<?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-1765594634803161679</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:53:07.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Domicilio.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765594634803161679.post-148365994584000011</id><published>2009-01-01T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:59:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SVzaXM_HHyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k7t0x5nUBzI/s1600-h/DSC_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SVzaXM_HHyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k7t0x5nUBzI/s320/DSC_0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286340154783899426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know no one reads this, but Happy New Year ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-148365994584000011?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/148365994584000011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=148365994584000011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/148365994584000011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/148365994584000011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-no-one-reads-this-but-happy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_luhwolaq_xA/SVzaXM_HHyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/k7t0x5nUBzI/s72-c/DSC_0170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765594634803161679.post-1534705749013353598</id><published>2008-11-01T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:43:33.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just having too much stress for my age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-1534705749013353598?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1534705749013353598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1534705749013353598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1534705749013353598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1534705749013353598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-having-too-much-stress-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-6655247774082586097</id><published>2008-10-23T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:19:41.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tanya says I've not been doing entries for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't really much for me to talk about at all, truth be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just at the stage where I'm hoping to be able to reach the stage of being silently confident to do things well to make up for last sememster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leg injury had a bad psychological effect on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-6655247774082586097?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6655247774082586097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=6655247774082586097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/6655247774082586097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/6655247774082586097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/10/tanya-says-ive-not-been-doing-entries.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-1250845037412605347</id><published>2008-09-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:46:04.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly speaking, I've never felt so unnerved in quite awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-1250845037412605347?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1250845037412605347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1250845037412605347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1250845037412605347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1250845037412605347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/09/frankly-speaking-ive-never-felt-so.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-6062906107632940145</id><published>2008-08-15T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:54:23.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one reads this anyway......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned 17 like 3 weeks ago? Then I felt like I had to do a recap of the last two years of my life, which I still vividly remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember starting Secondary Three brimming with confidence, on the back of a successful appeal into FG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand new year, brand new class, brand new CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have much say in having to change a CCA with injury forcing my hand. Though I guess I picked IT Club mainly because I was hoping for a CCA I could do minimal work and pass my days in peace.... right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt video editing, flunked my exams despite mugging like a machine, starting spending an incredible amount of time on CCA, and flunked more exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for OBS course on the back of having my ego badly dented from EOYs, but I guess I saw my determination being restored after completing the course? Not to mention the 14 others (or is it including myself) I met during the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into Sec 4 fresh and convinced that it will be my year and that I'm going to make things right. Still flunked exams and I had to went for tuition. Luckily I did? Cos I met two of the best mentors anyone could have for Chemistry and Add Maths. And not forgetting a someone who did provide motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a huge improvement during prelims and even one the first day of O Levels, there were still people around me in the mood for talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolled into TPJC for PAE, was in a constant dilema if I should do FSV, which I did in the end. Got closer to some pals, made more pals, rediscovered some more pals. Oh, not forgetting meeting Mr Adrian Tan and doing KI, which was a major redefining period in my life. My observation skills were significantly sharpened, critical thinking skills honed, helping me greatly today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left TPJC with a tinge of sadness, though partially due to not hitting on enough girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrolled in Ngee Ann, met more people, relinked with seniors, and went on learning and learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut all the crap short mainly because, it was really people, each of them awesome beyond words, who added the vibrant colours to my life. Some of whom I still talk to, some of whom I don't get to talk so regularly to, I know everyone is still around. If anyone of you people had been missing, I won't be the person I am today for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, all my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-6062906107632940145?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6062906107632940145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=6062906107632940145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/6062906107632940145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/6062906107632940145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-one-reads-this-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-638963989001777531</id><published>2008-07-30T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:11:52.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met a really nice girl while waiting for a cab at the Clementi station today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I was trying to look for a cab that accepted Nets payment before asking her if she wanted to share the cab with me. Guess she took the initiative first and asked if I wanna share. Turned out she had an exam today too. She was surprisingly easy to get along with, had a sweet voice, didn't even look like the Year 3 she was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. Didn't have the time to ask her for her name and contact. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the disjointed post, I guess I'm just as disjointed today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-638963989001777531?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/638963989001777531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=638963989001777531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/638963989001777531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/638963989001777531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/07/met-really-nice-girl-while-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-3944718717801071456</id><published>2008-07-08T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:16:26.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really appreciate people who wait till credits are finished before leaving the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toying with the idea of starting a production team.... hmm. Anyone up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-3944718717801071456?