin came later, carrying a stoned Desmond into the chalet. I think Des and I gave everyone a handful, two drunk idiots. What happened that night is sensitive information that doesn't warrant an appearance on a public blog like this, so yeah. Can't remember much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Most people didn't come today. Had to go home to wash up, and then go to church for the IRO thing, which David insisted we all go, but when I got there meeting Small Joe, Iggy (I think these two are gay with each other) and Yvonne, there was absolutely nothing to do. Went home to sleep (I still needed a lot of it even though I only woke up at 12) and then went back to the chalet with my Game of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afformentioned gang was there, followed my Edwin, Desmond and Sandra, and Victoria. Went out to eat and went back. We just spent the night playing Game of Life, mahjong and cards. Last night was rather uneventful. Victoria and Yvonne went back later, while Edwin and Small Joe were playing Tales of Destiny II on his PS. Couldn't sleep much that night, dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: We went for 1100 mass cuz we woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all there is to it, as far as I can say, or remember. Someone had a camera, and when I find out who, I'll put up some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113439133806609245?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113439133806609245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113439133806609245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/12/chinese-fireball-ooooooooohhh_12.html' title='Chinese Fireball! Ooooooooohhh...'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113431438142895103</id><published>2005-12-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T23:19:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to biking</title><content type='html'>Whoops... suddenly remembered that I forgot to blog about last Sunday. Guess I'll do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Kit, Rayner and Alex at the stadium bike shop. From there, we went to Tampines mountain biking trail. I haven't rode for a long time, so my fitness level has dropped considerably. After that we went on out mountain bikes to the BMX trail. It was fun flying through the air like that. Alex hit some sort of pothole, and I have a bruise on my left knee when I flew off my bike and my knee collided with my top bar. It was worth it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Marina Cove. I bought a Ramly burger :P. Cycled here and there along East Coast. Went to this rocky coast near the ferry terminal. It's a nice, quite place. Good for when you want to do quiet thinking, even better to bring a date there, except that it's a bit of a ride there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to resume cycling again. Soon. And studying, for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113431438142895103?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113431438142895103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113431438142895103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-biking.html' title='Back to biking'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113378202913605291</id><published>2005-12-05T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T13:01:58.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass the nuts</title><content type='html'>I got bored, and I need to blog about recent happenings, so I put two and two together and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Went to school to pass my one star kayaking form to Kim Wan. It's such a bother to redo it. If only I wasn't sick during the last course. I'd rather take the two star course now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I went to TP to meet Dinesh, Dhana, Karthik and Ah Bush (extra guy... lol just kidding). Ate at the new food court there. Wah &lt;em&gt;bo beh zhao&lt;/em&gt;... especially the fish and chips. They use real dory fish. Not like in TPJC, where the fish looks and feels like yu char kueh. These are the kind of things that make JC students like me feel that the poly students are actually the smarter ones for going to poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to the aerospace engineering block where Dhana showed me the A-4 Skyhawk that the RSAF donated to the school. Way cool, or as Ah Bush would say, NIIIICE! Then we went over to TM to watch Goblet of Fire. Not bad show, but it's like the other shows; it's great as a movie, but lousy as an interpretation of the book. Once again, they have underminded the importance of Quidditch in the film. They blew the chance in POA, cuz that was Wood's last moment of victory and they didn't give it any reverence. No quidditch in this movie. Harry gets banned from Quidditch in Order, and he isn't there for the last match in Prince. there almost definitely won't be and quidditch in the last book. In fact, I don't think Harry will spend much time in school or even go there. So yeah... they blew their chance for good quidditch action. Rrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Toys R Us, like the teenagers we are, and we were just messing around with helmets and lightsabers. Dinesh a bit havoc, spewing vulgarities in a kids' toy store. After that was Yamaha, where we went to look at guitars and drums and stuff. Dhana's still as good as ever on the guitar. Then was dinner at Mos Burger. Dhana and Karthik were eyeing these two chicks for a while, before they both left to get their numbers. Don't think they did, but they just came back and decided to dee siao us by saying they did. We believed them for a while. A while. Mos burger isn't very filling, I'm sure everyone knows that. So we went to ToriQ to get stuff. Saw the prices; Chicken: $0.90, Chicken skin: $1.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthik: It's a sad world when chicken skin costs more than chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went wondow shopping. For girls, window shopping is different from guys. We go to scout for stuff we can't buy. Girls windowshop for stuff they can get, but still feel that walking around for hours without an end results is more fun. Dhana and I share the same tastes in clothes, it's uncanny. After that, we just drifted from place to place taking photos, some spastic, some a bit emo. Went to outside the closed Challenger, to some stairwell, to here to there. Had to go home eventually. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload some pics when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Imagestation won't let me into their site. Now I can't get the Overseas trip photos. Fuck it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teens connect chalet coming soon! This Thursday! Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113378202913605291?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113378202913605291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113378202913605291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/12/pass-nuts.html' title='Pass the nuts'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113343395847523912</id><published>2005-12-01T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T04:11:22.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll have more fun than a barrel of monkeys</title><content type='html'>Well about that previous post, it kinda reminded me of how Qiyin said she thought I looked scary when I was sick during LTC, so yeah. I know I should've started with a big hi, so I'll do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! I miss my blog! I miss my com! Well not so much my com by now, cuz I was chionging Most Wanted last night till morning. Crazy, I know. Overseas trip with ODAC and the soccer guys was great. Hope I can remember all the highlights. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Due to some sort of miscommunication, I was told to report at 1730. I reached school at 1715, and waited....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were still stragglers at 1800. Ultra sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got our Overseas Trip and Adventurer T Shirs. Nice. Then followed a bus ride to Johor. Either it was uneventful or I forgot what happened. Oh yah. Stanley, the ODACian nobody ever sees, came really late, like 1845, cuz he thought the bus would leave at 1900, when it actually was supposed to leave at1830. So we were left waiting for him. Mingsong tried to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Nordin: So where is he?&lt;br /&gt;Song: He says he'll be here in 2 minutes, depending on traffic conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was at 1835 I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally met up with us, we went to customs by coach and over to JB. Then we were free and easy at City Square shopping mall at JB until 10ish. Our group, Alex, Zhi Hui, Alton and me, along with Benneddict (the soccer guy with the number 16, which lead to some people calling him Bennedict XVI) were the first to arrive, and then they thought that the others wouldn't take so fast to meet up, so they ran off for Ramli burgers. They said I pangsehed them cuz I didn't join them, but I thought better of it. In the end they were the last to arrive. I think Nordin gave them an earful, but they were joking about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nordin has this weird ass way of saying certain phrases, like "disgustingly hooritzzz (horrid)" and the number "siven". He also has this habit of launching into personal recounts. No matter what he faces, he probably has some past equivalent incident happened to him. So very often he would be lecturing about something or the other, and then he'll say "I tell you all a true story. Happened &lt;insert&gt;years ago." And then he will go on and tell his tale. He has stories about people being left behind in other copuntries, people with invalid passports, guys in girls' tents and so on and so forth. Everytime he says the phrase "true story", people would either groan or laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday/Sunday: Anyway, we left on the train from JB to I dunno where (Jeranut I think, according to the itinery). Some people plonked off to sleep immediately. Some didnt sleep at all. I slept only the last hour. The rest was spent on endless games of dai dee and blackjack. There were as many as 5 "tables" opened for playing on the train. We had an entire berth (a train car lined with double decker binks) to ourselves, so if you stepped in, it looked like an illegal gambling den, but without money. After we were told to pack up, we started discreet games, and later we just went to talking cock. I dunno how poeple like Alex can survive the whole trip without sleeping. I had to sleep the last hour, I just couldn't stand it anymore. Outside my bunk was a little noisy with all the chattering, so I just put on some Norma Jean on my headphones and plonked off in a few minutes. Was a little disgruntled when Alton has to wake me up when the train reached Jeranut. At 4 plus in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Got off the train and went over to our hostel at Tekam plantation. Actually it's more of a chalet, but we got the "economy class" bunks. We would later find out that the teachers would get air-conditioned chalets, a little similar to the chalets you get at Costa Sands Downtown East. Rrrgh. Group four (Alex, Zhi Hui, Alton and I) chionged for bunks next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembled for breakfast at 6ish, served by the now famous Ramly burger heroes. Then it was off to our first activity: abseiling at Gua Kota Gelangi. I'm starting to realise how little exposure we've actually had. Even for me; I've been to Malaysia billions of times, so I know roughly what to do and what not to do and a bit of Malay (enough to buy stuff, anyway) Abseiling at GKG was nothing like the abseiling we did at school. Except for the abseiling bit. Well what I mean is that it's the same thing, but in it's own sense a totally new experience. I mean, we abseiled off a bloody cliff! Okie, so maybe it wasn't exactly a cliff. More like a rock face. But it beats man-made walls anyday. And the air... ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abseiling was fun! After our half finished, we went off to the other half at the other rock face to see how they were doing. It was fun there, cuz we got to see Mr. Nordin abseil... after a lot of coaxing and taunting on our part (I think he's probably the biggest IDACian here, and I'm not talking about physical size) It was also fun knocking Jamie's helmety head when she doesn't expect it, especially after how she and Veron tried to do the same to me on the train (both needed the height boost of the top bunks to reach my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, it was off to caving, which meant plunging my new cross trainers in water and mud on the trek to the caves. How many times do you get to ruin your new shoes and still not think much about it? The caves were AMAZING. They were huge! And you could see natural stalegtite formations making shapes in the walls, like an elephant or a kris. And they were really cool and had freshwater running in them. You could set up a few campsites in there; it was that big. Wish we could've stayed longer, maybe actually stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best bit about our camp was that it was super slack. After activities were over and we went back to the hostel, the only thing we had to report to was dinner and the debrief. Other than that, we were free to do what we want. Of course abiding by base rules, like no screwing around, but other than that, we were free. There wasn't even a lights out, which meant some people didn't sleep again. A group of us was walking around the hostel compound that night when we found a cafe selling prata. &lt;em&gt;Oh my God&lt;/em&gt; (or as Dinesh would say, Oh my Son) the prata was great. And the teh peng. And especially the tissu prata. And I should stop starting sentences with conjunctions; it's not good English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ate our fill there. And reported to dinner full. Because of all the prata. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we just hung out. Most of us in the boys' dorm were playing cards, blackjack or dai dee. But that's not to say that only the guys were in the boys' dorm. Some of us were playing dai dee, when Rebecca came to join us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: Come, let the dai dee queen play.&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: Whoa, how come you have so many nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;R: Really meh?&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah, got dai dee queen, then I heard one "tua neh bu"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear at that point I just started laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the night, Kenneth came running into the boys' dorm saying that Nordin was coming. Apparently, he was in the girls' dorm when he was discovered my Nordin. So he ran out and made for the boys' dorm to warn us. Immediately, the girls scampered. Qiyin and Su Yuan ran out the front door, which wasn't very bright considering they ran into Nordin just outside. Some other girls ran out the back door. Jamie and Veron weren't so lucky, so with no time to spare, they zipped under Alex's covers (with him out of bed, of course) and just hid there, hoping Nordin would think they were just some guy asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nordin came in and loomed over us, and then proceeded with a lecture about girls in boys' droms and vice versa, not forgetting the "I tell you all true story, happened two years ago. I nearly had to resign." and yadda yadda yadda so on and so forth, on and on about some girl that nearly got laid on his watch (but not with him watching, or so he claims) Then after a while he left. Apparently, Jamie and Veron pulled it off. In fact, they pulled it off so well that when Nordin left, a few of the guys were shocked to see the two of them leap out of Alex's sheets and bolt for the back door. I guess in the hustle to hide the cards and the money, we hadn't noticed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: An hour plus bus ride after breakfast took us from Tekam plantation in Jeranut to Taman Negara National Park in Pahang. There was just mountain hiking up half of Bukit Teresek. Reminded me a bit of Mt. Ophir when I went up it, except more humid, shorter, and we didn't have to carry those backbreakingly heavy packs. After that was the canopy walkway. A bit like the one we have. Note key phrase "a bit". Taman Negara's was much higher up, longer, and way more impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch at the floating restaurant (good food), we were off for rapid shooting. Most of us, before the trip, were suaku about rapid shooting and we thought it was similar to rafting. In actual fact, rapid shooting is speeding down a river in a sleek powerboat. The ride was really nice. Even nicer was how we splashed water at other boats (there were 3 of us) when they got close. Even even nicer was how the boatman dumped an entire pail of water on Jamie and Veron each. Even even even nicer was how Nordin got the same treatment. Even even even &lt;em&gt;even&lt;/em&gt; nicer was how, by the end of the trip, my shoes were completely devoid of yesterday's mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us ate very little at dinner, as word about the prata stall got around fast. Before we could go, however, we had to sit through debrief. Alan's speech (Alan is our guide, an army regular theat works part time for the travel agency, so we all call him Awol cuz someone said he went AWOL to come here) So Alan's speech, followed by Nordin's, Mr Leong's, Clarence's, which then led to Nordin and Leong elaborating some more, led us to sitting in a stupor for 40 minutes in the bug infested mess hall, having to cope with one or two stings. Happy to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prata that night was a lively affair, mainly cuz almost the whole 35 of us were there, including teachers. And almost everyone ordered in English and had problems :P At least I know a bit. Had a great time chatting with the guys, especially the other soccer guys; Alton, Bennedict the Pope, Amri and Bob, the only 2 Malay guys in the camp, and Eugene, the TPJC goalkeeper that can't even touch the crossbar, or so they say. Bob and Amri were trying to teach me to eat prata with my hands. Hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday/Tuesday: That night, half of us didn't sleep. We just squandered the night away playing cards. My dai dee is getting better. But you can only play so many hands. So I decided to spend some time away from the cards, most of which was spent chatting with Alex. Tried to sleep, but only managed an hour. Then we had to pack up all our gear cuz we had to leave the hostel in the morning at 0530. At 5, everyone was up and about, except for Stanley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ: Eh, should we wake Stanley?&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: Eh maybe we should. Only half hour left leh.&lt;br /&gt;*stuff thrown*&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: Eh Stanley wake up. Only half an hour left.