<?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-4531220266000223730</id><updated>2011-10-02T22:05:50.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Extinct</title><subtitle type='html'>Keep walking forward, never look back.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-3936423430488417052</id><published>2009-03-19T02:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:18:49.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry all the time...</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously busy with projects and assignments, and it seems that it is getting harder for me to find some time to relax! I mean, I wake up each day, go to school, project meeting or class the whole day, comes home at 1 a.m., sleep, and next day starts and the cycle repeats. Three presentations and reports are due on Monday and Tuesday, and I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED ON SOME OF THEM! F***! I might just going to experience the worst few days in my university life very very soon. Sleepless nights are certainly on the horizon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my JLPT (Japanese Language Proficiency Test) recently and I got 400 out of 400! Full mark! Yay? Well, it's only JLPT 4 so not that big of a deal, and I am probably going to do JLPT 3 next year so hope I can keep this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that it's March and I can safely say that I managed to fail at every single new year resolution, it's time to make some new resolutions! ... which I probably break in a few months, so nevermind. Lol. Seriously, I need to work harder so that I would be someone useful when I graduate. If not, there is no chance that I would get a good job in this kind of market. No job -&gt; no money -&gt; no good food -&gt; sad -&gt; go doctor to treat depression -&gt; lose money -&gt; need find job -&gt; no job -&gt; ... darn future is bleak, really bleak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing else to update so I will just go to bed for now. Meeting and assignments again tomorrow! Yay! S***!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-3936423430488417052?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3936423430488417052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=3936423430488417052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/3936423430488417052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/3936423430488417052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2009/03/hungry-all-time.html' title='Hungry all the time...'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-7476289345040435632</id><published>2009-01-04T01:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:42:59.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An optimism to start a turbulent year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another year passed, and I feel no different than what I was last year. Strangely, though, I have a feeling that this year would be a good one, despite all the chaos going on around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my Christmas at Surabaya and spent my new year at home with my cousins! We had shabu shabu (Japanese food where you dip meat on soup and eat it with soy sauce) and counting down to a new year, we toasted with a glass of wine while watching the fireworks from afar. Quite a relaxing new year it was, spent the rest of the night talking and playing computer games with my little cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Monday, school starts again! A whole new term, new classes and hopefully new people that I can get to know. But honestly, the most important thing for any desperate, single, lonely, sad, depressed, tall, heavy, fat, likes to eat food, likes to eat hot dogs sometimes but not really, cannot eat noodle from nose, enjoys poking poo on floor, likes listening to music, cheerful guy like me is to be greeted with a new flock of sheep (girls) for my viewing pleasure. Sigh, I am becoming more &lt;em&gt;hampsap&lt;/em&gt; as I grow older. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since it's a new year, I'll just end off with some resolutions (that I will end up following none of them):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lose weight and get to 75kg&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat more&lt;br /&gt;3. Do either 1 or 2&lt;br /&gt;4. Eat noodle&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch my spending&lt;br /&gt;6. Make babies&lt;br /&gt;7. Just joking&lt;br /&gt;8. Do 6 and 7 together&lt;br /&gt;9. Swim from Batam to Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;10. Go to doctor to treat my mental illness&lt;br /&gt;11. Do 10 if 9 happens&lt;br /&gt;12. Get a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;13. Get a boyfried&lt;br /&gt;14. Get a person with both private part&lt;br /&gt;15. Do 13 if 12 fails, do 14 if 13 and 12 fails.&lt;br /&gt;16. Tell parents sorry for being an unfilial son and leave home if 15 happens&lt;br /&gt;17. Study hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope I can manage to fulfill my resolutions and I wish that this year would go by as well as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-7476289345040435632?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7476289345040435632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=7476289345040435632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7476289345040435632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7476289345040435632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2009/01/optimism-to-start-turbulent-year.html' title='An optimism to start a turbulent year'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-642816382927254520</id><published>2008-10-14T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T00:48:02.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is shit. But not really shit.