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3944718717801071456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=3944718717801071456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/3944718717801071456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/3944718717801071456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-really-appreciate-people-who-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-8673728448458548140</id><published>2008-06-20T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:36:21.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;Full Metal Panic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most lich gals = poor attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most pretty gals = princess attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most bui bui gals = chio bu attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most average looking gals = good attitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big breast = small brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW beauty is to the eye of the beholder~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripped this from EDMW lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-8673728448458548140?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8673728448458548140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=8673728448458548140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8673728448458548140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8673728448458548140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/06/full-metal-panic-most-lich-gals-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-6905836900015437606</id><published>2008-06-19T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:20:49.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt like a frigging retard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Hobby Point today, thinking of picking up Akatsuki/Zaku Wizard/Saviour if I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only Akatsuki, Mwu's unit at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the price tag, didn't bear to spend the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought maybe I wanted SF to go with my Justice Gundam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaku was at almost half price, but I suddenly thought of the DSLR I wanted at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the shop in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to times, but I couldn't fine the two titles was I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two titles caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty bucks, each, couldn't bear to spend again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Rio's biography. Felt a bit better to be able to read about him, his thoughts and Manchestere United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up English As It Is Broken for eight bucks though.&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;I hate that feeling of being cash-strapped even when I see stuff I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-6905836900015437606?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6905836900015437606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=6905836900015437606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/6905836900015437606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/6905836900015437606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/06/felt-like-frigging-retard-today.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-2824451905059012036</id><published>2008-06-14T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:39.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't wanna let this die even though no one reads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently writing the story for my short film, it's not exactly progressing as well as I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the PC Show and got this mouse which I'm adoring now, went down to the Prestigio booth to say hello to those fellas as well. Ronny looked pretty glum ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SFKmwhaR5FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IniqVjglEU8/s1600-h/dsc00221rz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SFKmwhaR5FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IniqVjglEU8/s320/dsc00221rz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211411071353611346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's hawt. And that's about all for bird-watching at the PeeCee show 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the library today, attempting to gather some inspiration for the story. I kinda overhead a couple quarreling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, I know it's not like I would even get to choose if I get to have a girlfriend, but if that's the way my life with a girlfriend, I rather stay out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. I'm messaged Audrey at 8+ and I'm hoping she'll reply me tmrw and I might just gather ideas for my story from her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-2824451905059012036?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2824451905059012036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=2824451905059012036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/2824451905059012036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/2824451905059012036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/06/didnt-wanna-let-this-die-even-though-no.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SFKmwhaR5FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IniqVjglEU8/s72-c/dsc00221rz1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765594634803161679.post-1615346268750282364</id><published>2008-05-29T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:31:50.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I half wanna slap Rachel for tagging me for a thing like this. Com'on, I'll be more tempted to fill in sarcastic stuff then being serious.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by.&lt;br /&gt;Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;The bitch just doesn't know what she missed on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#2 If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Probably become a truely successful filmmaker. Still feels very far-fetched even now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#3 What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know after I get past the "When are you gonna get a girllfriend?" question.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#4 Are you hungry?&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, anytime, almost anyday. Not just in terms of food though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 What’s your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Hurrrrrrrrh. Probably some girl intelligent and mature. I don't know. I don't think about such stuff all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#6 Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Depending on if you want an answer from the romantic side of me or egoist side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;As long as it takes? I can be pretty obstinate at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#8 If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Murder that guy. Cook up all possible ways of torture. And re-enact everything in my dreams. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;School I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#11 Is being attached fun?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. You see yourself getting all happy over every single little she does, include that SMS conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#12 How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Being a workaholic and working my ass off in the film industry, hopefully. The chances of me getting a date before 23 is as much as Singapore winning the World Cup and I guess I kinda don't have the luxuries of the person who tagged me to think of "settling down".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#13 Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;All the chungcheng pals. Just a phone call, meeting them on the streets or just a catch up chat on MSN can do wonders for my flagging spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#14 What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Overweight and... kidding. She's one of my best pals, encouraging me constantly on the stuff I do, talks well. Won't see much more awesome female friends around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#15 Would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the viewpoint as someone who never dated and probably will never date, single and rich for the win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#16 What’s the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Fark, get ready to travel to Clementi from Pasir Ris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#17 Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#18 If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;The one I feel a stronger sense of connection with. Saw this somewhere before - "The most important thing in a partner is how well you can converse with her." Kinda agree pretty strongly with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#19 What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Fun/enthu/thrash talkers on the same frequency as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;#20 What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;People who are… odd&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;MY TURN TO PASS THE BUCK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Ben http://rtzj.spaces.live.