<?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-3493120836679052680</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:34:29.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thE eARly biRdS CatCh tHe wOrMS, thE EaRly woRMs gEt EaTeN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-3453413319302719364</id><published>2010-11-02T14:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T15:31:01.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Roads to Lead to Rome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbXMDPAVWYU/TM-78dk_MUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9UJaCuEHA4A/s1600/Roads+of+Rome.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbXMDPAVWYU/TM-78dk_MUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9UJaCuEHA4A/s320/Roads+of+Rome.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534849114467938626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where is Rome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i know that's a metaphor. Fine. Then what is Rome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world of freedom of choice, everyone can choose what they want. Therefore, it seems as though one man's Rome is probably another man's eh, i dunno, Brasília?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any means will bring you to any end? That doesn't seem to make sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is too chim for me to handle. Let's reconsider Rome as a destination then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the only thing that everyone has in common no matter who you are is that everone will die.                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's ignoring the possiblities brought about by cryonics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ignoring the after life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-3453413319302719364?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3453413319302719364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=3453413319302719364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/3453413319302719364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/3453413319302719364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-roads-to-lead-to-rome.html' title='All Roads to Lead to Rome'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tbXMDPAVWYU/TM-78dk_MUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9UJaCuEHA4A/s72-c/Roads+of+Rome.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-4952756671780801724</id><published>2010-06-03T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:30:06.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I pray that medical science can save me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking of this recently for i also dunno what reason.  I think it is a quote from 'The Simpsons' but i can't confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I tried cooking on Vesak Day and touched the frying pan for the first time in more than 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my luck: the egg was beautifully cooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i knew better than to believe in my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toaster spoilt and whatever that was inside got burnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-4952756671780801724?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4952756671780801724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=4952756671780801724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4952756671780801724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4952756671780801724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-pray-that-medical-science-can-save-me.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-6972040517833977324</id><published>2010-04-07T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:53:01.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In what seems like the blink of the eye (i haven't blinked the other yet), another month has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to talk about growing moustaches like i did the other time. Rather, i believe that this month has brought us closer to May. And june. And july. And august. And so on. Whichever may be the month that holds a special meaning for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound dumb, but there's nothing much to do if one has nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I've been thinking. Strong weapon + strong shield = 自相矛盾？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-6972040517833977324?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/6972040517833977324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=6972040517833977324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/6972040517833977324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/6972040517833977324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-what-seems-like-blink-of-eye-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-5360820777543571809</id><published>2010-03-10T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:54:43.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, i originally intended to answer my own question on 'the world' with the help of some numbers concerning the size of the universe but i can't find the youtube video that made such an impression on me. So anyway, i'll just put it in my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to that video, the universe, which is still expanding at this time as i type, the universe is big. F-ing huge. To help put things into clearer perspective, that video used one small part of the universe to make the matter simpler for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us consider the solar system. Or to be more precise, let us look at Jupiter, the biggest planet in the solar system and Earth, the place we call home. If we are to create a to-scale diagram of the solar system and we take Earth to be the size of a pea, Jupiter would be the size of ten peas. If we put the one pea that we call Earth on the ground, the ten peas that represent Jupiter would be 100 floors up. 100 floors is a few times taller than your typical flat. And that is only the distance from Earth to Jupiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-5360820777543571809?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5360820777543571809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=5360820777543571809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5360820777543571809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5360820777543571809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-i-originally-intended-to-answer-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-8130210022833515501</id><published>2010-03-03T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T23:03:28.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, That Was A Long Break</title><content type='html'>I haven't touched this blog for a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my duty, got to ndp, got screwed, got angry, got some ideas, got my ic, got to korea,  got my house painted, got a job, got to meet some nice ppl, got another job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i initially had plans to write about my trip to korea after some instigation from some of my friends. But procrastination got in the way and i've delayed blogging until now, which is 2 months after i got back. Maybe i'll do it another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this year, I may have grown tired, grown more sceptical and grown some moustache. But i can't say for sure if i've grown more mature. It seems as though the more we know, the more we realise that there are still more things out there that we don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, we are spoon fed information that we've been told is good for us. We get to the point when we are convinced that we are able to solve anything in the world. And then we realise, that what we think we know about the world is not even the tip of the ice berg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 'the world' anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-8130210022833515501?