&lt;br /&gt;Stanley: ....Fuck lah! I only need 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, he goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of us were groggy from the late night, but no consequence, cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: ...it was a 5 hour bus ride from Jeranut to Perak for our last activity. We had stopovers for breakfast and lunch. And our activity... white water rafting! It was like the best moment of our trip. The four of us and Jamie got on one raft (more knocking-Jamie's-helmety-head goodness!) and we went on our way. Once in a lifetime experience. For now. It was damn fun rafting down. Sure we got stuck at some points, but at least we didn't capsize, or lose our paddles *koffmrleongkoff*. Jamie did fly off the raft near the end, though. Actually I dunno if she flew or slid off. All I know was that we hit a rock and took a big bump and there was a big spray of water. Then Zhi Hui said "Eh where's Jamie?" I turn to my right and she's gone. A little scan around the area and we spotted her drifting down the rapids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got changed, we were all good and free. Free and easy till the evening beofre we leave for Singapore. So we took the coach to Hintai Mall. Nice place. Went shopping there, and finally I got my biking shades! Not a lot of tint, so my eyes are protected from dust and I can still see at night. And in proper lighting, they're fully reflective. And they only cost RM30. They're not pasar malam ones or anything. They're from an optical shop. They're just brandless. Ate at Kenny Rogers, which is always worth it if you have it at Malaysia, with the four of us, Stanley, Jamie, Veron, Shann (and her godawful... I mean godgiven new hairstyle) and Marina. Went to the supermatket to get rations for the 8 hour bus ride home, and off we were! Looong trip back, spent joking, messing around, crapping, but now sleeping as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Back home. That was fast. Let's do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload pics when I can. Now I need to sleep, or sth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113343395847523912?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113343395847523912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113343395847523912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-have-more-fun-than-barrel-of.html' title='We&apos;ll have more fun than a barrel of monkeys'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113335558572399200</id><published>2005-11-30T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:02:08.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*evil grin*</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Scary&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/scary.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You even scare scary people sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howscaryareyouquiz/"&gt;How Scary Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113335558572399200?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113335558572399200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113335558572399200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/evil-grin.html' title='*evil grin*'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113293793198349578</id><published>2005-11-26T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T00:58:51.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZHAO AH!!!</title><content type='html'>Well my gear is packed... email cleared... games sianed out. Except for NFS: Most Wanted, which I bought today (Black Edition) over Path of Neo. Need to play until sian later, or else I'll be thinking about it the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What trip? I'm running away from home. Can't stand it here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lah. ODAC is going to Taman Negara (somewhere in M'sia) and we leave tomorrow, or technically later. Saturday lah. Quite late, actually. Have to be in school only at 1800. All the more time to play MW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get the feeling that I forgot about something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'll know when I get there. Hope everything goes smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113293793198349578?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113293793198349578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113293793198349578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/zhao-ah.html' title='ZHAO AH!!!'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113276191421113679</id><published>2005-11-23T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:05:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage quotes 4</title><content type='html'>Lol was surfing through the Gamespot site and I chanced on this snippet of Ali G doing an interview with Kobe Bryant. I'll just let you all read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Check it, Westside *does the Westside sign... the one where you make a W with your pinky and index and ring fingers* This be Ali G representin with my man, Kobe Bryant.&lt;br /&gt;Kobe: Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Ali: R'spect. How many springs does an official ball have in it?&lt;br /&gt;Kobe: How many springs? It doesn't have any springs in it.&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Why does it bounce, then?&lt;br /&gt;Kobe: It's air. There's air in the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Well, there's air in this room. How come this room ain't bouncing?&lt;br /&gt;Kobe: .... -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113276191421113679?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113276191421113679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113276191421113679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/pwnage-quotes-4.html' title='Pwnage quotes 4'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113276131913984399</id><published>2005-11-23T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T01:18:32.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to choose....</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Really geeky dialogue about video games ahead. View at your own discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda bored right now, and I'm still faced with a dilemma of what game to buy next on my limited budget, since my parents probably won't give me money. So I figured I'd do a bit of brainstorming and elimination to help me narrow down my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie here's the list of recent games that, IMHO, deserve at least a look-see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age Of Empires III&lt;br /&gt;Quake 4&lt;br /&gt;Matrix: Path of Neo&lt;br /&gt;Need For Speed: Most Wanted&lt;br /&gt;X3&lt;br /&gt;Tom-Yum-Goong&lt;br /&gt;The Sims: Holiday Edition&lt;br /&gt;Starship Troopers&lt;br /&gt;SWAT 4&lt;br /&gt;Serious Sam II&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars: Battlefront II&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;Lord Of The Rings: The Battle for Middle-earth II&lt;br /&gt;Neverwinter Nights II&lt;br /&gt;Burnout: Revenge&lt;br /&gt;Civilisation IV&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars: Empire at War&lt;br /&gt;F.E.A.R&lt;br /&gt;Battlefield II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I shortlist it to the few I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; want, it would be:&lt;br /&gt;AOE 3&lt;br /&gt;NFS:MW&lt;br /&gt;Path of Neo&lt;br /&gt;SWAT&lt;br /&gt;Battlefront II&lt;br /&gt;LOTR&lt;br /&gt;Empire at War&lt;br /&gt;F.E.A.R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm a first-person shooter and real-time strategy kind of guy, not to mention a big Star Wars, Matrix and LOTR buff, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... AOE 3 I can probably borrow from Alex. Most Wanted is definitely for me, cuz it mixes Underground 2 with Hot Pursuit 2. I just love the NFS series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path of Neo... well when I first heard of the game a few weeks back, I was really, really hyped, especially since Enter the Matrix was only kind of sub par. Now after seeing promo footage, the graphics look slightly choppy and gameplay is a lot like ETM. ETM was fun, but some bits were a bit boring and repitive. And another preview stage I saw looked like a cheesy mix of Mortal Kombat, Soul Calibur and maybe Star Ocean. All nice games, but I don't entirely appreciate rip-offs. So this game ranks lower for me, but I'll still consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlefront II looks good. Not much of a game story, but a real good shooter to rival Republic Commando. Empire at War, as an RTS game, looks more promising than Galactic Battlegrounds. I still remember that game with its embarrassing graphics where your anti-aircraft missiles look like firecrackers and older games like Warcraft III far outstrip it. Sadly, it hasn't been released here yet. Not to my knowledge, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think LOTR is out here yet. Haven't seen it around. But I'm definitely gonna get that one. SWAT is something I've been eyeing for a while now, but still in a fix of whether I should get it. F.E.A.R looks really good too, but I haven't seen that one around either. My savings only allow for maybe one game, so I think I may go with NFS for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case be, there's one game I'm definitely gonna get when it comes out early next year: The Godfather. Woot! Saw promo footage and gameplay. It's stunningly lifelike and realistic. Only hope they release it early, or it may interfere with A Level work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113276131913984399?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113276131913984399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113276131913984399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-to-choose.html' title='What to choose....'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113267579218882386</id><published>2005-11-22T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:09:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indoor Activities Club my foot</title><content type='html'>Shit it's happening again. I'm starting to forget everything that I did before I blog it. Nvm I shall &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt; everything right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Met my mum at her workplace at Millenia Walk. That's damn far from here. Bought new shoes! My old ones were giving way. Later tried Carl's Jr. for the first time for dinner. I bought a slightly larger burger, and when I saw it, I didn't think I could finish it. The thing was so humongous you could get lockjaw trying to take a proper bite out of it. But I suppose somepne with a big mouth like Jamie could manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Really really felt like sleeping in, but had to wake up early (like 8 or 9... so maybe it's not that early, but it's earlier than I would usually prefer) Went down to Bedok Reservoir with a few ODAC people: Alex, Zhi Hui, Kenneth, Ming Song, Zhe Wei and Veron. For kayaking! Lol it was damn fun. Everybody got a chance to capsize, some because of others. Actually, only Zhe Wei did not capsize, cuz he was riding a sit-on-top kayak. That type of beginner kayak, die also cannot capsize. Really fun, except that we spent more time playing than kayaking. Rrrgh can't wait for my one star, so I can take my two star, so I can use spray skirt. Wheee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After kayaking, went with Alex, ZH and Veron to Beach Road to buy supplies for the Taman Negara trip. Apparently Alex said he say Cindy, Shirnnie and Gui Rong there buying stuff too. After that, we went to Mustafa to dee siao Ming Song while he was on the job there, selling Pentax cameras. Alex was purposely barraging him with questions like "What are megapixels?" and "What's the difference between this camera and that?" up to the point that Song got fed up and said "I dun wanna tell you." Then his supervisor stared at the group of us and him before he realised that we were his friends. Lol lucky he realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: After 0930 mass, Teens Connect had its first meeting in a while, and still not everyone was there. Have a lot of activities to prepare for, not to mention restructuring and reassessment. Rrrgh Holy Family is having some night cycling thingy on Friday, but I forsee I'll be busy packing then. Can't afford to stone on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: ODAC had training at MOE Dairy Farm Road... place. High elements and all. Quite fun, except that it was raining, so everything was slippery. Damn harnesses and helmets smelt funky. After that, we went to S11 food court to eat, and later was supposed to meet the gang for balding at East Coast, but I had too many errands to run. Had to go to Changi to meet Gaps to get my $100 back (he &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; insists that he returned my book, but it's &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; overdue). Then went to Kembangan to meet Kuang Yi to get my ODAC and Fac B Tshirts back (which he was holding on to since LTC) Then went to Tampines Lib to return the cycling books I borrowed. Got back at 6 plus, so no point taking another half an hour to travel to ECP. Can't go on bike, cuz I have to send it for servicing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: ODAC hike at Bukit Timah. Mr Noordin a bit on today, and he kept doing annoying stuff like calling us IDAC (Indoor Adventure Club). he keeps asking us if we were tired, but he tired out faster than us. Trek was a bit boring, nothing too big. After the trek, nobody felt like doing anything like going out or anything, just going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring here. I want a new game, but I may not have enough money, or I may not be able to choose. I don't wanna ask for cash from my parents, cuz it's not nice. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113267579218882386?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113267579218882386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113267579218882386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/indoor-activities-club-my-foot.html' title='Indoor Activities Club my foot'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113256966283256440</id><published>2005-11-21T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T18:45:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*drools*</title><content type='html'>Age Of Empires III&lt;br /&gt;Quake 4&lt;br /&gt;Matrix: Path of Neo&lt;br /&gt;Need For Speed: Most Wanted&lt;br /&gt;X3&lt;br /&gt;Tom-Yum-Goong&lt;br /&gt;The Sims: Holiday Edition&lt;br /&gt;Starship Troopers&lt;br /&gt;SWAT 4&lt;br /&gt;Serious Sam II&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars: Battlefront II&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;...and soon Lord Of The Rings: The Battle for Middle-earth II&lt;br /&gt;and Neverwinter Nights II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG suddenly there's so many nice games out there. What to buy? And if I buy anyone, will they take too much of my attention away from FT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as the X3 reviews adequately put it: "Say goodbye to your social life and/or sleep."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113256966283256440?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113256966283256440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113256966283256440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/drools.html' title='*drools*'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113251128313871040</id><published>2005-11-21T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T02:32:17.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicknames have meanings</title><content type='html'>We don't usually give nicknames for no rhyme of reason. They really have meanings, some of which only make themselves truly apparent after a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kuang's nickname amongst the S15 guys is Dayang. We call him that because he can impersonate Dayang (Pierre Png's character on Tong Xing Yuan) very well. The first time he did it we laughed until peng. But during chalet I also realised (and remembered) that the name has a deeper affinity with him cuz he's quite sensitive to taste and can actually cook (at least better than the rest of us). I still remember his mozarella fried rice at Regina's birthday party last year. So nice! Lol! And he sometimes grumbles about how his maids' cooking a bit not there yet. He's like our Gongfu Chef! (Forgot the chinese name for that show... the Chew Chor Meng that one... wads the name ah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Yip also has a nickname that comes from Tong Xing Yuan: Dadi. We call him that cuz of his hairstyle, not necessarily cuz he rubs his tits every morning. Although he was walking around bare bodied in the chalet. Kah Chou has graduated from the Sueh Kia nickname and is now Scheming Babi, cuz of his favourite line "Wah scheming sia!" Now he openly embraces his nick, and during chalet he showed us how scheming he really is (although I forgot how). We called him Sueh Kia last time cuz he broke his foot during the netball tourney. Or I think it was more like we called him Sueh Kia, and then a day or two later, he really sueh kia broke his foot. Be careful of the nicks you give people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongquan will always be Ah Boy. I think that's a nick that stuck to him since before JC. Now I subconciously call him Ah Boy, up to the point that when I called his house and his mom picked up, I said "Er qing wen Ah Boy... er Yongquan zhai mah?" Pengz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think 05S15 is the only group of people I know who are so extensicely nicknamed. But not all the girls have nicks. Nevermind... next year, we'll think of something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113251128313871040?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113251128313871040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113251128313871040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/nicknames-have-meanings.html' title='Nicknames have meanings'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113241570527099420</id><published>2005-11-19T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:55:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory like a leaky cauldron</title><content type='html'>I'm a bit tired now but I'll force myself to blog, lest I forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05S15 chalet was gooood! Lol... First day checkin and then barbecue, where the whole class (except Seok Teng) was there, plus Leow, the Wongs and Cerine. After that went blading about the place. Haven't touched blades for a long time. Still can make it lah, but can't do T brake. Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was a little more sian. Takfik and I left hanging around in the chalet like 2 gay idiots, while the others ran dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARGH!! I can't remember everything! A lot was going on, like Dadi getting drunk on the Martell that Cute Boy brought over, and a few of us wereplaying drinking games. I don't get the point of our punishment! In normal drinking games, when you lose, you have to take a shot, and if you take in too much you get piss drunk. Well in our game the Martell was so diluted in Coke (-A Cola, thank you) that it was impossible to get drunk. Even if I won and you asked me to drink, I would also drink. It's too weak! Dadi was drinking pure, along with Ali and Meng Nan, but only Dadi got high enough (on a scale of 1 to 5 I rate him 3.5) to warrant a hangover the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I can't remember everything. Well I'm not gonna forget in a hurry anyway. Hope next year's is even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113241570527099420?