</title><content type='html'>What a tiring day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8 am today because I had a class at 10 45 am. Got back my mid term Quiz and I was quite surprised to get 20/22. I mean, I did not study properly and guessed most of the answers! Yay! But then I did darn badly on my midterm for one of my Finance module so I guess I can't be too happy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Japanese lesson as usual at 7 30 pm and today's lesson was somewhat easy going. I asked the teacher how to say corn and potato in Japanese and apparently the class found it funny. The teacher also explained about the final exam that we are going to have in November, after which I realised that I only have a few lesson left till the end of the course. I enjoyed attending this class and it's kind of sad that it's only gonna last a couple more weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to my songs during the journey back to my home in the bus, I felt strangely relaxed today. I was sitting at the seat by the vertically positioned long chair located behind the driver, so I was able to stretch my leg and made myself comfortable. The bus was less than half empty, and the combination of the quiet surroundings with calming song helped me ease the tension I accumulated during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to think about the things that I would have to do for the rest of the week, ranging from assignments, studying for mid term and also meetings that I have to attend. Realising that there's still a lot of stuff need to be done, I shifted my attention somewhere else just to make me think about something else. But then, soon enough, I would start to think about the readings I should read, the report I have to write and the exam I have to sit. I did not feel relaxed anymore and I became worried about the deadlines that I would soon have to meet. Readings after readings, meetings after meetings, and projects after projects. It seems like an endless cycle and honestly, I felt really really tired just thinking about these things. I just wished for December to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, we find ourselves feeling very tired from the things that we do everyday. I am not just talking about physically being tired, but also mentally being exhausted. I mean, besides school problems, we also face a lot of personal problems that we are worried about everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship, love, family, past, present and future. Each one of us has problems unique to ourselves, and the problem we face differes from a person to person. Sometimes, the problems can easily be overcome, but there are problems that you just can't seem to find a solution to it, no matter how hard you try to think of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish he would be more sensitive to my feelings." "Why can't my parents understand how I feel?" "What am I gonna do once I graduate?" "What if I can't find a job?" "When am I going to forget about her and move on?" "What's the purpose of my existance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, we are bombarded with lots of difficult life problems that are just too much to handle for our little brain in our head. Questions after questions, followed by uncertainty after uncertainty. Unable to find an answer, frustrated, we start to blame ourselves and gets into a state of depression. Although you know that there is no point thinking about it, you can't help it but to think about it. You cannot control the thoughts that goes through your mind, and suddenly, your emotions starts to get affected. You suddenly feel very tired of your life, and thus you lost motivation in things that you do everyday. You feel life's hurting, life's painful. Nothing just works right for you. Life's shit, what's the point of trying so hard anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people handles this problems really well, able to think rationally on what to do to answer the many questions that they have in their minds. However, some people are just too overwhelmed and in the end, they feel helpless and frustrated, thinking that they are alone in this world, fighting against the cruel enemy called life, with absolutely no hope left in their future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have been able to control my emotions very well. As I get older, my emotion does not fluctuate as much anymore, and life problems don't seem to be that impossible to solve anymore. I guess it has something to do with growing up, acquiring lots of life experience along the way and in the process, you learn how to handle your problems well. Thinking about the past 20 years, I realised that I have learnt a lot of things about family, love, friendship, relationship, school, society and the world. For some reason, thinking about how I changed as a person from who I was to who I am, I thought it was quite amazing. I mean, from a little boy who knew nothing about the world, I start to understand how the world works, and more importantly, how my emotions works. By knowing how your emotion works, what I mean is that you must know how to control your emotion well. Afterall, it is how you respond to the problem that determines how you will feel about the problem right? When you are positive, the problems seems managable and you are able to face it properly, but if you are negative, you will just avoid the problem, and in the end, problems after problem piles up and life just seems to be too painful to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I understand that it is easier said than done. I also understand that some problems can't be solved just by thinking positively. But hey, isn't it worse for you to keep thinking negatively? I mean, if just by thinking about it positively, a really shit day would just be a shit day. A hurtful experience would just be another bad day, and soon enough you realise that your life is not too bad after all. I mean, I am sure that even though your life is full of bad things happening around you, there are some good things that you can cherish, treasure and you look forward to each day, to give you the energy and hope that one day, you will find an answer to your problems. The last thing you want is to be a year older but three steps behind, and if all it takes is a different way of looking at a problem, why don't you just focus on the small positives rather than the big negatives? Just be strong and you will get there. And remember, you are not alone in your journey of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, enjoy the new blog song I have put up. Hope it cheers up your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-642816382927254520?