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8130210022833515501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=8130210022833515501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/8130210022833515501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/8130210022833515501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-that-was-long-break.html' title='Well, That Was A Long Break'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-5808705590688643226</id><published>2009-02-16T20:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:41:32.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few months of not having a full weekend AND missing my Christmas AND New Year AS WELL AS 除夕和初二  has made me appreciate a group of people who are always left out of the celebration because such is the nature of their job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Policeman (as in the REAL sign on policeman and woman)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nurses (they pop up in my mind for some reason)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doctors (since i've included nurses)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taxi and bus drivers (w/o them, i can't even book out even if it's a PH)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lots of many others whom i've forgotten.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And of course, the most forgotten, unappreciated, misunderstood of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-5808705590688643226?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5808705590688643226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=5808705590688643226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5808705590688643226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5808705590688643226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-months-of-not-having-full-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-1699943266273579793</id><published>2008-12-13T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:26:36.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday is the same old routine over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've forgotten what a weekend is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's in store for me after ns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that male and female friends usually cannot go out as a pair because apparently something is wrong if you do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also feel that there is something wrong about being nice, exactly what, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the advertisement on tv asking where one will be on the last moment is also particularly annoying and demoralising as i know i will be on duty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-1699943266273579793?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1699943266273579793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=1699943266273579793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/1699943266273579793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/1699943266273579793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-im-going-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-5836682147742498439</id><published>2008-10-10T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:31:19.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i was having lunch with this friend of mine whom i know during NS, who was also from PJ though i didn't know him back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were having lunch when this whole lot of pioneers came in and started taking their seats around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friend's estimation, today should be the farewell assembly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly ****! IT HAS BEEN A YEAR SINCE I LEFT SCHOOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-5836682147742498439?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5836682147742498439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=5836682147742498439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5836682147742498439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5836682147742498439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-i-was-having-lunch-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-2060437789689629912</id><published>2008-08-11T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:13:07.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, if it is true that the average guy thinks of sex every 6 seconds, that means I have only about 5 seconds to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dreaming of ORDing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonder about my random question of the moment&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worry about my uni place (to be precise, my lack of it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being afraid of the chances that are slipping by while i stand here not doing anything&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snap back to the present moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-2060437789689629912?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2060437789689629912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=2060437789689629912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2060437789689629912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2060437789689629912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-if-it-is-true-that-average-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-2684561244414498717</id><published>2008-07-15T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:06:05.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;6 months have passed since the start of what is supposed to be my most life changing experience of a lifetime and…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’m sprouting vulgarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I feel that I’m growing stupid as I have not done anything academic for the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I find myself looking at girls like I’ve never seen one before (sometimes with dire consequences).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I realised that acting blur will not be enough – I need to act smart as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I heard, not for the first time, that confidence must come from within oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I miss school life, where things appear to be simpler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7)&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:7;"  &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I still have no idea what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Life changing experience of a lifetime indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-2684561244414498717?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2684561244414498717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=2684561244414498717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2684561244414498717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2684561244414498717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/6-months-have-passed-since-start-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-2301611285066840375</id><published>2008-07-03T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:53:26.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i've finally found something in the stupid maze of everything and nothing that is called my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it has directed me to go find another thing that is sealed somewhere else in the maze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-2301611285066840375?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2301611285066840375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=2301611285066840375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2301611285066840375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2301611285066840375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-ive-finally-found-something-in.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-1032446162398076413</id><published>2008-04-25T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T23:58:24.