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113241570527099420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113241570527099420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/memory-like-leaky-cauldron.html' title='Memory like a leaky cauldron'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113203092202624947</id><published>2005-11-15T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T13:02:02.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Forgot to blog about Sunday. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much lah. Went church, and then lunch with Cheryl and Edwin (who for once showed up for mass). Was reading Cheryl's A Level Physics notes. I'm gonna die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening went cycling with Alex, Kit and Wei Kheam to Lau Par Sat for dinner, and then Geylang again for tau huay. Alex dee siao us like Meng Nan, took us through the "scenic" route, giving us tour like some guide. Then went Bedok jetty, and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday nth much, except for the fact that I forgot to go to school for the Taman Negara briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got a precious few minutes before I leave for parkway to buy last minute stuff, and then to Costa Sands East Coast chalets for 05S15 chalet. Won't be back till Thursday. Somehow I'm not thrilled. Dunno lah... I just feel so sian these few days, like I don't feel like doing anything. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we'll see how things turn out. See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113203092202624947?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113203092202624947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113203092202624947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113195387377952675</id><published>2005-11-14T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:50:01.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 3</title><content type='html'>I feel bored, so I'll think of something substantial to blog about, instead of just listing out what I've been doing everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should learn to trust my instincts I was taking out the rubbish the other day when I suddenly felt that I should stop to check the plastic bags I had with me. Sure enough, one of them was a bag full of Kim's lollipops. Lucky that I didn't throw that one out, or she'll scream. Then again, sometimes I second guess myself, so it's confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching the first episode of TabTV about China Study Mamas. I think that it's dumb that they aren't allowed to work for the first year. This way they can only support themselves by resorting to vice. I know the government probably has its reasons for this one year rule. Probably because we want to keep jobs for our citizens and so that the job market won't be saturated with foreigners. Then shouldn't the government at least do something about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, for maids, the potential problem was that after maids earn their money here, they mail all of it back to their homes and don't spend it here where they can contribute to the economy. This results in the country losing finances to other countries. Forgot the technical term for this. They curbed this (I assume) by setting up maid employment agencies, so that the government can issue licenses for servicemaids and collect some revenue from it to make up for all the funds going overseas. Now, couldn't they do something similar for study mamas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh... why didn't I think of something like this for PW? AARGH!! I'm starting to realise that you tend to think of better topics for PW when you're not under the pressure of a deadline. Don't talk to me about how deadlines are part and parcel of working life. Deadlines to complete projects are normal, but never in your life will your boss call you into his office and say something like "Okie I want you to think of something to do for the company that will benefit us. You have two days." No clear objective or goal, just asking you to do something for the hell of it. That's just plain dumb, but then again, that's what PW wanted us to do. You see the stupidity of it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read somewhere in the papers about how 4 local soccer players are being charged with statutory rape. They met this girl at a street soccer court and she was flirting with them. She said she was 17, so they all happy happy went to a toilet and one by one had their fun. Then it turns out she was 12 or something like that, and the guys were charged. There was this other article about how this underaged girl was selling herself online as an 18 year old to earn money. Then after she did her thing, she would report her "clients" for statutory rape. Now that's just plain unfair. Here we are, innocent guys looking for a one night stand, and you come along and play this kind of dirty trick on us. So word of advice: If you ever pick up a girl from anywhere, check for ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the soccer players, I think they're getting a lighter sentence because it was argued that they contributed to the local soccer scene. If that's the case, then any person of somewhat importance can get away with almost anything. That's nonsense. If the PM was caught for embezzlement, would you let him off? So why should these relative nobodies be given preferential treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd bet if you ask anyone if they listen to songs that aren't in English, you'd probably get people telling you they listen to Chinese songs, or Japanese, or occasionally Indonesian, or basically any language indigenous to Asia. Occasionally, rare occurrences happen, like "Dragostea Din Tei", which was made famous here because of Chicken Little and not Gary Brolsma (the guy that did the Numa Numa Dance) or even the original singers O-Zone for the matter. That being said, I'm one of the rare few people I know that listens to songs in German. Then again, the German songs I listen to are by Rammstein and Turmion Katilot (at least I think it's German). All those industrial bands, so the usual crowd I hang with wouldn't listen to them, or know abot them, or know what industrial music is in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is in holiday mood, and I don't want to upset it too much. That being said, I've had enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113195387377952675?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113195387377952675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113195387377952675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-thoughts-3.html' title='Random Thoughts 3'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113186450495601116</id><published>2005-11-13T14:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:48:24.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*phew*</title><content type='html'>Ah die! One week's worth of entries to go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Alex's and Roy's birthdays. The three of us have our birthdays within 2 days of each other (plus I share birthdays with Wendi and Caroline... weird...) so the S15 guys were planning a combined bash during the chalet. Luckily for us, they couldn't get chalets on that day, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the S15 guys, that is to say me, Alex, Roy, Hubert, Ah Boy, Hong Boon, Ali and Eugene (God I hope I didn't forget anyone) went out for dinner at Marina South. Dunno what the place is called, but it's that big big steamboat barbecue place. It was... okie lah... Prolly cuz I dunno better, or can't remember. Prefer Seoul Garden, but Seoul is so damn expensive. Marina South&lt;br /&gt;is only $12. $12!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we were at a loss of what to do. Went arcade for a while (Daytona in full manual... been wanting to try it ever since Initial D) and then I think it was Meng Nan's suggestion, but the point is we all went to Geylang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geylang?! During "happy hours"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he said Geylang has a shop that sells nice tau huay, so I said okie. Just didn't know that he would purposely take us one big round to see "mei nu". "Braodening your horizons" Alex calls it. I personally felt that the weather was a bit too humid to be broadening anything. Finally got to the shop. Not bad. After that I think they had their fun, so went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: After church, went off to play pool with the usual gang, except for Cheryl. She's busy mugging for her A Levels somewhere. So Edwin, Mel, Sujata, Yvonne, Ignatius, Ben Quan and I were there. Don't get to talk to Ben much. Hardly know him, even though he's part of Teens Connect exco. Come to think of it, I don't think of anyone as exco members or using any form of heirachy (but we do sometimes call David and cheryl our "parents" jokingly). To me, we're just friends. Hehe. Got to play a round with Ben, and he's quite good, along with Desmond and Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: OP dry run, the last one. I think after that we (the class guys) went to watch Tom-Yum-Goong. Cute Boy actually believed Ah Boy for a bit when he told him the movie was about a tom yum eating contest. Really cool movie! Go see it if you haven't already. Not much of a storyline, but who cares?! The action more than makes up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Final OP. Not bad, although the Q &amp; A nearly killed me. Can't remember what I did after that. Was it Escape? Yeah it was. Me and Kim went to meet our cousins Janell, Deidrea, Daryl and Charles at Escape, only to find that it was closed for the weekday. Pengz! So we went bowling. For someone that hasn't played for ages, I think I've gotten my technique down okie. Then went to watch a movie, Sky High. All the other shows were NC 16, or uninteresting to them (like Flightplan, but I kinda liked it). Okie movie... more for kids, though. A bit cheesy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit can't remember what I was doing for Wednesday and Thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah Thursday was ODAC meeting. Briefing about the Taman Negara trip and then abseiling (yes, Jamie, not abSELLing) although, like every ODAC thing, we never have enogh time left. So a few of us (yours truly included) didn't get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the most flustering day of my life. Final submission of GPF by 9, and Eugene called me and woke me up at 0930. My God I never knew I could panic like that. jumped straight into my uniform and off I went. Didn't bathe, didn't gel, didn't shave, didn't even put on my socks or tuck in my shirt. Of course I brushed my teeth, that I can't live without. I &amp;amp; R had to be handed in, and so were the meeting forms which I had was supposed to do, which weren't complete. Immediately went to the library to do complete the meeting forms, when Eng Yong tells me they were not needed, and to just bring my I &amp;amp; R. Handed everything in, after distressing how much time I took last night to do the bit of the meeting forms that were done, which caused me to oversleep. I dunno how, but Ah Boy took my hpone as a joke, but I thought I had lost it, so I ran to the classrooms and the library to look for it. Then when he told me he had my phone, I swore so loudly, I think both the B and E blocks (and its teachers) could hear me. Actually it would be more correct for me to say I shouted. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooled down, the went with the guys to T Mart. Finally PW is over! I can't funny express how pissed I am about the whole thing, from the intro lecture about PW to now. Full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;After that, went cycling with Alex to Katong, specifically BBQ Wholesale to order suff for the chalet next week. I love BBQ Wholesale. You can order just about everything from there and they deliver. Of course you have to know what to order and what is cheaper if you buy it outside. After that, we went to the Cannondale shop nearby. MY GOD. The kind of bikes you find there.... high liaoz. The price? Even higher. Later went to Mac to chill and talk cock. He was going for soccer with the ussal gang, but I had to be home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Went for golf in the morning. haven't played in a LONGO time. Need to buck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Jas just now and she asked me for any old photos I had of our old neighbourhood (she was my neighbour back in pri school). So I decided to go digging for old photos. I swear the memories that came popping up, not just of Moon Crescent, but other things like NDP, Aerospace, SYSF, Fiona's wedding, and the countless Christmases and birthdays.... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah all this typing is making me feel thirsty. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113186450495601116?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113186450495601116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113186450495601116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/phew_13.html' title='*phew*'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113137841088089325</id><published>2005-11-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T03:02:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangen barbecue</title><content type='html'>Another delay, another long entry. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when two groups of friends call you out at the same time? Frankly, I've been in this situation a couple of times, and I still don't have a concrete solution, cuz I never feel good about &lt;em&gt;pangseh&lt;/em&gt;ing someone. So the mangen (Karthik's nickname for Chinese people) gang were throwing a birthday barbecue for Alex and me, and the Indian Brothers were going to Bedok Simpang for prata at the same time. What to do? In the end I decided to go for the barby. I felt I owed it to KX to show up, seeing how much effort he put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned up at pit 38 at 7ish with drinks from Sheng Siong (is that how u spell it?) Was kinda surprised at how many people turned up, and from different groups of friends, too. 05S15 (Ah Boy, Meng Nan, Dadi, Pui Kia and Dayang), ODAC (Veron, Mingsong and Chin Chow), 4E (AXN IMH and TC, Adeline, Paul, Ah Bush, Shaun, Dennis, Alton, Joseph Choo, Cai Tao) Sorry if I forgot anyone... there were just too many people. Really had loads of fun ther, except for the fact that the guys tried to gang rape me. Alex got chased down and had to run for it like 7 times, but for me they wrestled me down once and I just shouted "EH FUCK YOU!!!" and they stopped. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit weird having different groups of people, cuz they don't all mix into one group. The class guys stuck to themselves at the barbecue pit, while the 4E people were in another group (eating the food as soon as it was ready, much to Ah Boy's annoyance) and the ODAC people were at another side playing Dai Dee and Heart Attack (Chin Chow was so on for Bridge, but I don't think we were) So I had to keep group-hopping just to get a chance to chat with everyone. What was even weirder was how when you go to one group, they start talking about people they don't know from another group ("Eh that tall girl, the one in the black shirt... what's her name ah?") But an even funnier incident was when Gaps (finally) showed up and was looking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: *looks at ODAC crowd* Eh that girl not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;R: I suppose so... wait who you talking about? Veron ah?&lt;br /&gt;G: I dunno her name lah.&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh yah... the one in the purple (!) t shirt, right?&lt;br /&gt;G: Yah... eh no no. The one in the black top.&lt;br /&gt;R: *incredulous look* ...that's Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;G: ... oh.... *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha.... But there was some mingling about, like Nick was talking to Dadi, And when Ah Boy conspired with everyone else to throw Joe into the sea. That guy is jinxed; it happens to him in almost every barbecue he goes to. Where Alex or KX are present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, great party. And I got presents! Paul got me a book calles "Star Warped" - a p[arody of the entire saga. Very fitting :P And the ODAC guys got me something, too. Both Alex and I remembered the things we got Mingsong for his birthday (electric toothbrush, screwdriver set, piggy bank... we meant it to be a practical joke) we weren't expecting much here. And indeed. They gave me a 12" COCK!... waste bin. I love their sense of humour! And they got Alex a stuffed monkey head with a banana in its mouth... that you can move in and out! I swear the things you find at Mini Toons nowadays.... The best present I got was the company of brothers (that try to push me down onto the sand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah thank you all lotz! And extra thanks to KX (and I think CT) for organizing everything, and Alex, for no rhyme of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I think I'll blog about the rest later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113137841088089325?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113137841088089325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113137841088089325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/mangen-barbecue.html' title='Mangen barbecue'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113104041978878752</id><published>2005-11-04T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:46:52.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17? Who?!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeee! Lolz lame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if I would forget it, after all the PW work I'm piled in, but I still have people reminding me. Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was AO Chinese for everybody, but not for me :P cuz I take CL B, so my final exam is with all the other A Level papers. After everyone finished their papers, met HK, Paul and later Wesley to go "office", T Mart branch. Okie FYI "office" is our in-joke name for playing FT, or any other com game, but it's usually FT. Never been to the T Mart LAN shop before, but I heard Ignatius talk about it, so decided to give it a try. After all, it's only 5 minutes from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stepped in, we noticed 2 things. One was that they used custom coms, which was good. Another thing was that there was no air-con, to which Paul said, "This is GOOD! For once I can play properly and not freeze my ass off!" He was being serious, and apparently, he was right. Surprisingly, it wasn't stuffy, and it was better than shivering at the Kembangan branch, which I feel is still a good LAN shop nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BNet to play with Lao Da (Ellery). The sad thing was I didn't stand a chance against any of them (except maybe against Wesley, but he left before I could 1v1 with him). So LD, HK, Paul and I were playing AT with other people online. One time we decided on a coordinated attack. All of us used Undead, and we concentrated on different units (I was massing abominations), but all of us rushed heroes so we could all coil nova impale the enemy heroes or do coordinated nukes. OMG it was the cheapest matchup I had ever seen. Haha! The enemy didn't stand a chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 7 plus, and then realised that I was supposed to be at church for All Saints' Day. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday , went out with Kit in the morning. He bought a new bike, a Klein Attitude V. Rather simple-looking relative to its price, which was considerable. Went bike-shop-hopping for a while. Went to Trek3 in Katong, or at least I think that was what the shop was called. Aiyah it's the one that Randall Tan runs. Lol never knew he ran a bike shop. Bought Nike fingerless gloves there. In &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;to match my bike, and soon Ah Boy's jersey. I live my gloves! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later at night, went cycling again! Went to Kit's house to chill and talk and watch him play Fable and wait for Alex to come. There was when I got a call from Kee Siang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KS: Hello Russell?&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;KS: Hey Kee Siang here. Are you coming?&lt;br /&gt;R: Coming? For?&lt;br /&gt;KS: The chalet! You coming?&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh... you didn't tell me when it was.&lt;br /&gt;KS: I thought I did?&lt;br /&gt;R: No I didn't get anything from you.&lt;br /&gt;KS: Oh I must've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;R: Nvm... so when is it?&lt;br /&gt;KS: Er... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGZ! Well it turns out that the chalet was Tuesday &amp;amp; Wednesday (checkout on Thursday). So I told him I would go the next day. Alex came, and then we cycled to Lau Par Sat... for dessert. Call us crazy, but that's how we are. Wanted to have babat, but was feeling quite full. Next time lah. Cycled around CBD after that, as in along the sidewalks and all, to places like SGX and all. We even cycled through Suntec City and Esplanade carparks, and through the Esplanade to the MRT. It was funny, cuz we were cycling around a place that had a "No Skateboarding" sign in it. Theoretically, we weren't breaking any rulkes, but I suppose they didn't bother with a "No Cycling" sign cuz they didn't think anyone was crazy enough to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, that night. That is, until I got a flat on the way home on ECP that night. Haiz.... where do you find a bike repair shop at 1 in the morning? Had to cycle to Kit's house with the flat to fix it. I need to get myself a puncture repair kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycling with a flat more or less threw out my back, so for the whole of Wednesday, I had a backache. Went to Costa Sands chalet at about 7. It was just us 4.5 Indians (Dhana, Karthik, Inderpal, Dinesh and me) and 4.5 Chinese guys (Kee Siang, Kai Boon, Wei Chong, Wei Luo and me) all the way. Apparently, KX and Cai Tao were there the other day, but weren't coming that day. We spent our time playing XBox (CS chalets have their own XBoxes in their rooms! COOL!) NFS Underground and Dhana's Marvel game called Rise Of The Imperfects. Haha, like Dhana says, Elektra's the weakest bitch in the game :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throuout the whole time we were cracking inside jokes. I'll gather them and out them in a Pwnage Quotes entry soon. Other than playing XBox, Din also brought Travel Monopoly, which looked older than he was. Dhana and Karthik play Monopoly like Survivor, cutting deals and making alliances all over the place. We couldn't barbecue until late cuz of the rain, but it was nice. Too much crabsticks, though. Later, a few of us went to Cheers.... to buy "drinks" hwen none of us were old enough, but look it. Wahahaa.... KS's Long Island Tea was nasty. Bleargh. Haha loads of drink, but no drunks, just us mamakelengs and mangens chilling out and having fun. But the most sadcase thing was that none of us had bottle openers, so Wei Luo had to use his key. Good man. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played Monopoly and XBox until 3.30, and then we went to watch Man U vs. Lille. Din was pro Lille cuz he roots for the underdog. Lol. Lille won 1-0. Waste of time. Man U played like crap, and that goal was a little disgraceful. But with the company of good friends, it was still fun. After that we were slacking for a bit before we decided to go swimming. Actually Dhana decided to go swimming, and I thought it was freezing out, but I decided to go anyway, but all the pools were closed! Wheee... went back to the chalet to wait it out, but then we all slept till checkout time. This chalet was slightly better than the previous one this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got some sort of flu again. Later is PW and tonight, the mangen gang has a barbecue for the birthday boys (me and Alex). So fun! But that meant I couldn't go to Bedok Simpang with Dhana and gang... haiz.... Nvm I guess.... hope we get to go out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrgh... can't move. Don't think I can go for PW. This is the worst time to get such a flu. Hope I'm better tml.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113104041978878752?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113104041978878752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113104041978878752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/17-who.html' title='17? Who?!'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113101001368709595</id><published>2005-11-03T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T02:19:17.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling bomber! AAAAHHHHHHH!!!1</title><content type='html'>Wesley showed me this. Lol lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/andrea.williams/shingo.wmv"&gt;http://homepage.mac.com/andrea.williams/shingo.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113101001368709595?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113101001368709595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113101001368709595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/11/rolling-bomber-aaaahhhhhhh1.html' title='Rolling bomber! AAAAHHHHHHH!!!1'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113061277337512922</id><published>2005-10-30T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T03:06:13.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in MacRitchie</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Yesterday was the last day of school! The thing is, it felt like any other day. Make that any other post-promo day. Chem was our last lesson, and was really draggy. Couldn't wait to get out. But when the lesson ended, I wanted to remain in the classroom and not budge. Why? Well for one it was Cerine Lim's last time teaching our class, cuz next year they're shifting her to the new syllabus batch. And another thing, Mr. Wong was in the opposite classroom. Talk about sian. If he caught sight of Roy or me, we both would've been skinned alive. Yes, on the last day of school! He'll probably make us return for remedial Chinese B. Sounds dumb, right? So when the coast was clear, Wes and I made a break for it to the side gate. Today was Wes' last a lot of things. Last official day ever in school, last time raising the flag at flag raising, last day as a councillor, and other things. So the both of us were there to watch his step out of the school. A one minute of silence would've been appropriate. but we still had to run from Wong, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to BK, where we thought we could meet Gaps, but apparently, when I called him, it was DEEWALI and he's not supposed to come out of the house. Sounded like a lame excuse, but what the hell. We were hanging at Challenger, and then had to go home, cuz later was supposed to cycle with Alex. Now I feel like I should've given him a better farewell. Oh well, I'll probably see him again. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home, played FT for a while. My skills really deteriorated like hell. Dunno if I can office on Monday. That's an in-joke between HK and CX and those guys and me. And then I went to sleep, and I didn't wake up till 7! and Alex didn't try to call me. He most probably fell asleep too. So an afternoon wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was, in a sense, fun. Went cycling with Wai Kit, his friend Eng Wei, and his other friend whose name is Alex Goh. Haha at first I knew his name was Alex, so we were at BK and i was talking to Kit about Ah Lam, so I referred to him Alex Goh, and then Kit said "Btw this guy's name is also Alex Goh." Lolx. Today I learnt something valuable: if Kit is ever going to call me out for a big cycling trip, I should avoid it if Eng Wei is organizing it. We went from Bedok all the way to MacRitchie on bike, cuz EW said sth about a biking trail. So we took nearly 2 hours to go to Paya Lebar to Upper Pierce to Mandai to MacRitchie. And when we got there, we had to hack through some really thick undergrowth for like an eternity, before I think EW lost confidence in where he was taking us. And it was getting late, like around 5 plus, so we had to turn around and set off home the way we came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (or rather EW) decided to take another route back. I was all for that decision, cuz I didn't feel like cycling through Geylang Serai again, especially through Hari Raya traffic. But when we found ourselves in Ang Mo Kio, I had a feeling something was wrong. So, from what I remember, we went from AMK to Braddel to Serangoon to Hougang, then going and going and reached Paya Lebar. I know that sounds wrong and a bit kua zhang, but that's what I remember. I do know that we travelled for about 4+ hours and 50+ km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit was using Rayner's bike and I got a chance to ride it. I liked his bike, cuz it weighs in like a feather compared to mine, but today there was seriously something wrong with the chain, and I could feel the road through the bars, and the posture was killing my neck. I still have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cycled to MacRitchie, got lost, and back. So fun! Although Kit was getting rather annoyed. And I just had a really really really super uber laaaaame conversation with Jas just now. I think I won't &lt;em&gt;diu ta de lian&lt;/em&gt; (or mine for that matter) by saying what we were talking about. But it was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rrrgh I still have that headache. Tml must start doing OP already. Sian lah. I notice I'm staring to end off by dissing PW. I just can't stand it. So end with a happy note. Bye!&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;PW sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113061277337512922?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113061277337512922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113061277337512922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/lost-in-macritchie.html' title='Lost in MacRitchie'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113043021440967037</id><published>2005-10-27T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:23:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$2 for 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>Since Jean Yip costed me $25, that left me with more or less $2 for the next 2 weeks. When Kim figured that out, she laughed at me and wondered how I was going to get lunch tml. Told her I wasn't going to eat, and she laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I DID eat, and it's all due to the conveniences of having good connections. Was slacking in the ODAC room yesterday, which is always where I'll be if I've skipped class, provided someone with the key skipped class too. Wesley suddenly runs in and tells me that the school was considering a change of caterers for the canteen. The new caterers had prepared a small spread in the teachers' lounge and the teachers, councillors and a few civillian students were invited to try it out and review. So Wesley told me and asked me to go. Free lunch! So I went. Haha I sound really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going had a bit of backlash too. For one, the food wasn't that fantastic. The mee siam tasted like crap. Ok, maybe not literally like crap, but it was bad. Fish curry wasn't bad, though. You know what the shitty thing was? The school &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; hasn't leant its lesson and is going to get one caterer for the whole canteen. When will they learn? Different caterers means more competition since their pay will depend on their sales. More competition means better standards. If one caterer has the whole canteen to himself, the vendors can relax, because 100% of canteen sales goes to the caterer, so everyone gets a stable base pay and they don't have to work so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's worse now? It's gonna be a Halal caterer. That's bullshit. I'm not shitting on anyone's religion here, mind you. But most TPJCians will understand my unhappiness. In our school, the nicest thing they sell here is arguably the pork cutlet. How are we supposed to get that now? And I forsee that with a Halal caterer we'll be having mainly mixed rice and noodles for the rest of our lives. The current caterer is bad enough, and with this new Halal caterer, now all the chinese peopel are going to flood Uncle Louis during lunch, and you'll walk into the canteen to find it flooded with maats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Ah yah... another problem with our free lunch was that while Wes and I were eating, we suddenly heard a fmiliar voice and looked up to see Miss Wong. Shit! She would know that we skipped her lecture, so what to do? Leave quietly... At least we didn't run into Cerine Lim. There's this thing about her docile nature that makes you feel sickeningly guilty if she corners you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I skipped Chinese today. Wesley didn't come to school. If we didn't have to take our results back, neither would I, but since Wes is going to poly, there's no point for him going to school. Was conspirating with Dadi and Pai Kia to pon Chinese. Wah Dadi &lt;em&gt;si peh&lt;/em&gt; on! We was the first to zhao, left directly after results. Roy and I weren't so bad; we went for maths, then with the gang to lunch at Uncle Louis, and &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah one thing I didn before I left. I signed up to be an OGL for next year's orientation. Wow did that come from me? Didn't expect myself to do it, but I just suddenly felt like signing on. Maybe it's to compensate for how I left my orientation early. Didn't feel close to the school then. I just hope I'll be this on for the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, I've been feeling very off, and I dunno why. People are calling me out to go places (Kit to go bike-hunting, KX to go bowling, Pai Kia to go pool) and I never feel like going. I'm ponning more and more lessons, it's scary. I'm generally sinking into a lousier mood steadily these few days. I dunno what's wrong. I should be happy! Tomorrow's the last day of school, dammit! But instead I feel like... well I don't feel like doing anything. I never do these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as though my mood isn't sunk low enough, I have to go do my OP speech now. Damn PW. Racist bloggers are being rounded up now, but I think I'll be the first anti-PW blogger. Haha if your friends tell you about some anti-PW blog, look for me! I might be a moderator. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113043021440967037?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113043021440967037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113043021440967037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/2-for-2-weeks.html' title='$2 for 2 weeks'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-113016786868747120</id><published>2005-10-25T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:03:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money fly</title><content type='html'>Wai Kit asked me how many people visited my blog. I told him possibly a fair few, mainly fellow bloggers, but I wasn't sure exactly how many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've started a hit counter! Hee hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after church, went out with Edwin, ignatius and Sujata, who left early. So Edwin took me to DotA. I stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ran into Gaps today, so I finally bought his RAM module.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was nothing but OP dry runs. I didn't have a prepared speech with me, and people said I was &lt;em&gt;zhai&lt;/em&gt;. Debaters don't need speeches. Actually it was cuz I forgot to prepare one. So I decided to elaborate on the floor, which Miss Kon told us never to do (she makes us type out our debate speeches and edit them about 20 billion times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went with Alex, Ah Boy, Pai Kia, Cute Boy, HK, Fishy and Pui Kia to TM to watch Flightplan. Not bad movie. There was one part where Jodie Foster was being chased through the plane by a guy with a gun, and it so felt like cs_747.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later was pool at Safra with Alex, Roy, and Eugene. Pai Kia is pro; aiming damn &lt;em&gt;zhai&lt;/em&gt; and damn &lt;em&gt;zun&lt;/em&gt;. Okie maybe not so &lt;em&gt;zun&lt;/em&gt; all the time. After that, around 6 plus, went with Alex to TM again to get haircuts. He was being harped at my Edward Chew, and me by Eleanor Chia, so couldn't procrastinate anymore. The thing was I wanted to go to someplace like EC House or Supercuts, like $10 for a cut, while Alex was feeling loaded and wanted to go to some professional place like Reds or Jean Yip and submit his hair to professional consultation and come out with some entirely new hairstyle. So both of us were hanging around trying to decide, and then he wanted to scissors-paper-stone for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissors-paper-stone has always been my weak point with Alex, so after my stunning defeat (I bet he's still laughing about it) it was off to Jean Yip. $25 flew off just like that. Haircut wasn't bad. At least the both of us agreed that it was better than going to Reds, cuz they're haircuts go for $31++. Always beware the ++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and went to try to install the RAM module I bought from Gaps, but ARGH couldn't fit! Shit... another $100 gone. He insisted that all RAM modules are the same, so I MMSed him a pic of his module next to mine and he said "Chey... you're using laptop RAM." Hmmm neither of us saw that coming? Anyway I don't care, I'm getting my money back. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just reminded me: it's like 10 days from my birthday. Wow not even I remembered. I guess it's all this PW and shit, totally drove it out of my mind. I bet that if OP was in late December, I'd forget about Christmas too. Okie maybe not Christmas, cuz of Teens Connect, but what if I forget them too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will I be doing on my birthday? What else would a JC1 student be doing early November?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-113016786868747120?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113016786868747120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/113016786868747120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/money-fly.html' title='Money fly'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112991895854507853</id><published>2005-10-22T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T02:22:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, thank you</title><content type='html'>Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAARGGHHH!!! NOOOOOO!!