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/642816382927254520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=642816382927254520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/642816382927254520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/642816382927254520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-is-shit-but-not-really-shit.html' title='Life is shit. But not really shit.'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-7975688038024730448</id><published>2008-10-12T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:53:44.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have an allowance please?</title><content type='html'>I believe that we learn something new every day, from a small and trivial things to something that's potentially life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something hit me hard last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking my school email as usual, when I realised that my friend has included me in a mailing list, in which he asked whether we wanted to eat at No Signboard Seafood Restaurant located at Esplanade. Didn't really want to go so I never replied his email, but it turned out that on the day of the dinner, he smsed me saying that he has booked a place for me. Oh well, I thought, so I decided to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them at school first and we made our way through CityLink mall and towards Esplanade. I had no idea what kind of restaurant this is, but according to my friend, its quite a fancy and a little bit expensive. Since we weren't celebrating anything, when I heard that it was a little bit expensive, I felt quite hesitant. I mean, why waste money on some dinner on a regular dinner gathering? Though, after being assured that it would not be that costly, I just kept my reluctance to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were approaching our destination, I saw a bright light from afar. That bright light turned out to be our restaurant and boy, wasn't it fancy. It was during dining hour and the place was filled with many people, mostly working age adults who seemed to be having a corporate dinner with their colleagues. On another table, a family is celebrating their grand father's birthday. Just nearby, a couple is having a nice dinner together, probably to celebrate their anniversary. They have certainly chose a great place to commemorate their happy occasions, because this place is one of those high end Chinese restaurant where the waiter keeps bringing dishes after dishes every few minutes, just like what you normally have at wedding banquets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just simply does not have a common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my initial thought was, "What the ef. Little bit expensive my foot." and my worries were confirmed when I looked at the price in the menu. Five Hundred and Eighty Nine Dollars. $589. Five eight nine for 10 dishes which includes shark fin, crabs, and many delicious dishes. There were 8 of us so if we split the bill, each of us would be paying around $74 before tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they out of their minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, too late to escape as we have settled down, so I had no choice but to participate in this hedonistic, ridiculously expensive and absolutely unnecessary dinner. The food was delicious, as expected, and we paid $85 each and left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't understand the value of money at all. For some, a dollar is just a dollar, ten dollars is just ten dollars, and a hundred dollars is just a hundred dollars. "What's the big deal?", they say. "When else can you have the chance to eat good food like this?" "Come on, it's just once in a while!". "For the quality we had, it's worth the money!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, the food was very nice and definitely, it was money well spent. True, I had not eaten good food in a long time and it was indeed once in a while. Surely, the $85 I spent can be justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong. They are so wrong that they are forgetting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I don't really mind spending money from time to time. Afterall, I am a food lover and I would like to eat all the good food around the world some day. The Japanese food I enjoy so much costs quite a sum if I were to eat a good one here. But hey, listen, you must remember one thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think the money come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have parents who give me allowances at the beginning of each month. With this money, I get to go out with friends, eat food that I like, go to places I like, and buy things that I want to buy from time to time. It's a sum of money that's quite important for my life as a young adult, a sum of money that I can use to give myself enjoyment and relaxation. However, you must remember that this money didn't grow from the trees. Nor did it magically appear and your parents happend to picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The allowance you get from your parents are their sweat, hardship and trouble that they go through each day when they wake up early in the morning and come home late from the office. Your allowance comes from their wages, after enduring a hard day at work, for 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, and 30 days a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pays for the clothes you wear everyday? Who pays for the hairstyles that you have on your head? Who pays for that McDonald's take away you call whenever you feel hungry? Who pays for the fun outings you have with your friends? Who pays for the water you drink, the tv you watch, the computer you use, the bed you sleep on, and the house you live in? Who pays for your school fee, your medical fee, bus fare, breakfast, lunch, dinner, newspaper and everything else that you call yourself "mine"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your parents. I mean seriously, give them the respect they deserve. Just imagine how much they have spent on you ever since you are born. Just think about how much of their hard earned money have been spent on raising you? If they never had you, trust me, they would be far better off than now. They have given us so much, yet they still gives us allowances at the beginning of each month, for us to spend on more things that