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Jomel http://quiescent-melancholy.blogspot.com/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) PangHian ph-value.blogspot.com&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Filbert http://www.leavetheblank.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Denise Gan www.b4By-d3n1s3.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be monitoring these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/1765594634803161679-1615346268750282364?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1615346268750282364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1615346268750282364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1615346268750282364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1615346268750282364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-half-wanna-slap-rachel-for-tagging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-1521285809454659499</id><published>2008-05-25T07:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:39.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SDioJNitqtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ooVsLlWJbA/s1600-h/united-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SDioJNitqtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ooVsLlWJbA/s320/united-500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204094245634157266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this feeling I've not exactly been doing constructive posts for quite a while and it doesn't really help much I'm stuck at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, let me take a blast at NUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, I had to wait 7 hours just for you guys to put a cast on me and one week later you guys tell me it wasn't my bone which got dislocated and it was soft tissue damaged instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the look at the arrogant smurf as he concluded that it was tissue damage. If so, why put my feet in cast? I seriously wanted to whack that guy as he tried to claim credit for everything. Fark, I pay 160 bucks just for someone to tell me "don't move your feet too much." when a Chinese sinseh can probably do better. I should open a clinic too and earn that easy money myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did my injury happen?"&lt;br /&gt;"It happened lor."&lt;br /&gt;Basket. I don't need anything further than secondary school education to conjure an answer like that. Maybe studying too much causes brain degeneration and I would advise aspiring doctors to think twice regarding pursuing this career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Manchester United did the double!&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly proud of the team. We've come so far since a few seasons ago when I wondered why the hell was our play so one dimensonal. Disappointed Park didn't play though, he's quickly becoming my favourite player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I suspect Mr Adrian Tan could have just saved me 10% of my assignment grade, so I'll be updating this junk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-1521285809454659499?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1521285809454659499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1521285809454659499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1521285809454659499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1521285809454659499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-got-this-feeling-ive-not-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SDioJNitqtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5ooVsLlWJbA/s72-c/united-500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765594634803161679.post-4875712705220850044</id><published>2008-05-19T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:15:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SDERPz1udYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EfjjwJ5Ft7w/s1600-h/19-05-08_1331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SDERPz1udYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EfjjwJ5Ft7w/s320/19-05-08_1331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201958007900894594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right. Kinda in a mess now, leg's in cast and I gotta hop around on crutches. Cast will be staying for a week and doctor can't guarantee that I'll be all fine in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a complicated case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Hopefully, it'll be a simple case and it'll heal in time to train for Outward Bound Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it still sucks I'll be missing OB training which will be getting started and as well as that Champions League match on Thursday. Shit happens at the best possible time, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt they will see it, but a big thank you to Yongjie, Yuheng and Jason who made sure the best course of action was taken when I sustained the injury. It was pretty amazing actually. I was building up the pace to break out into a full sprint when I felt something snap in my leg. All I could see at that point in time was the mental image of my bone snapped in half and I continue running around the perimeter.. until Yongjie asked if I was okay and I snapped out of it and collapsed on to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the sad post, Filbert, thanks for giving me advice about my last post. Didn't expect it, really. Maybe I should add a cbox soon. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-4875712705220850044?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4875712705220850044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=4875712705220850044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4875712705220850044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4875712705220850044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/05/yeah-right.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_luhwolaq_xA/SDERPz1udYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EfjjwJ5Ft7w/s72-c/19-05-08_1331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765594634803161679.post-5178352209457245328</id><published>2008-05-10T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T02:53:47.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can't really bitch about anyone on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be identified by circumstances, so they will know it's themselves, and everyone's just gonna get pissed cos "Dingjie the dumbass bitched about me on this blog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So what's the point of having a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to private diaries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-5178352209457245328?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5178352209457245328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=5178352209457245328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5178352209457245328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5178352209457245328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-cant-really-bitch-about-anyone-on.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-1272069245074180812</id><published>2008-05-03T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:24:53.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bloody crazy night. I didn't sleep at all, just to think if I should ask her out. A good four hours just to debate with myself if I should ask a girl out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be getting eff-ing insane. Someone remind me to study hard instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( And I foresee a happy month of May )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-1272069245074180812?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1272069245074180812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1272069245074180812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1272069245074180812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1272069245074180812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/05/bloody-crazy-night.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-1382241126909751750</id><published>2008-04-27T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:03:12.