&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;Boy these teachers sure have a way of keeping a guy in suspense. During morning assembly, I asked Mdm Ng how the promotion roll went the other day, and she said she was not allowed to reveal that until next Thursday, under principal's orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch. I meant my principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was feeling buggered down with the flu for these few days. Ah Boy says it was Takfik that spread it to us. Takfik thinks it's the other way around. Anyway I seriously didn't feel like sitting through Physics lecture, so went to the ODAC room to slack with Alex. Publicity somehow managed to thrash the place up while doing something in there for Noordin, so Alex and I were greeted by scrap paper all over the table and floor. Rrrgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There weren't any Chinese lessons for my Chinese class that day, and since the others were still in class (&lt;em&gt;pia&lt;/em&gt; for A Level Chinese... &lt;em&gt;jia you&lt;/em&gt;!) I went out with Wesley. Before we left, he had to go to the General Office to get his withdrawal form, and that's where I saw a notice for teachers to prepare for the release of the promotion results TOMORROW. Wtf?! Who to believe? But I suppose that was a last minute choice, so results were to be released the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Wes to Bedok interchange to eat (crazy guy... $7 for mixed grill.. lol) snd walk around looking at phones, games and manga. Then he brought me to the pirated CD shop at my request. Why? Because the writyed report was due in 18 hours and I didn't have Microsoft Officein my com, and thereby no way to finish my work; I had to do the final bits for the WR. I wanted to save for Office XP, but it's really expensive, and now I ran out of time, so I had to get the pirated version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE WHAT PW DOES TO YOU?! It left me no choice but to patronize a pirated shop. PW is evil! It should be abolished! It must be abolished! Everyone I've spoken to all agree that PW serves no practical use whatsoever, and merely puts extra stress on students. They wanted to introduce PW to promote critical, out-of-the-box thinking that people said was the edge that polys had over JCs, but they even managed to make PW so rigid and law-by-law. You have to follow a set plan and hand in compulsory pieces of work. There is NO evidence of any sort of promotion of free thinking and expressionism, because if you takle the project in a way other than how they specified it, they fail you. It's nonsense! PW is a waste of time. I hope soemone from MOE is reading this. I dunno who put forward the PW bill, but I seriously feel like knocking some sense into him with my project file. (Haha that reminds me of the "Taste my file!" joke between HK and me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gto PWNed by PW, and we're now POWs of PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed PW till quite late, which isn't good for me cuz I'm sick. it seems that everyone is rushing PW now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to Deb. Apparently, her friend was the top scorer for GP essay, and I was one mark shy of that mark. &lt;em&gt;Wah lau&lt;/em&gt; I missed it by one mark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Today, Ah Boy was &lt;em&gt;di siao&lt;/em&gt;ing Takfik for passing us his flu. He went up to Takfik and was like "Thank yoy, thank you..." Lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, Mrs Goh appeared at morning assembly, saying that she decided to release the results today cuz she spoke to the teachers and now they don't wanna keep us in suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... *drumroll*&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;Aiyah promoted lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't conditional, that was the surprising thing. The other surprising thing was that people like Jeremy and Jamie got conditional advances (wow both S13....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness! Nothing could spoil my mood. We had TPJC Open House today, and I, being the on-the-ball member that I am, went to help out (meant that I got to skip class :P) Turnout was really sad, prolly cuz it's TPJC. Nobody aims to come here; we're a neither-here-nor-there school. People always aim for the higher schools, like TJ and VJ, or the lower schools like NY and SR cuz they are 20+ pointers hoping to scrape into a JC. We're just a drop-off point for people from the higher schools that couldn't make it. So turnout was lousy. There was this really cute girl, forgot if she was from KC or SAC. Why do all the cute girls come from SAC or SAJC? I know Jas would try to chari point here, but I'm not referring t you cuz you're not in SAJC anymore! Haha jkjk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't join Alex and gang for soccer cuz My flu was more pronounced today, and so was my sore throat. I think my voice is nearly all gone now, although Wes says I sound more mature now. Cock lah haahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching The Crow: Salvation just now. People said it wasn't a good show, but I kinda liked it. That was my second time watching it. The only thing I found weird was that their blood was so fake. Looked like garlic chili sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah my good mood's gone now. Prolly cuz I have a PW meeting tml... later rather. OP dry rum is on Monday. Kaoz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112991895854507853?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112991895854507853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112991895854507853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank you, thank you'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112973970577885404</id><published>2005-10-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T00:35:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and burn</title><content type='html'>I crashed! Can't believe I crashed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was cycling to ECP yesterday, and it just stopped raining so it was slippery. So during a turn near VS, I skidded and flew off my bike. Lucky the pavement was quite empty, although later thewre was this bangla on a cheapo bike that came to observe me dusting myself off and then started to &lt;em&gt;guai lan&lt;/em&gt; me for falling. &lt;em&gt;Nah beh&lt;/em&gt;... he was riding some $5 bike and he can look at me like Lance Armstrong. &lt;em&gt;Chee bye&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was wet the whole way through, so why do I have to wipe out only at VS? So far from my house. My front derailleurs are screwed. And I was stuck home all day due to the rain, so couldn't go to the bike shop. Hope they can be saved, or else $$ fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to happen now? Totally throws me off my training schedule....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no school today (Wednesday). Why? Because today is when all the teachers are going to go into a room, sit down with the principal and, on a case by case basis, decide which J1 students will be promoted to J2 next year, like some sort of really drawn out tribal council. My ass is on the line here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah what the hell... since all will be over by tomorrow, one way or another, I'll just say my marks here. One Dreadful and two Outstandings. Yeah I really aced it, except for the Dreadful. Dunno why, but there are people with straight Acceptables and they're jumping around in happiness like they scored the highest possible grades. Crazy people... exams addle the brains, that's why I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dreadful in my results is like a blemish on my otherwise perfect report sheet, and my teachers are neat freaks, so that's why my life hangs in the balance now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll see my name on the A Level candidacy list next year. Maybe you'll see it on Temasek Poly's waiting list. Maybe you'll see it on the front page of the newspapers (or in a stub article behemothed by a Shop &amp; Save ad). What will be, will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I go, I assure you I'll go with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112973970577885404?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112973970577885404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112973970577885404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and burn'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112957345810273774</id><published>2005-10-18T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T02:24:18.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage quotes 3</title><content type='html'>A convo I over heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey did you know that most of the best lawyers in Singapore are Indians?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh izzit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, but they're outnumbered by all the Chinese judges."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And do you know where all the *you know which race I'm talking about* go to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The defendant's seat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Singapore's paleontology sector is highly oversaturated now. We already have four people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The HK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha he's right, actually. Singapore dig what &lt;em&gt;sai&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley and I were talking about the different colours of JC uniforms, then somehow we started thinking about how to use them to make a collage. For a beach scene, Meridian can be the sea, Hwa Chong can be the beach, Tampines can be the grassfields behind and Nanyang can be the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And National can be the storm clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112957345810273774?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112957345810273774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112957345810273774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/pwnage-quotes-3.html' title='Pwnage quotes 3'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112930740808814285</id><published>2005-10-16T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:48:44.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M OVER!!!!!11one</title><content type='html'>Sunday: Woke up late, so didn't go for morning mass. Committed myself to go for the evening mass. In the meantime, met Sam and Mel at Tampines MRT at 11 to go to the Asian Civilisations Museum. Now, under normal circumstances, that would be one of the last few places I would step into on my own volition, but Mel told us about this Catholic exhibition thingy, so I decided to tag along, despite the poor turnout amongst the TC people (rrrgh...) Hmmm... Mel had to leave for an emergency even before we could get there, so Sam and I went there withoput her. Sad. Sam isn't bad company, it's just that she's too spontaneous for me. I'm a serious person by nature. She's a bit embarrassing at times, too. Okie shan't say more lest she's reading now. Oh yah the exhibit was good. Really eye-opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Chinese B exam. It was damn dumb for us to have to wake up early in the morning just so we could take a 2-hr paper that we could've taken along with all the CL AO students. School starts at 0740 but the paper only started at 0800, so met Wesley at 201 Mac for breakfast. Ended up reaching the exam room at 0755.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, here's the funny bit about CL B students in the TP 05 batch: of the 14 or so students, 4 of us are from SHPS, which is the strongest alma mater representation amongst us. So the four of us (Samuel, Elshan, Huiling and me) were chatting outside the classroom in between papers, when Elshan noted how sad it was that "there were so many of us SHPSians here." I proposed that we went to SHPS one of these days and visited the Chinese HOD. What a laugh that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After papers, Wes and I were extremely bored, so we went to TM Challenger to have a looksee. Then we went home to change and crashed over at Gaps' house, whjere we watched Return of the King (for the umpteenth time for me). Till now, it still surprises me how we managed to get Gaps for a whole day, as in no dates with Janice or anything like that, although he was on the phone for forever on the bus to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Funan, where we looked at anything and everything pretaining to computers. Gaps displayed to us his abysmal gaming skills, especially at Winning Eleven on the PS2. Weird game... soccer game in Japanese but all player names are in English. Poor Gaps didn't know the teams switched sides for the second half, which led him to scoring an own goal in his match with Wes, and Wes just shutting up and watching him. We were laughing ourselves silly at him for forever. Later played Wes. AC Milan (me!) vs. Arsenal (Wes didn't want to disgrace his fav team..... Chelsea. A guy in a Chelsea jersey playing using Arsenal?!) After a while, I managed to figure out the buttons and a bit of strategy, I scored! :P Nice clean strike from outside the penalty box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wes: Aiyah I don't wanna play already. 30 game minutes left only... can't equalise lah...&lt;br /&gt;Gaps: Aiyah you siam, lemme do it *takes controller*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a minute, he OGed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary was in Japanese, but you could distinctively hear the words "OG! OG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnout was nicer. It was a demo, so it was one course, one car, one race. So Gaps had a few whacks at it. 4th. 3rd. 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah, I'm not bad eh? Here you try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a go at it. 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh wait! Shit SIAM lemme try again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Wow I actually forgot what I did for the entire day. Shit. If I was with you on Tuesday, help remind me what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Got back promo results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Didn't feel like going to school. Still bummed. Played DotA against bots the whole day. Hong Kuang was right; DotA takes away your interest in proper strategy rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Can't skip school for two successive days and not look bad, so went to school. Still bummed. Got back my Chinese results. Jaslyn's mom would be proud of me, cuz at that moment Chinese was my strongest subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was until I got my GP results. Possibly the only results I feel at least contented with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to go meet the class guys at ECP, but got kept in by rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Wanted to go to Katong for bak chor mee with Kit, but his OAC had kayaking at Bedok Reservoir. So I took a cycle down there, and was observing them for a while. After watching them, I feel like crying wherever I think about TP ODAC. Why is everyone so fucking slack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to service my bike. Grease the chains and replace the rear light batteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: After church, went to TM with Kim(who left early), Cheryl, Jul, Desmond, Kevin (who also left early), Yvonne and later Edwin. Went to eat and then a bit of arcade and a bit of pool. It was the first time we saw each others after our promos, so they were asking about each other's results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvonne asked me how I did. Chery asked me how I did. Edwin asked me how I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't dare tell any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joke about Hubert taking S Papers, and he might, but now Edwin is taking double sciences S Papers. Wtf? Sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cheryl has a boyfriend. For like 1 1/2 months. She kept that secret so well guarded from all of us, so nobody suspected a thing until Desmond was raiding her images gallery in her phone and found some incriminating shots. HOR! Now I'm making this public! Miss Seow you DIE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went PW meeting. On a Sunday?! Eng Yong is crazy. Could hardly stay awake. Was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still am. Still bummed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was reminded of you three times in a single day. Does this mean something?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112930740808814285?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112930740808814285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112930740808814285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-over11one.html' title='I&apos;M OVER!!!!!11one'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112878212358622685</id><published>2005-10-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T02:41:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S OVER!!!!!11one</title><content type='html'>Monday: GP exam. Had a stomachache halfway through my essay. Wrote about only two or three points, but exceeded to about a thousand plus words. Compre sucked hard, especially AQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics in the afternoon. Completely deflated the exam mood I was in. When I was in primary school, I used to get into the exam mood, cuz I didn't have to study. I just had to sit through it and I would still score. Was in the exam mood after GP, but Physics was a horror. Guess my Amco jacket wasn't that locky after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, I got a call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaps: Hey dude, you free tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Russ: *this guy &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;wants to go out?!* Maybe... what's up?&lt;br /&gt;G: Can we meet so you can teach me Chem?&lt;br /&gt;R: I thought you were planning to pon Chem?&lt;br /&gt;G: Yeah, but seeing how badly I did in Physics, I think I'm gonna need it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-" So yeah did go to meet him at the KFC at the CPF building in Tampines. Met Rayner there, too, but he was with other guys. Went through as much for organic Chemistry as I could with him from 6 to 8 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, got another call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Hey Russell, this is Ian. Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Russ: Er... I was out with Gaps, I'm on the way home. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I: Oh... er cuz Chemistry's tomorrow lah. I'm damn scared. Can you teach me?&lt;br /&gt;R: ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit must've told Gaps I was teaching him Chem, and then Gaps must've told Ian I was teaching him Chem. These people must've forgotten the fact that I got a C5 for Chem O level and an F for mid years, but according to Gaps, I teach well. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Chemistry was waay better than Physics. Probably cuz of all the teaching I did. And probably cuz I did away with the jacket. it seemed too easy to be comfortable, so I was a bit unnerved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: At the end of maths, I felt like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and sobered up, then met Alex and KX to go swimming at Jiun Hong's house. There were no papers the next day, so we figured we'd relax a bit. Met JH and Ah Bush at JH's condo. Swam a bit (while looking at SAC girls) and then went for a bit of table tennis (wheee). Later went up to JH's cozy room for a while to watch 15, and then left for 85 to meet Shaun and Kok Yong. (Stopped at a bike shop on the way, cuz the bike Ah Bu was using had tyre probs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 85, we went to East Coast to chiong for a bit (or at least Alex and I were chionging) then went to Fort Road, Tanjong Rhu, Kallang stadium, Esplanade and Clarke Quay. Wheee! Then we went back! Went to the marketplaec where Poly Games is back in Bedok. We all then split up to go home, but I detoured to JH's house to borrow Frozen Throne from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Forgot what I did. Prolly nothing, except chiong Physics at night till I fell asleep and didn't wake up till next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday/Saturday: I dunno how I felt about Physics Paper 1 that day. All I knew was: ITS OVER! Shiok! But the bloody paper finished at 9. There's nowhere to go to at 9 in the morning! Except maybe McDonald's, which was where we went. A few of them then went to watch GOAL!, but Alex, Say Chee, JH, Raymond, Yan Yan and me went to Safra Tampines to play pool. In school uniforms! Haha actually the uncle there gave us shirts to wear over. That was nice of him. Played till 2, then met KX and Ah Bu (from the movie) and they all went over to my place to watch 15 (again yeah, but we didn't finish it then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly they all went home. Met them later at 7 for dinner and soccer, but didn't get to play much. Later had to leave for home, cuz I was supposed to meet Kit and Gaps at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch The Myth at Lido. Nice show! But that left us at Orchard Road at 3 in the morning. Even for Orchard Road, there's nothing to do at bloody 3 in the morning. Had to take a night rider to Bedok. Bloody $3 for a bus ride. Went to Kit's house to spend the night. No energy to go home, but Gaps had to, cuz he had stuff later. Watched Advent Children (again) at Kit's house, then went to sleep (was 6 by then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 11. Had lunch at his place, then we left for Bedok (me to go home, Kit to go Aljunied to meet his friend) Saw Cheryl there. With a guy! :O Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling kinda lethargic the whole day. Promos took a lot out of me. Last paper's on Monday, but it's Chinese B, so nothing I can do anything about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go play FT now. *F1 C click F2 N click F3 E click coil nova impale aargh!* Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112878212358622685?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112878212358622685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112878212358622685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-over11one.html' title='IT&apos;S OVER!!!!!11one'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112826407865303340</id><published>2005-10-02T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T22:46:29.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omens</title><content type='html'>I like going to the &lt;a href="http://www.square-enix.co.jp/dvd/ff7ac"&gt;Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children&lt;/a&gt; website and just letting the music play. Fits my sombre mood now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I believe in omens. Stuff that I see around me that gives me a feeling about what I'm about to undergo. Today I saw an omen: I saw Shann in church. Our dear piano, who always gives the "I'm too lazy" excuse to not go to church, actually got off her butt and made the 0930 mass. That was an omen for me; that there is still hope left in the world, and that God does work miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I feel I can approach tml's promos with slightly more confidence, because seeing Shann in church has, by some abstract means, given me hope. But I still think she only went to church cuz promos are tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda ironic for me, cuz at Kit's house, Cheryl asked me if I was going to the exam mass, and I said "I haven't been good enough to have the right to ask God to help me, so I prefer to use the failsafe method: studying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still not taking any chances. I'm off to read up on Physics properly and find my lucky Amco jacket, the one that saw me through the O Levels. And all my papers are in the hall, so if I don't find it, I'm gonna freeze to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna blog or use the com until Sunday, when my major papers end. So help me God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112826407865303340?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112826407865303340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112826407865303340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/omens.html' title='Omens'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112818635466183303</id><published>2005-10-02T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T03:22:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study study study study</title><content type='html'>Blogger is cocked up. The interface is all screwy, I can't blog properly. I feel sleepy and I can't think properly cuz my eyes are sore from all this mugging, but I've delayed blogging for too long, and I've forgotten too much already. So here goes my week, as far as I can remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: No Chinese as usual, or so we thought. These few days, since Mr. Wong is in reservist and a relief teacher hasn't come at all, we decided not to go for Chinese at all for the past few weeks. I was in the library that day during Chinese. When I saw Wesley, he told me he saw a light switch on in the classroom and he just ran for it. Cockenaden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Mingsong's birthday today! That is to say, Alex, Ah Bush, Kenneth, Jamie and I. So the six guys (Jamie: OIE GO AND DIE LAH!) Went to TM Seoul Garden to eat and talk and eat and talk and eat and drink and blow candle and eat. Mingsong really has eating stamina. "Wah lau Song you eating again? Still hungry?" "Yah I haven't eaten my $12 worth." Pengz! Alex and Jamie (I swear those 2 do everything together) made excuses to leave halfway to go buy his cake. Alex said he was going to &lt;em&gt;pang sai&lt;/em&gt; and Jamie said she was having her period. Those two are both full of cock. They bought him a nice slice of cake (chocolate!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 7 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: We were sitting through some prize giving thingy in the hall during assembly, and out of boredom I took a look around. I saw Mr Wong behind the hall. Die! If he was here, that meant that he was back from reservist, that meant he was released on Sunday, that meant he'll die die go to school on Monday, that meant the person switching on the lights at J102 was HIM, that meant we're in trouble, that meant Dadi and Roy (and invariably and inevitably me) were going to put ALL the blame on Wesley, who ran yesterday. And he didn't come to school that day. You gotta live that Wesley's timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 6 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Mrs Goh the Principal came to address us during flag raising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goh: Toady, I want to talk to you about something important.&lt;br /&gt;Russ: Hm.&lt;br /&gt;G: It's a serious matter, and has been featured in the papers many times.&lt;br /&gt;R: ?! What's this abt?&lt;br /&gt;G: I'm sure by now you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;R: What? Wth she talking about? Terrorism? Dengue? Bird flu? Demi Moore? What?!&lt;br /&gt;G: I am, of course, talking about the recent craze with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENGZ! Chey! I thought it was something serious. It wasn't ALL over the papers, just a few articles about those bloggers charged in court. And since when was it a recent craze? People have been blogging since God knows when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it sucks that we can't even blog what we want nowadays. Outright racism sucks, but a blog is for selective viewing. If you like what you see, happy for you. If not, exits are located at the top right corner of your screen. (Pls move in an orderly fashion, and do not shout, scream or spam tag boards.) It's like what they had milkshakes at Macs. People complained that they were fattening, so instead of reducing how much they drank, they made them remove it from the Macs menu. Don't like then don't drink! Like xiaxue's blog (I know that's not her real name). People say she's bitchy. So don't read her blog! Why go through all the trouble of flooding her comments, setting up anti-xiaxue blogs and stuff? Waste people's time, insignificant fools. Lol I sound like &lt;em&gt;The Hong Kuang&lt;/em&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that anti-xiaxue blog seems more like the person's own personal blog now. You see how you fools have been tricked?! Being anti-xiaxue was just a gimmick for publicity for his blog, and you've all fallen for it! Jack! *beep beeeeeeeeeep! BOMP!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 5 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Can't remember what I did. You see how bad my memory is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 4 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Chemistry marathon again. Triple Chemistry tutorial (in which I could hardly keep awake) and then lunch and remedial till 5. Sick! If my Chemistry still can fail after this, I &lt;em&gt;top diao ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God it's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 3 more days. That I don't really thank Him for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: FINALLY the first day I get to sleep in for 4 weeks! The feeling was so nice... so familiar yet so alienating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I got a call from Gaps. Met him and Kit at MP library to study. So Gaps could meet his friend who has MY library book and we can now go return it and I can make Gaps pay my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH SHIT! That guy never came! Farker....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Gautam's a dickface. It's 2 days before the Physics paper, and his method of studying is he takes my Physics notes, arranges them in order, takes a piece of my foolscap and writes down all the chapters that are covered. I swear to God, the only thing about the Physics exam he seemed to know was that superposition wasn't tested. So he was asking me about electric fields:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Eh what did you write here? Where did u get &lt;em&gt;k&lt;/em&gt; from?&lt;br /&gt;R : Oh. Well Q/4 &lt;em&gt;pi&lt;/em&gt; absalon nought r squared can be expressed as &lt;em&gt;k&lt;/em&gt; Q/r squared cuz 1/4 &lt;em&gt;pi&lt;/em&gt; absalon nought is a constant.&lt;br /&gt;G: Okie then what's with this? *points to homologous sign*&lt;br /&gt;R: Oh that just shows how &lt;em&gt;k&lt;/em&gt;Q/r squared is similar to Gm/r squared.&lt;br /&gt;G: ???&lt;br /&gt;R: You DO know what Gm/r squared is right?&lt;br /&gt;G: Er.... *incredulous look* &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Gautam chose the library to study. Then this staff member approaches us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staff: Excuse me, do you have one of this? *hands out a notice*&lt;br /&gt;Kit: Yeah we do thanks.&lt;br /&gt;R: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;K: Oh just some notice saying that the library will close at 3 at 1st october for some staff event.&lt;br /&gt;R: Er... it IS 1st October.&lt;br /&gt;K: ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had to move. Went to the Airport. Crowded as ever. So we spent an eternity looking for the staff canteens to study there. Nice, empty space, but we were chased away there, too. By a cleaning auntie. The shame. Gaps left, having acomplished nothing whatsoever, except for establishing that he was going to pon the Chemistry exam. 4 subjects very big hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit and I went to his place to study more Chem, and then Cheryl calls me and starts crapping about her blur cock brother. She said something about missing the Powerpuff Girls movie, so I asked Kit to flick it on. That was it. No work done till 2130. Then we started talking about anything and everything, from social life to aliens to time travel to Advent Children to the bible code. We can crap for ages, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah I saw Advent Children already. Nice movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeha, after talking about the bible code, and how it says the world is going to end next year. None of us felt like studying. Nevertheless, I left his house at 0020.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are sore! I need sleep! But how to sleep now?! It's like sitting on death row. You can't wait till it's all over, but you don't want it to be over. Rrrrgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112818635466183303?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112818635466183303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112818635466183303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/10/study-study-study-study.html' title='Study study study study'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112800365069888736</id><published>2005-09-29T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:22:48.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage quotes 2</title><content type='html'>"You want to know my favourite organic compound?&lt;br /&gt;2,4-go-and-dinitrylphenylbenzene."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The HK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lolx that sounds so dumb lah. Go and die nitryl blah. And phenyl is what benzene is called when it's a substituent group. It just sounds weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Wah Hubert live in penthouse ah? Then I live in pencilhouse lah! Russell you live in liquid-paperhouse right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Alex getting high on the way from T Mart today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I've just seen "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" and I think that Angelina Jolie is a very beautiful woman, and so is Brad Pitt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Some plastic surgeon featured on &lt;/em&gt;Table For 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-_-" Piano would have the fits if she saw this. Come to think of it, she'd have a bigger fit if she saw me calling her Piano here. Lolz hi Shann :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A convo I happened to overhear on &lt;em&gt;Villa Wellness&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shan: So do you have any kids.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa: Er no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;S: You plan on getting any?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;V: Yeah. I'm practising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;S: Oh? *raises eyebrows* How often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;V: Oh... everyday with other people's kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OMG PWNED! Wahahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112800365069888736?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112800365069888736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112800365069888736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/pwnage-quotes-2.html' title='Pwnage quotes 2'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112791450319306204</id><published>2005-09-28T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T21:47:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnage quotes</title><content type='html'>"The world is like a big jar of jelly beans. No one likes the black ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Daniel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Stupid earthquake, woke me up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Erwin&lt;/em&gt;, during the Boxing Day Tsunami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG! Wahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which is quite ironic considering he's Indonesian and the tsunami hit not far from his home there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wesley: I wonder what it would be like to have Phase Shift armour for standard personnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HK: You won't be able to touch you girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Russ: ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wesley: Oh I know! You be come coloured. That's when racism kicks in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HK: Don't worry. With Phase Shift armour they can kick all they like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-_-" LOL that HK is damn full of cock! In a good way, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112791450319306204?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112791450319306204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112791450319306204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/pwnage-quotes.html' title='Pwnage quotes'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112766371274835495</id><published>2005-09-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:55:12.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trump is an idiot</title><content type='html'>As usual practice, a gang of us went to TM to eat after church. Cheryl, Little Joe, Ignatius and I. Big Joe &lt;em&gt;pangseh&lt;/em&gt;ed us, but we managed to pick David and Edwin up along the way. TM's basement was totally revamped recently, and it looks really nice. The whole centre of the basement is one BIG eatery with loads of stuff! So we deceded to have our lunch &lt;em&gt;pasar malam&lt;/em&gt; style, as in buy stuff here and there and eat as we walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had Tako Patchi while we shook our heads as we stared at the signboard for the new diner called Katrina -_-" We were joking about how bandits from New Orleans will fly down here just to thrash up the place. Well it's not their fault; their chain of diners was called Katrina ever since 1993. Then we went walking around and bought &lt;em&gt;chao tar chee bye&lt;/em&gt; chicken at Shihlin. Wahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl left us halfway to go meet her friend and go to the zoo. ?! She's fortunate enough to get a study break (albeit due to her A Levels) and she's going to the ZOO?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel like going to the zoo. Haven't been there for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us then went to Mac to sit, eat and crap amd bitch about anything, from hurricanes to Donald Trump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Donald Trump. I seriously don't like him. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: He has terrible fashion sense. You'd think that, after amassing all the money in the world and taking in a passive income, he'd at least take the time off to pay at least ONE visit to Beijing 101. Or at least hire an image consultant. Have you seen his pink ties?! I don't have anything against pink, but it really doesn't go with ties, and pink ties really don't go with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: He owes the bank a LOT of money. He borrowed a lot of money from them to get his business into full swing, and now it IS in full swing, but he only pays off his interests. I'd bet that if he pays off all his debts, he won't be left with half as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: He talks big. In The Apprentice, he always says shit like "I spent a lot of money into creating the best whatever in New York..." *makes that funny kkhhhhh sound when you exhale and tense up your tongue to show "whatever"ness* Please. It's probably more like he tells his subordinates what business he wants to stick his nose into and then THEY spend HIS money (which rightfully belongs to the bank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: The biggest reason. He's prone to makes impulsive decisions. This can especially be seen in the board room in The Apprentice. Three candidates, A, B and C, have their asses on the line and one of them is gonna be eliminated. A is exposed for shewing tobacco on the job and B was exposed for making a bad decision and being a bad project manager. C helped to expose the other 2 and proved that their team's failure was not her fault. Trump was deciding to fire either A or B when C accidentally said something dumb, to which he replies something to the effect of "You know what, C? I don't like what you just said. You're fired." Where did that cpme from? That's not the first time, either. He's done it so many times, firing someone not because of how they screwed up in the task, like he's supposed to, but because of something they did in the board room, and he's lost a lot of good contestants like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy's an idiot. The Apprentice would be a really nice reality show if it weren't for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112766371274835495?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112766371274835495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112766371274835495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/trump-is-idiot.html' title='Trump is an idiot'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112758730329869933</id><published>2005-09-25T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:51:45.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling &gt; Studying</title><content type='html'>Due to Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children euphoria (although I still haven't seen it), the FFVII main theme is back on my blog. Except that this is the piano version! After this I'll most probably put the original theme back, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wanna crank up the volume a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the DVD release here. Yeah I'm not gonna download it. Piracy kills creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to wake up at 7 today and ger breakfast with Kit and Alex, but as usual I woke up late. Man, what's a guy gotta do to get ONE chance to sleep in? Well in the end I did meet Kit at his house, and we had one of those chats we always have when we meet up after a while. Met Alex, and then went to our favourite bak chor mee stall at Katong (on bike, duh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 9 plus. I wish I could sleep the rest of the morning away, but had to go Ah Boy's house to do PW. Sian. Ah Boy bought a new mike for his com to replace the old one he blw out by shouting in it (that's how loud he is), and he was abusing the new mike to record other people's voices while we were doing our project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home (again) at 6 plus. Wish I could sleep (again). And I did. Slept for an hour and then did absolutely nothing worthwhile (except a quick flick in my notes) and then left at 9 to meet KX, Alex and Rayner near 168. Went to ECP and cycled about the place, and then went to Changi Village via coastal route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home (again) at 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for my lack of content today. I feel too tired to elaborate right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No effective studying done! Sian... So many people have faith in me. Hope I can live up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112758730329869933?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112758730329869933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112758730329869933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/cycling-studying.html' title='Cycling &gt; Studying'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112748206705029949</id><published>2005-09-23T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:03:54.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts 2 (Promo Fever)</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... I feel like blogging, but I don't really have anything to blog about. Or rather, I DID have something to blog about, but these few days have been real busy, with the promos in a few days time. It's scary. I've taken to cooping myself up in the library after school just to study, and although I've gotten further than I ever had, I'm still a bit behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the epitome of... epitome...ity...ness.... nvm. A few weeks ago, I had to sit through 3 periods (that's 2 hours) of Chemistry practical-turned-tutorials, and then a bit more remedials after that. Today? 1 1/4 hours of Chem SPA (A Level stuff), and then Chem tutorial, then lunch, then Chem mock test, then going through the test. So that's 11.30 a.m to 4 plus p.m of nothing but Chemistry (save for a 1/2 hour lunch). My brains were reduced to mush by the end of the ordeal, and normal Chem stuff which we would otherwise understand, like free radical substitution, suddenly seemed so complicated. Rrrgh I can't stand it, and I dunno how Cerine Lim stands it, taking our class through 5 hours of Chem and still remain so patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex called me up one day and told me he found an offer on Togoparts.com. Someone was selling Panaracer Tserv slicks. 1.25... and in &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;/span&gt;! Matches my bike lolx. $50 for both of them, a real steal. But in the end I decided not to take up on it. Gonna stick to my 1000 km mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was chatting with Cheryl (Seow, not Tan) online the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: ive been feeling tired for practically the whole day&lt;br /&gt;C: why sia&lt;br /&gt;R: dunno... slp late from studying... came home late from studying&lt;br /&gt;C: ur body needs a break hor.. dun mug too hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-" on the contrary I think I'm underworked. Promos veeeery close and I haven't grasped everything properly yet. The mock test helped me see that, and that was only for organic chem. Gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex has become something like a promos countdown timer. Occasionally, when we sit around, he will suddenly say: "Hmmm 9 more days to promos." That line always puts me off the mood for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I had a quarrel like 2 or 3 days back, and now she's giving me the silent treatment, although she's not good at it. She keeps talking to me accidentally! -_-" But she's become substantially more rude to me, and I think she's talking bad about me behind my back. There is no way that any brother and sister have got it bad like Kim and me, not even Cheryl and Small Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm 9 more days to promos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112748206705029949?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112748206705029949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112748206705029949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-thoughts-2-promo-fever.html' title='Random Thoughts 2 (Promo Fever)'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112715071646247679</id><published>2005-09-20T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T01:25:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>Take a look at &lt;a href="http://www.kontraband.com/show/show.asp?ID=2368"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks wrong, but it's just stick through it to the end. That's where the joke is. Don't bother with the other links. Couple this with the infamous &lt;a href="http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/07/ignts.html"&gt;cybersex incident&lt;/a&gt; and you'll know why I remain very skeptical of strangers I meet over the Internet, up to the point that I have never been to an IRC or ICQ chatroom in my life. That's why I like MSN; you know everyone in your list (at least most of the time... see the incident) My friends have pranked me before, pretending to be someone else online or on the phone, so I keep my guard up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the person whose been tagging me lately knows I'm talking about her) or at least I hope she's a her). So I'm not comfortable with numbers. Friendster is okie. ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if this turns out to be a prank (I have a strong feeling it's KX or some other guy), then... we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112715071646247679?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112715071646247679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112715071646247679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112705984908038740</id><published>2005-09-19T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:29:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children has finally been released! But, knowing Singapore, there's probably not much demand for it here cuz of lack of media coverage so it prabably won't be released here. Now I have to resort to other means. Kazzaa, iMesh, New Wave, Ares, BitTorrent, but all seem so lag. BitTorrent will take another 5 days to finish the download. This sucks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some serious thoughts about upgrading my bike. I wanted to get a whole new gear system, but I guess Alivio isn't bad either. Aah I know! I need slicks, but I feel I should train up with mountaintyres first. My odometer clocked past 500 km recently. Maybe I should double that before getting slicks. Gotta do that by this year if I plan to enter a few competitions next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itinery for 05S15 chalet, 04-06 November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04th - Russell's birthday bash&lt;br /&gt;05th - Alex's and Roy's birthday bash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to obssess over songs again, listening to them over and over again. One of them is my current blog music, Reason by Nami Tamaki from the Gundam Seed Destiny OST. Other songs are Clones by Ash, which is THE only rock song that's associated to Star Wars (it's from Star Wars: Republic Commando. That game rocks) and Bizzare Love Triangle by Stabbing Westwards. I can just sing it all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been getting any studying done other than within school cirriculum, partially cuz I dunno where to start and how to go about doing it. Read notes? Do tutorials? Do TYS? I'm very scared of getting retained, but it's becoming steadily more inevitable, and it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advent Children has been downloading for nearly 2 hours and it's only 1.5% done. AARGH!! Wesley is gonna start flooding me with spoilers tml, I can feel it! Rrrgh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss ODAC and HTTC (in its full strength)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112705984908038740?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112705984908038740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112705984908038740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112705806087693694</id><published>2005-09-18T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T23:41:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycle until shiok</title><content type='html'>My blog entries are becoming rather systematic. It's so suffocatingly boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: We (a few of the 05S15 guys) were at the school back gate deciding what to eat after school before Chem remedial, when Samad the PE teacher caught up to us looking for Charles. Fishy has something with the PE teachers... he's so fat and yet he isn't in TAF (wasn't, rather... more in a sec) and he skipped so many SPE lessons that accumulatively he owes Edward Chew about 75 rounds on the track. Anyway Samad was being his usual funny self, and he refused to believe that Charles isn't in TAF, so he took his height and weight, and it turns out he IS overweight. He's not on TAF yet, but he's on the "mailing list"; Commando Lee gave him to the end of the year to lose weight, or next year he would be joining the porkers' club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Uncle Louis. Charles had mixed rice... less rice, 1 meat and 1 vege! Wahahaha! But his crash diet was short-lived. After that he had Mamee and ice cream. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: During TAF we were playing soccer with S18, Ah Bush's class. Wheeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 3 periods of Chem tutorial + 2 1/2 hours of Chem makeup. Cerine Lim is being extra &lt;em&gt;kan cheong&lt;/em&gt; these few days, giving us so many lessons. After school went back to rest, and then went to ECP to meet Alex. Cycled a bit, and then cycled to Simpang at Bedok to meet Ah Boy, KX (who was late) and Ah Bush, who STILL doesn't have a bike, and STILL wears jeans and a polo tee to meet us like he's going dating. Ate at Simpang's roti prata shop while cracking bangla jokes, then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Woke up late, so was late for PW meeting. Actually, everyone was late for PW except Eng Yong (who arranged the meeting). I can't survive without Mocrosoft Office. I use Works, and it can't interface well with .doc files, so the survey for our project I had to print out came out half completed. We ended up having to go to Ah Boy's house to do the project, so it was rather convenient that he overslept too. Cute boy came ultra late and left ultra early. Did PW from 11 to 5. Ah Boy gave me his yellow Polycon cycling jersey, so &lt;em&gt;pai sey&lt;/em&gt;! I still look fat even if I put it on, and I think I need to train a lot before I become worthy of such a jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I logged on to MSN when I got home, Alex immediately called me out to cycling that night. Later met Alex, Ah Bush (STILL in jeans, a polo and his big bag) and Rayner, KX's friend, at 168, amd later met KX near his house. Cycled to Thaipan at Mandarin Gardens to eat. Not bad the prices but the green curry was a little... little. For $6. Then left for ECP, where we happened to meet some of Rayner's cycling friends. GY riding Giant and Cannondale with slicks, but still couldn't beat Alex in a sprint :P Later bought sugar cane and went to the jetty to chill. Alex and I &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt;ed there. I'm starting to pace Alex, but I still can't catch up, and I tend to lag a bit after a while. After jetty we went to Rayner's condo to chill near the pool and &lt;em&gt;lim jui&lt;/em&gt; until Alex was high. Lolz just kidding. It would've been nice to 'ton there, but we didn't. Went home at 1 plus, nearly 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Where did the weekend go?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112705806087693694?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112705806087693694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112705806087693694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/cycle-until-shiok.html' title='Cycle until shiok'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112663451191135488</id><published>2005-09-14T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T03:06:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brudders</title><content type='html'>I was looking at Jas' blog and I saw that collage of the NJC girls soccer team. That reminded me of something similar that Ah Boy did and posted on his Friendster account. I smiled when I saw this, cuz it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/1600/05S15%20guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/853/1007/320/05S15%20guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top row (L to R): Justin "Tua Kang" Kong, Russell "Ah Pui" Chander (ME! I look so zhai! But I don't look pui hor?), Eugene "Cute Boy" Lim, Gabriel "Dadi" Yip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd row: Lim "Meng Nan" Hong Boon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3rd row: Lai "Ah Boy" Yongquan, Hubert "Pui Kia" Yim, Charles "Fishy" Low, Tan "Dayang" Hong Kuang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4th row: Tsang "Takfik" Tak Shing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last row: Gabriel "Ali" Lee, Alex "Ah Lam" Goh, Wong "Sueh Kia" Kah Chou, Roy "Pai Kia" Cher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;05S15 rox!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112663451191135488?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112663451191135488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112663451191135488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/brudders.html' title='Brudders'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112663333694310653</id><published>2005-09-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T01:42:17.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Spree</title><content type='html'>Well now I forgot where I was. No wait I remember where I stopped, but I can't remmber what happened next. No wait I think I remember what happened, but now I...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: After PW consultation that day, I went straight from school to Tampines MRT to Jurong East to meet Kit and Gaps to got to the Creative sale. I realised two things in the way there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was starting to look more and more out of place in my TPJC uniform the further West I got.&lt;br /&gt;2. Now I know what Jas meant last time by the train ride to the West was damn long. She and Qiqi came over for Kim's birthday last year, but she left early because she had to take the train all the way back to Tiong Bahru. Well Juring East IS further than Tiong Bahru, but to me it still seemed to take forever just to reach Tiong Bahru, especially since I didn't have any music with me. Kim borrowed my Altec Lansing earphones, and my Audio Technica headphones are beyond repair anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride was almost 50 minutes, and I didn't get up from Tamp all the way to JE. Deep vein thrombosis just waiting to pounce on you. Anyway finally met them at JE and we took the shuttle bus. On the way there, I realised that although I had been waiting for the Creative sale for a while (I need speakers and an MP3 player), I wasn't prepared for it now because I thought the next one was in November. Now I'm finally on the way there, but I didn't have a preset budget. I didn't even save any money for it. So I had to limit myself to about $100. As my kind of people would say: "Buy what sai?