we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make myself clear. Allowance is not a right, but a privilege. You don't have a "right" to get allowance from your parents. It is not a duty of parents to give their child pocket money. It is their generosity in sharing what they earn so painstakingly, as a token of their love for their children. It is a money you do not deserve, yet we often forget that fact and take it for granted. I mean, how can we spend our money irresponsibly when our parents are trying so hard to save up for our future? How can we enjoy a lifestyle, that even our parents do not get the chance to enjoy? Is this fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I am not saying that you all should stop spending your money. Nor I am saying that you should stop eating nice food, or ordering take aways. I mean, these are important things that's part of growing up. All I am asking is to always remember where your money came from, and most importantly, learn to value your money. By value your money, I do not mean to say that a dollar is a dollar and a hundred dollars is a hundred dollars. By value your money, I mean to say that you must always be thankful of your parent's hardwork and generosity, to respect them for the hardship they are going through each day to put that 10 dollar note in your wallet. Honestly, that dinner was a wake up call for me. It is just not fair for me to spend irresponsibly and enjoying life, while my parents are working hard in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really regret what I have done in the past, from spending a lot of money on games, excessive eating, and other things that the money is not deserved to be spent on. Well, money spent is money gone, and no one can change that fact, so the best way forward is to change how I am spending my money. Afterall, if you finally realise your mistake from looking at your past, somewhat, the money in the past was well spent, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you earn your own wages through your own hardwork, you are free to use the money however you want to use it. You are free to eat food you want to eat, buy clothes you want to wear and buy a car you want to ride. You deserve it. But remember to give some back to your parents too, afterall, they chose you over great food, fancy clothes and nice car. Let's work hard to find a good job, and one day, we can give back what our parents deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-7975688038024730448?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7975688038024730448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=7975688038024730448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7975688038024730448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7975688038024730448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-i-have-allowance-please.html' title='Can I have an allowance please?'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-7416766676499952100</id><published>2008-10-08T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T02:14:06.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A crush on a Thursday night</title><content type='html'>It's the second day of my mid-term break, but somehow I can't get myself to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have one week off from school, I would be flooded with examinations, projects, and lots of obligations to fulfill right after school resumes. Come this Thrusday, I would be having a make up class, a field trip and also Japanese lesson in the afternoon. On friday, I would have to attend meetings, as well as studying for two exams that's coming soon. Saturday will be filled with field trips and more studying, and come Sunday, I would still have to study to prepare for my exams. Argh, only if I had more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Japanese class today, but before that, I went to eat at Yoshinoya at Bugis Junction. When I arrived, there was a long queue, probably because only one service counter was open. After having my chicken and beef set, I went to buy some yakitori from a store located just opposite to Yoshinoya, when I realised that it's only 6:30 pm. My Japanese lesson was not for about 1 more hour, so I decided to browse some book at Kinokuniya instead to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese lesson today was quite okay. Learnt new sentense structure, some new words and also some new kanji as well. What was interesting about today, though, was what happened after Japanese class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, me and my classmates went to meet up with a former classmate, who will be going to York to study. She used to sit behind me in Japanese class, and yes, it is the girl that I had a little crush on. She stopped coming to class about 2 months ago, so I was kind of excited to see her again. Eight of us sat down at McDonalds just to catch up on things with her and probably to say goodbye to her. Found out that she will be leaving this coming Thursday and she won't be back till December. Apparently, the reason she did not come to class was because she was teaching at a school as a relief teacher. Not bad eh for a 19 yr old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that she said she won a scholarship, so that's one of the reason she is going abroad. If I am not wrong, she is from one of the top JC in Singapore, so having a scholarship means that she is darn smart. So curiously, I asked her: "So, what are you going to study there?" Her: "Politics, Economics and Psychology." Me: "*(holy ****) Oh? That's interesting." What the ef. Politics, Economics and Psychology? She's way out of my league man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued chatting, and found out lots of things about her. I thought that she looked a bit slimmer that before, which is probably why I thought that she looked prettier today. She had this cute little smile on her face, and the way she like to bite her nails is somewhat appealing. The way she talked was a bit strange though. She always sounds so tired, and she does not have any energy when she talks. Not that it's bad, rather, I found it quite amusing and somewhat sexy. Haha. Strangely enough, I soon find myself even more attracted to her than 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my classmates offered me a ride back home, and before going to my house, we went