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;On the bus 109 last evening, I lifted my head from footballing news and was awe-strike by this scene I saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;The sky was a rich orange and blood red against the dark clouds. A tinge of soft lavender could be seen too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Surely in my almost 17 –bleeping- years on Earth, this is not the first time it appeared? How the heck is it that no one seems to notice these beautiful sights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I rued at not being able to capture that side on my laughable Motorola V9 phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Over the last few years I've attempted to capture these majestic sights to the best of&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my abilities with my mediocre and amateur photography devices and skills. And whenever I fail to owing to conditions, I rue at missing out capturing that beautiful sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Hey guys, look up more often whenever you can, be it in the morning, evening or even the afternoon. Appreciate the beautiful clouds against the clear blue sky, the majestic crimson red rising sun or even the gorgeous evening sky which resembles a painting which a artist decided to paint with random colours. We never know for how long more we can enjoy such sights given the way a certain white haired monkey in America seems so okay with our Earth being destroyed by pollutants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=02-04-08_0742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/02-04-08_0742.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=05-04-08_0658.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/05-04-08_0658.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Appreciate the beautiful things invisible to us for so long and life is bound to be colourful. &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/1765594634803161679-1382241126909751750?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1382241126909751750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1382241126909751750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1382241126909751750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1382241126909751750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-bus-109-last-evening-i-lifted-my.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-4323862772739209568</id><published>2008-04-27T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:58:06.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being a single for the close to 17 years I've been on Earth, I always laughed at long distance boy-girl relationships, calling them fairy tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Never been in a relationship before, it's almost natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But last night, I discovered long distance friendship does exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;47 minutes into the game, Man U were already behind by a goal.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The conversation on MSN went like this – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Eh FC, what the fish man. Some chicken let his man off and Ballack scored."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"What heck! I go eurosport now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Throughout the rest of the match, we were actively discussing the match, directing much abuse to Fergie, Giggs, Nani, Riley, Drogba… you catch the drift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man U sure got raped by that screwed up referee last night, but I'm not gonna bitch about him like I did last week. Amazing stuff happened last night. Despite being one continent away, FC and I seemed as though we were still on the same little island, getting passionate about our beloved Red Devils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Long-distance boy-girl relationships? Don't make me laugh,&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I maintain my stand that it's probably some tale a romantic cooked up and passed on by other equally willing to believe folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Long-distance friendships? Of course, definitely. Friendship never dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-4323862772739209568?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4323862772739209568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=4323862772739209568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4323862772739209568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4323862772739209568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/04/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-5162852003730966832</id><published>2008-04-27T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:44:45.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-5162852003730966832?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5162852003730966832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=5162852003730966832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5162852003730966832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5162852003730966832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-176573179691446586</id><published>2008-04-16T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:48:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously suspect I'll be dismissed from Ngee Ann by year end if my biological clock doesn't get back to usual soon. I woke up at 3 with a jolt and failed to get up at 6 this morning. ._.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just reading Shiyun's blog and she seemed so... unhappy. She always sounded so cheerful over MSN, so that was somewhat of a shock to me. She wrote about having a flu too, so here's hoping you'll get well soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey JC people, I know life seriously sucks, but hang in there, alright? It'll be faster then you know it and I mean it. I'm doing a private countdown to A levels for you guys. :XXX &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening on the usual route home, I met this middle aged man who stopped me in the middle of my tracks to ask me for a dollar so he could take a bus. Stupid me even asked if a dollar was enough and gave him two bucks instead. I'm still wondering if I got conned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evening sky today was really pretty and pink. Yes pink. The blocks around was bathed in the warm, golden evening light. Pity I was unable to capture the sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last bit will probably be somewhat of a laugh for my older pals and those who always say stuff like "Eh dingjie, got people dare complain you one meh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX ( over msn ) : I've forgotten how your face looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX: Only remember you wear specs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX: And face a bit pui pui ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OWNED "-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-176573179691446586?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/176573179691446586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=176573179691446586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/176573179691446586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/176573179691446586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-seriously-suspect-ill-be-dismissed.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-5244429108735477727</id><published>2008-04-14T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:46:18.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to do this tomorrow, but I kinda felt a pressing urge to do this as I laid on my bed. Thought I might as well do this now since I wanted to go online and check if Rashma needed any helped with her video editing stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the few days before sat, I was actually feeling very stressed. Competition in FSV just felt so... strong. I wanted to crack even before I even got started on the course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even caught myself wishing I went to a JC, wondering if I could join JC next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I recalled two very important lines in my short life so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From VJC bound Mr Lim Peng Yeow who is currently teaching Economics in TPJC - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Everyone starts on the same place at the starting line. The moment you're afraid of the competiton, you've already lost the race."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Self explanatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next line, Shiyun and Panghian spotted this on my MSN personal message - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"To serve, to strive, and not to yield."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My talisman of courage. I feel much more confident and ready to take on my challenges now. I will be hoping it lasts. If I ever lose the courage, someone repeat the OBS motto to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/randoms Xiaojun is so much cutter with specs :XXXXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-5244429108735477727?