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'...and you are only allowed to sit on your bed. You are not supposed to rest on your bed during...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or at least, based on what i remember, he said something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, me being me, i came up with other uses for the beds in my bunk such as:&lt;br /&gt;1) doing crunches but not going up&lt;br /&gt;2) doing sit-ups but not going up&lt;br /&gt;3) doing push-ups and going down once without going up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, my bunk mate reminded me that if i'm caught doing any of the three above, i might be rewarded with the chance of doing more sets of crunches/sit-ups/push-ups than i bargained for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-1032446162398076413?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1032446162398076413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=1032446162398076413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/1032446162398076413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/1032446162398076413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-1352060898363187320</id><published>2008-04-19T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:05:40.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess life will always suck wherever one might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during school days, because of exams, homework, teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during holidays, because of the boredom, holiday assignmentSSS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during ns, because of blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all this in addition to whatever other problems one might face in daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's one's outlook to life that matters bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-1352060898363187320?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1352060898363187320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=1352060898363187320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/1352060898363187320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/1352060898363187320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-guess-life-will-always-suck-wherever.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-617416919018123315</id><published>2008-02-17T15:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T16:32:36.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now i've 2 lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One on mainland singapore where i am a blur dork who likes to wander the streets people watching, worrying about my a level results and what will happen 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One on an island east of mainland singapore where i am a blur dork who likes to err... (well, i'll fill in this blank another day), worrying about everything to do with that island and what will happen within these 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder superheros who conceal their true identity are all so stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds  me, i wonder what happened to spiderman after  the civil war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this past month has been a great learning experience for me. For example, i now know that toothpaste has a variety of uses such as being an effective cleaner of kiwi stains on the floor, preventing the underside of a messtin from being burnt etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if nothing at all, i have learnt to appreciate many of the things that i have taken for granted all these years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-617416919018123315?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/617416919018123315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=617416919018123315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/617416919018123315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/617416919018123315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-now-ive-2-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-3139749091216212025</id><published>2008-01-07T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:31:58.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired and adapted (w/o permission) from one of guo dong's posts</title><content type='html'>Went to buy stuff for army with my classmates and my classmate's classmates at beach road yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The more we walked the more I :&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;wondered how my grades will be like and how I would respond to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was so tired I felt like sleeping along wherever i was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realised that I was blind for a long, long time and didn't realise that there's this special breed of human beings called girls who are darn attractive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;felt that point 4 came a bit too late in my life as i'm about to enter NS, a world where girls are even harder to come by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;realised that I miss school a lot even though I grumble almost every single day whilst travelling to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am darn broke and I didn't know where the hell all my pay went to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wondered how I am going to survive the adult world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wondered, more specifically, how I am going to survive NS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;think that whatever I feel towards something or someone is just a screwed up chemical reaction in my body&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a dork&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-3139749091216212025?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3139749091216212025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=3139749091216212025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/3139749091216212025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/3139749091216212025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/01/inspired-and-adapted-wo-permission-from.html' title='Inspired and adapted (w/o permission) from one of guo dong&apos;s posts'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-8384498017287979177</id><published>2008-01-03T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T02:31:28.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last 5 hours of 2007 &amp; first 5 hours of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Starbucks Java-chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Can't find uniform so ran a few laps between banquet office and laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Start work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Break: eat stuff from buffet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Restart work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Some girls that i only know by sight wished me happy new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kicked a table (accident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Failed to carry something that looks like a table top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Met people who started work at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Carried/ failed to carry some more things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Goodbye Hyatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-8384498017287979177?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8384498017287979177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=8384498017287979177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/8384498017287979177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/8384498017287979177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-last-5-hours-of-2007-first-5-hours.html' title='My last 5 hours of 2007 &amp; first 5 hours of 2008'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-3699427452474429379</id><published>2007-12-31T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:30:25.