to her house first to drop her off. When we reach her house, I was like holy cow. It was a big 2 storey house and there were 2 cars parked on her garage. Anyone who saw her house could tell that she was from a wealthy family. So right here, I did some reality check:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Smart, Rich, Nice and Cute&lt;br /&gt;Me: Stupid, Average, Weird and Ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... *slaps myself on the face, to stop myself from dreaming* Again, she is way out of my league man. However, as I made my way home, all that I could think about was her smile. I am well aware that this happens when you have a really huge crush on someone, and I think I am having just that. It's not like I am not happy to feel this way, but considering that she would be leaving in 2 days, this supposedly happy emotion is somewhat hurting me a little bit. Just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got home, I was too tired to do anything else. Took a shower and chatted with some people on MSN. But now, I am feeling very uneasy inside, probably because I can't stop thinking about her. Well, I am sure I will be fine in a week or so, but in the meantime, I guess I'll just have to try to shift my attention somewhere else. I mean, it's no use to try so hard to forget, 'cause the more you try the more harder it will be. As silily as it might sound, I will just hope that time will heal and stop me from hoping for something that's not to be. I mean, once you know that you would never get that girl, what's more painful than to keep hoping for something that will never come true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-7416766676499952100?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7416766676499952100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=7416766676499952100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7416766676499952100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7416766676499952100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-second-day-of-my-mid-term-break-but.html' title='A crush on a Thursday night'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-1979729877044940514</id><published>2008-07-21T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:06:12.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I always bored?!</title><content type='html'>Wake up. Shower. Breakfast. Work. Home. Computer. Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a boring life. Waking up everyday in the morning, only to come home tired after work and nothing to do afterwards for the rest of the night. While I was thinking of what to do, I just ended up doing useless things in front of my computer, and before I knew it, the clock already shows half-past-twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really envy those who has a boyfriend or a girlfriend. At least, if you have nothing to do, you have someone to call and someone to talk to. Simple questions such as "How was your day?", "What are you doing?" and "What are you thinking right now?" seems to be overused by many, but beauty lies in simplicity that just by hearing those question from someone you love seems to motivate you a lot, doesn't it? Well, I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person who enjoys doing stuff alone. Going to Orchard to have a nice walk, to go around the town to find good food, or to just take the bus to random places while listening to music. It's not like I don't enjoy people's company, but its just that I like to think a lot about my past, my present and my future so much, and being alone helps me to think about those stuff more clearly. But that does not mean that I don't like to hang out with friends. I mean, when I am around with friends, I often make jokes, laugh together and go to places to do many fun stuffs. Going to the movies, eating dinner together, sharing laughters by telling jokes; all these are certainly something I cannot live without. But hey, I don't know about you guys but don't you have days where you just want to be alone and think about stuff as long as you want without anyone disturbing you? For my case, I have those kind of days more than the number of days I would like to spend with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have no complaints for the past 20 years. I enjoyed whatever I did alone, and I was quite satisfied with the way I conducted my social life. It was always relaxing to take a comfortable stroll along a busy road, and I was always able to clear any stress that I had in my mind. I like to keep things in private, and by not letting it out, I used to feel a strange sense of achievement because I must have felt proud to be able to not depend on anyone for my feelings. But then, as I grew older, things started to change a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself wishing that there was someone there for you to talk about all the stuff that's in your mind? Have you ever longed for a person who you can talk about your day, your life and what goes on in your mind? Have you ever thought that it would be nice if there is someone that you can look forward to each day, every minute after you wake up and in every second of your life? Well, the "me" that used to think that I would be fine keeping things to myself, started to realise that life would be much better if I had someone special that I could talk to almost about anything I want to. I guess it's part of growing up, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human are not lonely being. Since the start of mankind, people surivived by staying together in a community, overcoming hardships as a group and celebrating joy and happiness as a big family. At least for my case, I started to understand the reason for the emptiness that I feel everytime I find myself with absolutely nothing to do at all. My heart that has been keeping everything inside is telling me that it is about time to find another heart to store all the things I have kept to myself into another place. I guess our heart is too small to handle all the problems that we encounter in our lives eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, presently, I have not yet reached a stage where I am dying to have a girlfriend or anything. It's not like I am writing all this because I feel lonely, but more of a relfection of what is going through in my mind, and as long as I am able to keep my emotion in control, I have nothing to be worried about. But as the clock ticks and the days pass, I cannot say for sure if I could stay this way. Only time can tell I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, I will just have to continue living with this motto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yesterday was bad and today's worse, all I need to do is to make sure tomorrow will be a better day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-1979729877044940514?