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did manage to get a 2.1 system for my com, but that meant no MP3, and I waas eyeing the Fatal1ty sound card, but yeah. We then left for the IMM building, where we ate at Han's, and then Gaps left to meet his family and I went with Kit to the pasar malam back at Bedok. Since my family was out of town, we thought of him staying over at my place, but that night was a bit inconvenient. Come to think of it, I should have made it convenient, cuz now with my parents around, he's never gonna get a chance to stay over. Dammit. So I went home and set up my speakers. Not the best there is, but not bad for $70, and it's a hell of a lot better than my old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Next morning Kit called me out (again) and we went cycling for a bit and had breakfast at our favourite bak chor mee stall at Katong. Then went for a little spin at ECP, where I tried his road bike. It was nice to ride, very nice actually, but I'd still stick to mountain bikes. I like the freedom of being able to go offroad once in a while. All this while when we were moving from Katong to ECP, we were trying to call people out and join us. Best bet was Gautam, but first time we called him, he was asleep, and second time he was in the bathroom, so that meant after the second call I had to wait for about an hour for him to get out. When I finally got him at 1050, we were on our way from Bedok Central to the bike shop behind Bedok Stadium, cuz&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I wanted to get carbon bar ends for my bike (been meaning to get those for quite a while). Anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaps: Hey you called?&lt;br /&gt;Russ: Huh? Oh it's nothing. Kit and I were out cycling and we were wondering if you could come out and join us.&lt;br /&gt;G: Huh? Aren't you meeting them?&lt;br /&gt;R: (???) Who?&lt;br /&gt;G: 4/1 lah. They're having lunch with Miss Peh, right?&lt;br /&gt;R: OH SHIT that's today?! I completely forgot... shit shit... okie... er wait what time are they meeting her?&lt;br /&gt;G: In about... er... 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;R: ... shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gave Alex a ring after that, but it seemed that everyone was running late. So typical of 4/1. Wahhaa... I see nothing's changed, although a lot has. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after getting bar edns and having my derailleurs retuned, I rushed home and took a shower and a cab to Changi Airport, where they were meeting Miss Peh. Apparently I was the latest, but not everyone was there. When I got there, there was Alex, KX, Chuen Yang (the Ah Pui of 4/1), Yun Shan, Valerie, Lina, Li Shi, Baoyun, Da Zun and HK at Popeye's. We had fun there talking to Miss Peh and reminiscing about the old days in her English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about our class, BVSS 4E1 2004, and it suddenly stuck me how we have all split ways and how some of us, bonded as we were during our BV days, have all lost contact with each other already. I haven't spoken to Regina properly since I ran into her when she was working at TM Breeks (met her at BV at Teachers' Day but didn't talk to her) and some people like Hui Min and David I've totally lost track and haven't seen since the release of our O Level results. People like Sam, Jilly, Ani and Suk Lin are all over the world, I can't keep track. Heard that Suk's facing some complications at NZ and she can't come back. I miss the old days and the old ways. The CBD, the countryside, the forests and the swamp, and who could forget Ah Pui the power plant and Joanne the Oil Refinery (was that what she was?) Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after lunch we split ways and said our goodbyes to Miss Peh for now. Her condition isn't improving. Alex, KX, Val and I went to Orchard to meet Tyng Tyng, Mei Shan and Nicholas Yong to buy a present for Adeline. But the guys didn't stay long, and later the four of us went to Kit's house to crash and (for lack of a better phrase) pia XBox, NFS Underground 2 in particular. Alex still has Initial D euphoria; he took a Toyota Corolla and painted it white so it looked like an AE 86, and he then proceeded to pwn all of us at the downhill track. He says he's gonna train for next year's WCG. Good luck to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got home, and so did my family. And Chuckie! He seems more lethargic lately, although he still is sprightly at times. I guess that's how Shih Tzus turn out in the end. So in the 3 days that they were away, I spent $25 on Gundam SEED Destiny, $78 on new Creative speakers and $29 on bar ends. She got a shock! Lucky I didn't tell her I also stayed out late and got written up by the fuzz. I don't wish to imagine her reaction to THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112663333694310653?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112663333694310653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112663333694310653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/spending-spree.html' title='Spending Spree'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112645670841495340</id><published>2005-09-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T00:55:12.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild night</title><content type='html'>Well I did it again. I delayed blogging, so now I have to catch up on a few day's worth of entries. Well I'll warn you now, this could be another long entry, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: My family left for Malaysia, so that meant that from then till Saturday, I had the whole house to myself. It's fun being alone by yourself, but I only stayed because I foresaw that I would be getting on with a lot of work these few days; work that especially required a functioning computer with an Internet connection. It wasn't the first time I was home alone because my family were abroad, and I remembered how peacefully quiet the house was then when my sister wasn't around. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Star Wars: Episode II (again) and something impulsed me to get up and go to Tampines Mall to see if Episode III was out yet. I figured that if Initial D was out already, Episode III was bound to be out soon. So I got changed, but before I could leave, I got a call:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Hello, Russell?&lt;br /&gt;Russell: Er, yeah... who's this?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: This is Miss Yap here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at that point, I thought she was my auntie, cuz I have an auntie with the surename Yap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell: Uh huh... what's up?&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yap: Russell, where's your EoM?&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realised I was talking to Miss Yap, my PW tutor.&lt;br /&gt;R: (wtf...shit...) Er... I'm working on it...&lt;br /&gt;Y: Well you had better be, other people have been working on their's already, but you haven't sent me a single draft.&lt;br /&gt;R: Yeah I know, I'm working on it, don't worry...&lt;br /&gt;Y: Oh, I'M not worried. Everyone has showed me their work already except you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, that's when I REALLY started to panic, because "everyone" probably included Alex too, and you could always count on good ol' Alex to NOT do any of his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I reassured her constantly that I would send in a draft to her online by tonight. She told me that she would be in school the next day from 1 to 3 in the MRL, so I could meet her and seek council about my work. She then told me to tell the rest of my PW group that she would be in school, and she proceeded to tell me the names of ALL the people in my group as if I didn't know them, and repeated everything she said about where she was the next day and how to find her. Was relieved to put down the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to TM area for a few things. Return a few overdue books (that C++ book Gaps borrowed is STILL overdue, ever since July), go to the arcade to try the Inertia Drift (but decided against it), window shop at RSH for a cycling top ($39 for a white sleeveless?!) and find Episode III. It wasn't out yet, but something compelled me to go to Laserflair, and that's when I found, (and bought) Gundam Seed Destiny first box. I was waiting for it for longer than Episode III, so yeah the trip wasn't fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even halfway through with this entry. Sorry, just hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-Friday: Probably the most fun I've had in a while. Kit asked me out to hang with him and Gaps, but he wanted to meet at 9. That wouldn't be good, because I had to me home by 9 and my Dad would call to check. Did up my EoM, and then my Dad calls at 10 plus. I told him I was sleeping soon. At 11, I left the house on my bike to meet Alex, KX, Ah Bush, Shaun Lim and Dennis at 85. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate there and slacked, until we couldn't stand the smoke and decided to move. So we cycled (Ah Bush ran) to the HDB playground opposite from 85. So we just slacked there talking about anything, from crazy people from TPJC to crazy people from SRJC to crazy people in BV, and Alex started farting uncontrollably. Well that was all good, but he did it in my face. The we were messing about in the playground, with KX cracking horny jokes, and made such a ruckuss at 1 in the morning, until this maat came down with this minah and a chinese guy and started to tell us off for waking his wife and son. Son?! That guy looks no more than 3 years older than us. So they said their bit and left, and we decided to go too. The fact that they were carrying sawn-off bamboo poles weren't the reason for our change of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to the fountain behind 85 to slack some more. Dennis, Shaun and I started talking about Warcraft III and DotA, up to the point that Alex got annoyed. We were chased out again, this time by the revolting smell from the monsoon drain nearby. Shaun went home (most probably to play DotA) and the rest uof us cycled to the 2-storey carpark behing the marketplace near BV. The second floor was open deck, and it was like a straight 50 m stretch of pure carpark. Excellent for drag racing. The idea of underground racing at 3 in the morning was exciting, especially after Initial D, and even moreso for a few of us that play NFS Underground 2. Well let's just say that I need more training. KX and Dennis managed to map out a short sprint course of the place, which involved a sprint down the 50 m stretch, a 180 degree hairpin and down the side of the carpark, another hairpin that takes you into the first deck, and out the other exit and up again and a finish at the starting point, which left you about 15 m to brake from 30+ km/h to 0, or you'll end up kissing the asphalt 1 floor down. Sounds fun eh? We did time trials, as it would be too dangerous for 5 of us to race at the same time. As Alex adequately put in his blog, here are our approximate timings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: 00:01:12 (that's 1 min 12 seconds, mind you)&lt;br /&gt;KX: 00:01:14&lt;br /&gt;Russ: 00:01:20&lt;br /&gt;Dennis: 00:01:25&lt;br /&gt;Ah Bush: Busted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you heard right. Right when Ah Bush turned into the first deck, a white car started to approach. We were a bit nervous because of the proximity of the car to Ah Bush, but that became the least of our problems when the car turned into the deck, so that we were able to see the omnious word "POLICE" on the side. Then we heard doors slamming and people shouting, and the rest of us were scared out of our wits. Alex wanted to make a break for it... but he didn't. A cop comes to the top deck and rounds us up. So we were there on the bottom deck rounded up like a pack of druggies, except that we weren't cuffed and made to squat. They were questioning Bush, with questions like "If you really are cycling, then why are you in jeans?" -_-" SO they took our names down and told us to beat it. Nothing big, once you get over the initial shock. We got lucky, especially since they rounded up our most innocent member first, and the only one who wasn't speeding, and they didn't bother to search us, cuz we lied when we said we didn't bring ID (we always say that), and that they didn't question us further, especially after Alex told then we were around for only 1/2 an hour, cuz if they got a disturbance call earlier than that we would have been screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we didn't go home. Went to the marketplace to chill at the coffeeshop. We went to Cheers to get a drink, where we met the most obnoxious senior citizen cashier. An offer sign in the shop said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justea Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;- w/ peach&lt;br /&gt;- w/ lemon&lt;br /&gt;2 for $1.45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Alex and I got 2 lemons and went to pay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cashier: Okie $2.45 please.&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Huh? Thought it was $1.45?&lt;br /&gt;C: No... I keyed it in and it says $2.45.&lt;br /&gt;Russ: No, it says here 2 for $1.45.&lt;br /&gt;C: Er... I think that's for Justea&lt;br /&gt;A: Yah what! Justea!&lt;br /&gt;C: *looks at sign* No must be one peach and one lemon... no more peach liao&lt;br /&gt;A: ....&lt;br /&gt;R: Ah screw it lah! I'm getting another drink.&lt;br /&gt;C: Er... I keyed it in already, the 2 lemons. Can you buy them?&lt;br /&gt;At this point, Alex and I were both like wtf... so we just bought the drinks and left. Alex almost wanted to slam the money in front of the guy. Give senior citizens a chance to learn and adapt to their jobs? Hah.... I'll try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slacked at the coffee shop till 6 plus, and then Dennis went home. So the 4 of us (Ah Bush on Dennis' bike) cycled to ECP to watch the sunrise. Ah Bush's cycling wasn't very good, but then again his parents don't even let him cycle, so yeah. We got to Bedok jetty in time, but we couldn't see shit because it was so damn cloudy. Not long after we decided to go home. Reached home at 8 plus nearly 9, and I had a PW meeting at 11. So what to do? Relax a bit and go, or sleep for an hour and go? I didn't want to sleep for fear of oversleeping, so I tried to occupy myself by watching Destiny, but 2 episodes later I couldn't take it, so I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1230.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since I missed PW meeting, I decided to go to school just to see Miss Yap, and maybe to explain myself to Eng Yong on why I missed the meeting. Well apparently Ah Boy and Cute Boy weren't there either. That Miss Yap didn't even see my EoM. Well just as well, cuz it turns out the file I sent her got corrupted. So essentially I went there to wait around for nearly an hour, and then gave ger the hard copy, and that was it. I would have to wait for Monday to see her comments. What the hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is frighteningly long, so I guess I'll continue on another entry. Hehe sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112645670841495340?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112645670841495340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112645670841495340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/wild-night.html' title='Wild night'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12088991.post-112611695164448191</id><published>2005-09-08T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:15:53.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lizards can't skate</title><content type='html'>I have an alarm clock in my room, and I use it, but for all the effect it has on me, I might as well have bought a.... thingy that... makes a lot of noise till I bang it on the head... cuz that's what my alarm clock does. Well it's not its fault, it's just that I keep hitting the snooze button until I ultimately ignore the alarm and sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short I overslept and was late for Maths mass tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went to Uncle Louis to eat with Ah Lam, Ah Boy, Fishy, Meng Nan, Ali and Lizhen (Lizard). I swear we never get sick of the place. Then the group of us went home and later met at ECP to cycle and blade. Well, Ali had violin class and Fishy gave some lame excuse so the didn't come. Went to the bike shop for a while. There was sth funny with the rear hub but today no problem. Also went there to scout prices for carbon bar ends and road tyres. Not bad... cheaper than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled to the coffee shop near Ah Lam's house to meet him, then went to ECP together. They weren't there yet, so we went cycling about. Found a new bridge at the extreme west end of ECP, and there were hardly any people there at the other side. Found a 0.8 km stretch of STRAIGHT road. Wah shiok there can have nighttime underground drag racing. Wahaha still have Initial D euphoria. Met the gang later, and met Ah Boy's friend. Wah Lizard chao n00b at skating lah. She had her own skates, but can walk faster than she skates. So we moved damn slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were messing with her and decided to chiong ahead of her and leave her behind. The a big group of NS trainees runs past her, and then half of them started shouting and giving her wolf whistles! Wahaha talk about sexually deprived. But she was damn slow still, so it was all up to Ah Boy the national skating champ (I'm serious, he is) to pull her along. So cycle, rest at jetty, cycle, drink at hawker centre, cycle, rest at another jetty, cycle, drink at hawker centre again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today suay for Ah Lam. He and I were cycling together behind the rest, when this blader suddenly decides to turn. Alex clips him a little, but mainly avoids him to the left, jams the brakes and flies off his bike. I jam my brakes too, but in the end I collide head on into him. I was destabalised but he was floored immediately (Scott vs. blades... who d'you think will win?) Nth happened to me and my bike, but Alex kenna cut, his left bar end is fucked and Ah Boy's camera, which was in his hand, was saved from total obliteration but slightly damaged nonetheless. Wah sian lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what else happened? Oh Ah Lam taught me the rear wheel jump and Ah Boy taught us how to drift. Dadi jioned us later (wah he ride stunt bike) and Lizard had to go. Cycled a bit more, and then went to eat at Marine Cove that hawker centre. Then we split ways; the bladers took bus home, and Dadi, Ah Lam and me took the coastal way to ITE Simei. Got one part pf the road kan ulu lah... no lights! Well it was fun lah, especially more so when we switched off our own lights. Cycled to ITE Simei, the took seperate routes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... cycling from 1 to 9. Damn tiring, and now my back hurts lah! And my hands get numb and the bloodflow gets all funny after excessive riding. I need bar ends. I need a lot of things. Bar ends, road tyres, mp3 player, new speakers, better sports apparel, completed 1 and 2 star kayaking courses.... oh yah, and a pass for my promos. I haven't been studying these few days lah. I'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12088991-112611695164448191?l=nitroboy27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112611695164448191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12088991/posts/default/112611695164448191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nitroboy27.blogspot.com/2005/09/lizards-cant-skate.html' title='Lizards can&apos;t skate'/><author><name>Russell Chander</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00753685045102869608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