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 days ago at work, i was assigned the task of checking if the vinegar bottle is filled with vinegar and not some other dark coloured liquid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i opened the bottle, an Unidentified Flying Organism came, well for lack of a better word, flying out of the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess this calls for a celebration as i've never seen any life forms in the hotel other than human beings which have the freedom to move about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please take note that this freedom of movement is not available to those people in uniform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-3699427452474429379?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3699427452474429379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=3699427452474429379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/3699427452474429379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/3699427452474429379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-days-ago-at-work-i-was-assigned-task.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-4847128811454564048</id><published>2007-12-17T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T03:40:55.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For $5/hr on weekdays and $6/hr on weekends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually put gel on my hair, when it had taken the effort of half the guys in my class to pin me to a chair so that someone could do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met a fellow ex-pioneer, who's 1 yr my senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bear with my managers for hours, plotting of ways to make them burst a blood vessel on my last day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear in my head numerous times, making me wonder if my own blood vessel will burst first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i run like mad to catch the last train to jurong east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot a lot of the things i thought of during work, which doesn't really matter since after my censorship, there won't be much things left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-4847128811454564048?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4847128811454564048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=4847128811454564048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4847128811454564048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4847128811454564048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/12/for-5hr-on-weekdays-and-6hr-on-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-1019541193885087022</id><published>2007-12-11T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T03:19:46.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 years ago, both the service industry &amp; i were glad to see the last of each other, that was assuming i remain uninterested in the hotel management and tourism course in our local unis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years down the road, i am still uninterested in the hotel management and tourism course in our local unis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm back (rather unwillingly), as though trying to prove to myself my theory that people do all sorts of funny things for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hopefully i won't spoil anyone's day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-1019541193885087022?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/1019541193885087022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=1019541193885087022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/1019541193885087022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/1019541193885087022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-years-ago-both-service-industry-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-2569043426438555882</id><published>2007-12-02T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T02:26:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellion</title><content type='html'>I once read/ heard from some forgotten/ imaginary source that going against their parents is considered normal behaviour for someone making the transition from childhood to adulthood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is rebellion needed for one to earn the right to start growing up? To show that one has a mind of one's own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some, which i infer from a real source, who believe that this shows that one is still immature and thus, is not to be considered as an adult yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how does one make this transition peacefully, how does one show that 'hey dad, hey mom, please don't faint or get a heart attack or anything, but i can think for myself'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-2569043426438555882?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2569043426438555882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=2569043426438555882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2569043426438555882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2569043426438555882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/12/rebellion.html' title='Rebellion'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-4874606633709285416</id><published>2007-11-20T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:54:29.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-4874606633709285416?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4874606633709285416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=4874606633709285416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4874606633709285416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4874606633709285416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/11/game-over.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-5102304303303669742</id><published>2007-10-13T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T01:33:06.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 16 (13 Oct 07)</title><content type='html'>And that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more walking to sch and looking out for familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tutorials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more wandering around the sch alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more spontaneous and randomly occurring class lunch(es).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more going out for dinner before nite study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more nite study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w/o realising it, i've graduated. Damn, now wad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-5102304303303669742?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5102304303303669742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=5102304303303669742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5102304303303669742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5102304303303669742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-16-13-oct-07.html' title='DAY 16 (13 Oct 07)'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-3483657564313314877</id><published>2007-08-29T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:42:17.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 61 (29 Aug 07)</title><content type='html'>Finally settled payment for grad nite. And we're sitting at the back of the place. Siao liao lah. They all sure complain one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks or so, i've been thinking of my grades as doing a bungee jump without the bungee. But last sat, diana said sth that sounded pretty inspiring, even though she might not have realised it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i want to try the reverse bungee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reverse bungee. You shoot upwards. Maybe my grades should try this now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 months to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-3483657564313314877?