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1979729877044940514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=1979729877044940514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/1979729877044940514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/1979729877044940514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-am-i-always-bored.html' title='Why am I always bored?!'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-5679592873605516177</id><published>2008-07-20T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:45:38.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about what your life will be like, say 10 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what kind of person I would be like 10 years down the road. On my way home from Clarke Quay on a bus while listening to my music, this question just popped out out of no where on my head, and to be honest, it caught me by a bit of a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years... that seems a very long time in the future. I don't even know what my life is going to be like a year for now, not to mention ten years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the first thing that I asked myself was whether I would be the same kind of person I am now. Looking back 10 years ago, to who I was as a 10 year old, I could clearly see the difference between me from back then and the me of now. Certainly, as compared to a 10 year old, I was far more matured, more outspoken, more intelligent, and far more independent. Then, I thought to myself, if 10 years can change a kid into an adult, how will the next ten year in my life change who I am currently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question followed after another: Where would I be? What kind of job would I have? Who would I be with? Where would my parents be? How much would I earn? What kind of person would I be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would live in a nice house. I would be earning enough money to live comfortably. I would spend my days working as something that I like, and spend my well deserved holiday travelling all over the world. I would have the woman of my dreams as my wife, and we would have kids in a great environment and a nice neighborhood. I would have all the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, reality starts to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't live in a nice house? What if I don't earn enough money to live comfortably? What if I spend my days doing something I don't like, and spend my holiday looking for extra jobs because I don't earn enough? What if I never meet anyone in my life and I would die as a lonely old man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, 10 years is very far to the future, but after spending the spare time I had while sitting in the bus, I have soon realised that "time" is not something to be taken lightly of. We often hear people saying it, and we ourselves often say it to others, yet we never take it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was one saying that all of you guys must make sure that it sinks in your mind is that "Time waits for no one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year from now, you will never know what is going to happen to you. One year from now, there may be some unexpected events that will change your life forever. One year from now, you may or may not be the kind of person you are now. One year from now, the only certainty in the uncertain is that things will not be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind of person you will be 10 years from now will be determined by the kind of person you choose to be for the next 10 years to come. In other words, whether you will be poor, you will be rich, you will be happy, you will be sad, you will live in a mansion, you will live under the bridge; no one but you have to choose your own path in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you found yourself thinking, "Only if I have done this last time.", "Only if I have asked her out that time.", "Only if I have studied more properly." or "Only if I had more determination in doing things." If you have said too much Only Ifs in your life, now would be a good time to start changing what you are doing, before you find yourself 10 years older but 10 steps behind. Would you rather spend your adulthood telling people your great achievements, or would you rather spend your days crying in despair because your life has been nothing but full of only-ifs and self-inflicted failures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the chance when it comes, never give up till its gone. Life is always a two-way split road and destiny changes with each path that you choose. Yes or No. I will do it or I won't do it. I can or I can't. It's all in your hands. If you keep avoiding what you know it's right, and keep choosing the wrong path knowing that you are doing something wrong, I would not even bother to imagine what you would be like 10 years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. Now. At this moment, nothing is too late yet. Your future has not happened yet. Nothing has been determined yet. You are still who you are. You are ver much uncertain of your future, and this is exactly why you must be happy, because you still have the power to change what's to come. That is why, I have decided that I would now shape my own future and do my best to overcome anything that acts to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I succeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I'll just have to wait 10 more years and read this post once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-5679592873605516177?