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5244429108735477727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=5244429108735477727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5244429108735477727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5244429108735477727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/04/wanted-to-do-this-tomorrow-but-i-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-8816093231701395910</id><published>2008-04-07T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T00:59:36.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Humans like to use the word fate to describe relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as the saying goes, "Fate comes &amp;amp; fate goes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where the fate has started shall also be the place where it ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-8816093231701395910?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8816093231701395910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=8816093231701395910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8816093231701395910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8816093231701395910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/04/humans-like-to-use-word-fate-to.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-8254444987889740787</id><published>2008-03-24T02:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:29:35.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been pretty busy these days, hence the skimpy updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MANUTD 3 : 0 LIVERPOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Liverpool fans can attribute the defeat to anyone they like, but fact remains that they ain't got what we have. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DINNER AT SAKURA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had dinner with the FG peeps today at Downtown, it was awesome! Made loads of noise, plenty of crap talk and the usual antics typical from us. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23-03-08_2107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/23-03-08_2107.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair's getting unruly now that it's long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23-03-08_2127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/23-03-08_2127.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23-03-08_2131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/23-03-08_2131.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United 12-ers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=23-03-08_2136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/23-03-08_2136.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy membership, you have to be a bus 12 user for at least 2 years. President's in green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MV peeps came over to my place on thursday to celebrate the completion of the MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the first production I felt so much pride in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=20-03-08_2023.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/20-03-08_2023.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, we celebrated her birthday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of fun, took a few pretty cool pictures. Envy me for owning this, mortals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=22-03-08_0146.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/22-03-08_0146.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, MacBook Pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-8254444987889740787?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8254444987889740787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=8254444987889740787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8254444987889740787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8254444987889740787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-pretty-busy-these-days-hence.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-7827638802277909457</id><published>2008-03-22T02:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:09:24.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Initially 2 hours ago, I was thinking of uploading a few pics to humor someone who complained I never uploaded any photos here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But forget it, that mood has been destroyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why stuff always happens at the most crucial times. The desktop keeps dying on me and is almost refusing to start up. I'll just take it as that it requires a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heck. It could have chose to be cranky when I was gaming or something. But when I'm on a project and when I've got a deadline to meet? Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate windows more and more and someone please just kindly remind me why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-7827638802277909457?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/7827638802277909457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=7827638802277909457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/7827638802277909457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/7827638802277909457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/03/initially-2-hours-ago-i-was-thinking-of.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-4164791303867254373</id><published>2008-03-19T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:16:35.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two stuffs for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I once used this an argument in the topic of construction of knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One reason why many people do not acquire more knowledge than they should is that they're too caught up in their emotions and too self centered to make the relevant crucial observations which lead them towards knowledge. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a first hand example of that today. And I hated it. I wanted/felt this person as/was a friend, but the way she shot down other people.... Com'on, at least they had the guts to go and run for it. In this particular group I do not wish to aim, no one wanted to lead the people much. I remembered trying to get everyone to join in the fun on Grad night, only to feel like an idiot for doing so afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing her badly. Very badly. She's just pretty and smart and all....... never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-4164791303867254373?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4164791303867254373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=4164791303867254373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4164791303867254373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4164791303867254373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-stuffs-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-1581164381096645285</id><published>2008-03-16T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T01:47:26.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's weird all the memories flashing back, quick and unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember singing the TPJC school song out loud on the last day of PAE and remarking to myself that I just too often don't treasure what I got till it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember deciding to forget about what I read for my KI essay topic and writing something else based on my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember JayLiew mocking at me because Mrs Kee wrote "Well done, got for As!" on my prelim Chemistry paper because "it's only 68% for such an easy paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember returning to the clinic I used to visit as a kid and everyone commenting how much I've grown, even the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how my director ambitions were actually fostered on the very day Ms Verily Tan allowed me to join IT Club, regardless of how reluctant she may have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I once thought graduating from kindergarten was the end of school for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-1581164381096645285?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1581164381096645285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1581164381096645285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1581164381096645285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1581164381096645285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-weird-all-memories-flashing-back.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-4589471871904036925</id><published>2008-03-09T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T01:14:44.