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/3483657564313314877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=3483657564313314877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/3483657564313314877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/3483657564313314877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-61-29-aug-07.html' title='DAY 61 (29 Aug 07)'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-2100668741894368728</id><published>2007-08-18T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:14:50.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 74 (17 Aug 07)</title><content type='html'>Went to see fireworks with 4 of my classmates. Quite a significant drop compared to the no. of ppl who went last yr. Now that i think about it, that's about half of last yr. Maybe the no. of going has a half-life of 1 yr. So meaning in 2 yrs time there'll only be 1 person going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-2100668741894368728?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2100668741894368728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=2100668741894368728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2100668741894368728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2100668741894368728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-74-17-aug-07.html' title='DAY 74 (17 Aug 07)'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-5344752367332207510</id><published>2007-08-03T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T00:34:15.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 88 (2 Aug 07)</title><content type='html'>reverting back to the way i studied for my promos. maybe it'll help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and running as well as coffee helps improve one's mood, i think.&lt;br /&gt;recommended dosage: once in a while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-5344752367332207510?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5344752367332207510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=5344752367332207510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5344752367332207510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5344752367332207510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-88-2-aug-07.html' title='DAY 88 (2 Aug 07)'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-4187991790667794183</id><published>2007-07-28T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:33:34.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 95 (26 Jul 07)</title><content type='html'>Didn't go sch as i had medical checkup. As i thought i was running late, i ignored the free shuttle bus, paid 45cents to hop on a public bus, crossed the overhead bridge, wandered along the road, and made it to the main building of the hospital at the same time as the shuttle bus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-4187991790667794183?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4187991790667794183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=4187991790667794183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4187991790667794183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4187991790667794183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-95-26-jul-07.html' title='DAY 95 (26 Jul 07)'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-8550347401872140077</id><published>2007-07-27T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:19:49.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 96 (25 Jul 07)</title><content type='html'>国宝's PW grp organised this movie screening in LT2 to conduct some survey. i went there and almost had the whole LT to myself. Nonetheless, a rather pleasant break from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i figured out ANOTHER one of my problems with studying.  Once i feel depressed (or as jellyfish would put it, emo), that's it. I'll derail and spend ages on 1 stupid qn that could be done in &lt;15min.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-8550347401872140077?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/8550347401872140077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=8550347401872140077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/8550347401872140077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/8550347401872140077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-96-25-jul-07.html' title='DAY 96 (25 Jul 07)'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-7352940024909609694</id><published>2007-07-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:58:43.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 98 (23 Jul 07)</title><content type='html'>There was a physics lecture test which i had forgotten all about until my friend informed me on my way to sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about being on the right track to doing well for A levels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-7352940024909609694?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/7352940024909609694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=7352940024909609694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/7352940024909609694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/7352940024909609694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-98-23-jul-07.html' title='DAY 98 (23 Jul 07)'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-2449383439453742938</id><published>2007-07-23T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:30:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 99 (22 Jul 07)</title><content type='html'>-proved that i'm always very cranky on sundays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-weather was against idea of playing badminton outdoors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pondering over my friends' advice on my ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-confused about whether to do hw or revision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 days from my A levels. The countdown begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-2449383439453742938?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2449383439453742938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=2449383439453742938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2449383439453742938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2449383439453742938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-99-22-jul-07.html' title='DAY 99 (22 Jul 07)'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-838787641718963349</id><published>2007-07-15T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T02:49:42.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration from college day &amp; tv</title><content type='html'>Ya know how things are like in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the monotonous blackness of night that makes the stars as beautiful as they are; the average joe that makes the guy next to him look hunky; the audience who didn’t get anything that claps for the awardees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of us cmi (can make it), there are also some of us who cmi (cannot make it). But i think we can change our position, whether we cmi or cmi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m going to need help. Lots of it. And call me unrealistic or wierd or anything, but i wanna help my friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My motivation for myself usually only last a few minutes/hours/days b4 the flame goes out. Let’s see how long this one lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-838787641718963349?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/838787641718963349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=838787641718963349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/838787641718963349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/838787641718963349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/07/inspiration-from-college-day-tv.html' title='inspiration from college day &amp; tv'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-2025153568788973646</id><published>2007-07-03T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T18:06:18.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUOTE OF THE DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' hey, i can cook myself!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-by a poor fellow PJian who had the misfortune of letting 2 historified dudes overhear her conversation with her friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-2025153568788973646?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-2649637106950114530</id><published>2007-05-23T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:35:54.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd, i went to watch spiderman 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was better than expected since my expectations have been lowered by my classmates' spoilers, which didn't come out in the movie (eg venom didn't die 'cos a taxi landed on his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this might be a gd thing 'cos the movie isn't spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it might be a bad thing 'cos i might have spent $7 on sth that isn't spiderman 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, 1 of the reasons why i enjoyed the movie (other than the fact tt i'm v biased) is that the movie gave some credit to friendship, sth that is often left out of the spotlight (but of course harry just had to die at the end of the movie, haiz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, the movie also included some philosophy and this time, it's about forgiveness, sth which we frequently seek fr others and ourselves, sth which we frequently refuse to give to others and ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-2649637106950114530?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/2649637106950114530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=2649637106950114530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2649637106950114530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/2649637106950114530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/05/ytd-i-went-to-watch-spiderman-3.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-5768101638472038530</id><published>2007-05-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T08:33:39.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, jellyfish and i were somewhere near the toilet when a big, black, flying bug (a bee? a hornet? a fly?) decided to drop by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching its flight for a while, i was distracted by the appearance of xue ting, who screamed and ran off when I said hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s hope it’s because of the fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-5768101638472038530?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5768101638472038530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=5768101638472038530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5768101638472038530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5768101638472038530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-jellyfish-and-i-were-somewhere.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-5689388180169193580</id><published>2007-03-09T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:52:25.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably the reason why i'll screw up my gp for comm</title><content type='html'>During Wednesday’s GP, we learnt that fishes in fishbowls are not aware that they are being watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not really. But patricia khor did say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that set me thinking. Wad if the fish actually knows what’s going on? Wad if that fish was a goldfish, with its supposed 3 seconds of memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bulldog (wow, he was awake!) and i came up with the scenario below. I further edited it so that it still makes sense w/o the necessary actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st second&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish: Oh, someone is watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd second&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish: Hey! Doesn’t this mean my rights have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd second&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish (cont’d): infringed by… Err… who arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th second&lt;br /&gt;Goldfish: Oh, someone is watching me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cycle goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-5689388180169193580?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/5689388180169193580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=5689388180169193580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5689388180169193580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/5689388180169193580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/03/probably-reason-why-ill-screw-up-my-gp.html' title='Probably the reason why i&apos;ll screw up my gp for comm'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-4405955270795871182</id><published>2007-02-04T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:03:38.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;A tribute post to a friend of mine, who signed of  one of his emails about a homework with&lt;br /&gt;'......... &lt;span&gt;aka de ultimate (call me that, please! hahha)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a little conversation i had with him online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh, mr ultimate?&lt;br /&gt;him: yes! that's me!!!&lt;br /&gt;him: hahhahahha&lt;br /&gt;him: yea, my dear sire? how can i help you?&lt;br /&gt;him: hahahha&lt;br /&gt;me: u didn't attach the slides&lt;br /&gt;him: oh, shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"-_- 昆tat *_+ suffering from an over dosage of homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-4405955270795871182?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4405955270795871182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=4405955270795871182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4405955270795871182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4405955270795871182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/02/ahem-ahem.html' title=''/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493120836679052680.post-4201910749461178610</id><published>2007-01-02T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T08:31:25.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Beginning</title><content type='html'>Before i start anything, there're a few ppl i would like to thank for the creation of this blog:&lt;br /&gt;        -porkian king for introducing me to his blog. This had a land slide effect as i started reading               blogs from that day onwards.&lt;br /&gt;        -cyd for his continued efforts in pushing me to create a blog. Otherwise, i'll be too lazy to do               so.&lt;br /&gt;         -everone and anyone who is a part of my live thus giving me stuff to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i'll be writing about my view on daily matters, any bad ideas, stupid theories etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the content here, not the language, will be censored to some extent.  For a full account  of whatever goes through my mind, please put me through a brain scanner (or wadeva u call tt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups. So... happy reading!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-_-  昆tat  *_+  sickening  and complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3493120836679052680-4201910749461178610?l=half-a-glass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/feeds/4201910749461178610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3493120836679052680&amp;postID=4201910749461178610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4201910749461178610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3493120836679052680/posts/default/4201910749461178610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://half-a-glass.blogspot.com/2007/01/before-beginning.html' title='Before the Beginning'/><author><name>BLAH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284151176289914364</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