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just felt like doing a post suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm still a promoter for my company, except that I don't do main booth anymore. I'm sent to the side booth instead 'cos Philip reckoned I'm a more independent promoter than the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm alright with promoting at the side booth, I get to meet loads of people. There's even this girl who left a very strong impression on me. She's from Ngee Ann too, I gave her my number to sms her MSN too. I'll wait and see if she'll bother to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the commission frankly sucks now at side booth. Somehow, at the start of the day, it never gets to me. But at the end of the day, no matter how much satisfaction I get, it still niggles me deep down that 'lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 'lil bit preventing me from being fully happy. Oh well. I'm not exactly hard up for cash yet. &gt;__&gt; I'll just make do with what I have! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-4589471871904036925?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4589471871904036925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=4589471871904036925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4589471871904036925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4589471871904036925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-felt-like-doing-post-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-623960261208240773</id><published>2008-02-29T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:45:08.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just love my work place for all the drama I can see at times. Eg, today at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Sorry excuse me, but do you sell thermos flask here?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure, I'll bring you to where it's displayed.&lt;br /&gt;Guy : Sorry, my girlfriend is troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sorry, we're out of stock!&lt;br /&gt;Guy : It's okay, my girlfriend is troublesome -gets elbowed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, might seem lame to anyone else reading, but it made a great impression on me earlier on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-623960261208240773?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/623960261208240773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=623960261208240773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/623960261208240773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/623960261208240773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-love-my-work-place-for-all-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-6210613774655995589</id><published>2008-02-27T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T03:45:33.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, as I watched your train trail away, I thought I should should cut down on phone conversations with you. JC is officially starting soon, and all those conversations till the wee mornings simply can't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the next time we were talking, everything seemed to be going so wrong for you. You won't pick up my calls and let me hear how you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me that after a nap in the evening you're now okay, but is it another facade? How truthful were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care my friend, return to how I remembered you to be soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-6210613774655995589?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/6210613774655995589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=6210613774655995589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/6210613774655995589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/6210613774655995589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-weeks-ago-as-i-watched-your-train.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-4276333465052397256</id><published>2008-02-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:51:46.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jessica : XXX said she didn't wanna attend TPJC because she found you scary and annoying. Sorry ah.&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;Zomgwtfbbq lol?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-4276333465052397256?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/4276333465052397256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=4276333465052397256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4276333465052397256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/4276333465052397256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/02/jessica-xxx-said-she-didnt-wanna-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-1770529813872851287</id><published>2008-02-20T07:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:34:05.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well... last day of PAE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that back in January, I was seriously thinking of skipping PAE. I guess I never expected to enjoy myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for the wonderful time, esp Darryl, Daniel, Hardy, Tanya and the entire lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the teachers too. Mr Wong was the best CT anyone could have, Mr Lim and Mr Adrian Tan were simply the coolest teachers anyone could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=14-02-08_1334.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/14-02-08_1334.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, thank you Mr Tan for the invitation to continue attending KI lessons until Poly starts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-1770529813872851287?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1770529813872851287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1770529813872851287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1770529813872851287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1770529813872851287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-524015835226748783</id><published>2008-02-10T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T07:29:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel Yang.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Ngiam.&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Fong.&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Low.&lt;br /&gt;How Chang Hong.&lt;br /&gt;Sean Yeow.&lt;br /&gt;Hoon Shiyun.&lt;br /&gt;Jomel Ho.&lt;br /&gt;KangLong.&lt;br /&gt;Munwee.&lt;br /&gt;Lau Chongwai.&lt;br /&gt;Sirui.&lt;br /&gt;Eugene Peter.&lt;br /&gt;Denise Gan.&lt;br /&gt;Lee Houyi.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Chong.&lt;br /&gt;Quan Chekkai.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Sng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for coming down today and making the event so great today! Without you guests today, I wouldn't have been able to pull off this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much photos, but tell me, why does this person look so buay song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/?action=view&amp;amp;current=10-02-08_1606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/10-02-08_1606.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I guess I'll have to give special thanks to the people who made the mood extra high, people like Jomel, Shiyun, RACHEL YANG, Sean, ChangHong and Isaac. Everyone played their part, but I just felt you guys made it even more memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to those who think I'm haolian about KI, but I really just love the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-524015835226748783?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/524015835226748783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=524015835226748783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/524015835226748783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/524015835226748783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/02/rachel-yang.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-8812427198506079482</id><published>2008-01-31T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:27:42.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me : Leow, why is your nipple area around the shirt red?&lt;br /&gt;Leow : Shit. My milk over flowed.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Walao eh. Red colour milk? Strawberry flavor is it?&lt;br /&gt;Leow : *pauses* Time to cut down on strawberries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-8812427198506079482?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8812427198506079482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=8812427198506079482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8812427198506079482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8812427198506079482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/01/me-leow-why-is-your-nipple-area-around.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-871830407610849554</id><published>2008-01-30T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:45:55.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so lonely again suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shit feeling I rather do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone pass me the vodka and alcohol please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-871830407610849554?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/871830407610849554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=871830407610849554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/871830407610849554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/871830407610849554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-so-lonely-again-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-8145015990768041345</id><published>2008-01-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:54:54.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two stories, starting with yesterday I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished X-Ray and check up and what not at Tampines Polyclinic (long story, almost fractured my elbow), I just happened to bypass the TM area on the way to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard Truly, Madly, Deeply being belted out and that pretty much caught my attention. It sounded almost like the real thing, so I walked towards the source of the melody and I saw a man and woman team performing. The woman sang and played the percussion while the man strummed the guitar strings. I was really impressed by the singing, so I donated some money. As I dropped the money into the box, it struck me that she was half blind and I wondered why is she singing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of a livelihood? Or for the love of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned against the wall, folded my arms and observed them for 3 more songs. As she paused to take a sip of water, I walked up to her, intending to ask her my question. As she kept her water tumbler, I saw her speak to her guitar man, smiling as she picked the next song to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned and walked towards the train station, believing I found the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second story occured during KI lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Adrian Tan : Just wondering, how is English taught in Chung Cheng?&lt;br /&gt;Me : blahblah abcdefghi....&lt;br /&gt;Classmate : Are you interested because they're from a Chinese school?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Adrian Tan : Well, I'm very impressed by their command of English, in both the previous and current batch.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mr Tan, you said you were impressed by Chung Cheng people, are you referring to J1s or J2s?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan : Both. Both have an impressive grasp.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Am I included? &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan : Yes. I'm quite impressed with your essay actually. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a very valuable lesson from this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Thank you, Ms K, for imparting all these skills on us and never wavering when we complained your standards were too high. Now that we're out against competition from other schools, I guess we're all seeing how greatly it's helping us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Even if I don't do well on Thurs.. I gotta learn to be contended that many of my skills are with me.. After all, I do believe my portfolio can bring me into many media courses &gt;__&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-8145015990768041345?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/8145015990768041345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=8145015990768041345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8145015990768041345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/8145015990768041345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-stories-starting-with-yesterday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-3446843347199262157</id><published>2008-01-19T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T23:39:01.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, completed my Poly open house tours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP was awesome, a pity that their courses didn't cater to me. Their lecturers were impressive though, one of them even spent 10 mins explaining to me about Ngee Ann's FSV (Film, Sound, Video) and then compared SP's Media Communication course to me. Their environment was just so vibrant and great. Pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temesek Poly was honestly pathetic. The central block was lively... but take 10 steps into any school and it's all echoes. Worse, their lecturer for Moving Images didn't even do an accurate comparison to FSV and gave me the impression that you don't actually need to study to be a director..... wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Ann Poly was fantastic as well. The whole place was teeming lecturers more than willing to compare their courses to other schools.  I even met up Aloy, who acted as our "unofficial" tour guide and showed us around. He showed me his lecturer who totally convinced me that they beat Temesek hands down and is the place for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Aloy! I'm set on Ngee Ann now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-3446843347199262157?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3446843347199262157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=3446843347199262157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/3446843347199262157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/3446843347199262157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/01/right-completed-my-poly-open-house.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-5486167830315321627</id><published>2008-01-09T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T23:45:36.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a week in TPJC, and well, I guess I still love Maths and History and am very keen on KI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the stuff I study, I'll probably stay till when posting results are announced. But I'm still going to poly. I want to pursue my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda ironic, eh?  I love the subjects I take, but I 'll have to throw them aside for my director ambitions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-5486167830315321627?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5486167830315321627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=5486167830315321627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5486167830315321627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5486167830315321627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-2804599445539694934</id><published>2007-12-27T07:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:37:53.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hols are drawing to a close, but somehow like every past holiday, it doesn't feel well-spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy the last few days that the keyboard feels foreign to me now. Can't find correct keys, typing so much slower now, using Backspace every 3 characters I input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better find a good way to spend New Year Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-2804599445539694934?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/2804599445539694934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=2804599445539694934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/2804599445539694934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/2804599445539694934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-been-awhile-since-i-did-this.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-3762194366089285709</id><published>2007-12-13T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T18:49:17.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a rubbish day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran behind schedule at work and I finished at 2 before I could go for lunch. Bloody hell, the baby food crates could stack all the way up to my waist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home to check PAE results, it was a total disappointment. Maybe it wasn't as big as it should be since I've expected it anyway. The last of all my 3 choices, what do I have to say? I am still proud of my prelim results despite the lousy L1R5 of 18, but I can't help but feel the irony of my last two subjects being half of my score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my way back to work place, thinking of grabbing a bite at Jollibean before reporting for work. Bloody hell, the way the cashier took orders, it was at random like a Pasar Malan instead of those in queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran over to KFC, thinking of whipped potatoes. The man in front of me was an elderly chinese and the Malay cashier could barely understand what he was ordering. By the time he got the order out, it was a frigging big order and I decide to leave. Made do with guava juice for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knocked today and wanted a Ramily burger, but the Pasar Malan's close. "-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note : Jomel's back! And camp's tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-3762194366089285709?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3762194366089285709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=3762194366089285709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/3762194366089285709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/3762194366089285709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-rubbish-day.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-5561603768417693062</id><published>2007-12-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:50:45.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/P1310221.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/PB090078.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/P1310222.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/PB090077.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/PB090076.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n282/firefire_02/PB030075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to come back with a better haul of photographs if camp really takes place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-5561603768417693062?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5561603768417693062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=5561603768417693062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5561603768417693062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5561603768417693062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hope-to-come-back-with-better-haul-of.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-5879516594223937551</id><published>2007-12-09T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:49:50.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want my life to be so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel my friends around me, without a worry in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm tired and can no longer think properly. There are dozens of things I believed and still believe in. And as usual, I can't tolerate anyone challenging them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, time to get those sunset and sunrise pictures up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like to shout out how much I admire Ph for his patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-5879516594223937551?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/5879516594223937551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=5879516594223937551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5879516594223937551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/5879516594223937551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-want-my-life-to-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-41544142332593690</id><published>2007-12-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:11:54.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a reflection after Sitex 2007-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really learned quite a lot at Sitex selling external hard drives, which is incidentally my first IT fair as a promoter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mediocre sales aside, the whole thing was a wonderful learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got to know people like Wayne, Roony, Jonathan as well as another guy's name I can't recall. They were great fellow promoters and we were all sharing our crap around whenever possible. Heck,  we  were even looking out for girls together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff from Prestigio, Powermatics were great as well. They weren't afraid to "talk cock" with us and treated us as fellow adults instead of being their temporary staff. People like Ben, Micheal, Alex, Philip and Nicole, they were more than willing to help whenever we met tough customers. I just loved the way they suan-ed that monkey making noises at a nearby booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, why he talk two words only then every sort of tone also can come out ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"His tongue like cannot move one."&lt;br /&gt;"Jaychou also sometimes cannot hear what he singing, but at least he good looking. That monkey over there leh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day was pretty slack. All of us were out of steam and my sales was poor. Can't blame me if all sorts of weird people keep coming up to me right? Heck, one guy asked me about every single product on the flyer and only wanted a mouse in the end. (I lost close to 30-40 dollars of commission because of such people.) Jonathan just openly flirted at his booth with his friends, the other guy's eye was caught by a Canon girl, I kept debating with myself if I should ask the girl from D-Link for her number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I did but I needed two tries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job was tough, standing from 11-9 and I had to be aggressively attracting potential buyers, but heck, it was enjoyable! I had a great laugh when me, Dingjie and Cherie sat down at the hawker centre and swapped stories of all the weird people we met. Cherie reckoned she met a pedophile and  my twin  actually got lectured by a customer who knew the technical stuff of his products better than Dingjie did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost dreaded work at Fairprice today after the treatment I was receiving prior to my leave to work at Sitex, but I was proven wrong. Work today was great as well, but it wasn't comparable to Sitex. Uncle Henry reminded me of an important value today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i]Many things in life depends on luck, but even more things depends on you grabbing your opportunities and grabbing your chances.[/i]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't ask for her number last night, I'd be regretting my guts out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-41544142332593690?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/41544142332593690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=41544142332593690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/41544142332593690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/41544142332593690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-reflection-after-sitex-2007-i.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-3322454857584773511</id><published>2007-11-30T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:29:40.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFGSvhiUbXk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RFGSvhiUbXk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some terms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narutards - Naruto addicts&lt;br /&gt;Claymore - Anime&lt;br /&gt;"Dreaded Letter" - Letters ODEX have been sending to anime downloaders.&lt;br /&gt;Bit Torrent - Peer to peer file sharing software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="alt2" dir="ltr" style="border: 1px inset ; margin: 0px; padding: 6px; overflow: auto; width: 640px; height: 498px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odex%27s_actions_against_file-sharing&lt;br /&gt;Some side reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-3322454857584773511?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/3322454857584773511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=3322454857584773511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/3322454857584773511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/3322454857584773511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2007/11/youtuberfgsvhiubxkyoutube-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1765594634803161679.post-1292719486732818225</id><published>2007-11-28T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T20:06:13.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life sucks without Photoshop. Look and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765594634803161679-1292719486732818225?l=my-aristocracy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/feeds/1292719486732818225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1765594634803161679&amp;postID=1292719486732818225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1292719486732818225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765594634803161679/posts/default/1292719486732818225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-aristocracy.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-sucks-without-photoshop.html' title=''/><author><name>toot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16589376323139970475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