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5679592873605516177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=5679592873605516177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/5679592873605516177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/5679592873605516177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/07/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-3279688188867676159</id><published>2008-07-20T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:46:35.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week that went by too quickly...</title><content type='html'>End of the week is here yet again! That means only one thing: it's gonna be 5 more days of work before the next weekend... sigh... Good thing though, that I have only 2 weeks left in my internship! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat Sushi Tei on Friday with my friend and his girlfriend and it was quite crazy. Ordered so many stuff but they ate so little so I ended up finishing most of them. There goes my resolution to diet and eat less. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, after I came home from my piano lesson, I took my uncle, who was visiting from Indonesia, to walk around Vivo City! He wanted to see many things so it was quite tiring to take him around, but it was a quite enjoyable walk since it has also been a while since went there. At night, I went to play football with my friends at Kolam Ayer CC. Man, that place is darn far away. Took the 175 bus from West Coast Road and the journey took me around more than one hour! haha. Upon reaching there, it started to rain, and I was worried that I went there for nothing, but luckily, after half an hour, the rain stopped an we played till around 10pm. haha. first time playing football at night but it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating in Lavender, I decided to go home but I couldn't find a direct bus so I decided to just walk around in the area to see if there were any bus that goes directly to my house. Man, this was probably the dumbest thing I have done recently =_=. The thing was that I had no money in my wallet cause I have not gone to the ATM to withdraw, and I realised that I had no money left in my EZ Link card. And it was in Lavender! I mean, there weren't any POSB or DBS ATM nearby so I thought I cannot get some money for me to take a taxi. So I decided to walk for around 20 minutes to get to the nearest MRT station, which was Ferrer Park MRT. After topping up my EZ Link, I took the train to Harbor Front. This was the start of a loong night. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching at Harbor Front, I headed towards the bus interchange, hoping that I could catch the last 188 bus home. Upon reaching, I realised I just missed it by 15 minutes, so I decided to take a taxi home. However, I soon realised that I still had no money in my wallet so I decided to look for an ATM. First, I went to Harbor Front centre. However, when I reached there, the building was dark and no one was inside so I assumed it was closed already. Then, tried my luck at Vivo City. When I reached there, all the shops are closed, and there were only few people that were making their way out after watching movies in the cinema. I remembered that there was a POSB branch on the second floor near the annex connecting to the Harbor Front terminal so I made my way there, but when I got there, I realised that the ATM is on the Harbor Front side of the building, so there was a steel gate blocking my way. I decided to go to the third floor, then first floor, then finally basement, to look around an ATM but after walking around and around and around for 30 minutes, I still cannot find a DBS or POSB Atm (I even tried UOB and Standard Chartered ATM out of desperation. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet tired from playing football and with bruises between my legs from walking around too much, I decided to go back to Harbor Front centre to try my luck. This time, although the building was dark, I saw that the enterance is still opened so I decided to go in and look for the POSB branch. "Yes! Finally I can withdraw some money and go home!", I thought. Making my way through the dark, empty mall, I was really annoyed when I found out that the electricity to the ATM machines were all cut off so none of them were working. =_=... so I went out from the building, hoping that I could find an ATM soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exiting the building, I saw a couple of guards talking to each other, so I approached them to ask for directions. They told me that there is another ATM at the back of some building and because I was tired, I didn't listen to their explanation properly and decided to walk towards what I thought was the right direction. Ended up going waaaaay off the place where I was supposed to go and I was walking around aimlessly for the next 30 minutes =_=... then my mom called me to ask me where I was and why I was not home yet. When I told her that I was still trying to find an ATM she laughed at me and said taht I could just use my ATM card to pay for the taxi ride. =_=" =_=.... =_=..........?!?! "OH YEAH I COULD DO THAT!" I shouted in my head. So I flagged a cab, got on, and went home feeling like an idiot. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had nothing to do today so I decided to take a walk around Orchard Road while listening to music. It was quite a refreshing walk on a Sunday afternoon while thinking about stuff that has been bothering me for the past week. Walked to Liang Court in Clarke Quay from Orchard to look around for Japanes food at the basement. Ended up eating the Rosu Katsu Curry and it didn't taste bad at all! Not as good as I expected but it was worth a try. haha. So with stomach full, heart refreshed and feeling happy, I made my way home on a bus 33 while listening to some nice songs from my handphone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-3279688188867676159?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3279688188867676159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=3279688188867676159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/3279688188867676159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/3279688188867676159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/07/week-that-went-by-too-quickly.html' title='A week that went by too quickly...'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-7379688653016716799</id><published>2008-07-17T15:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:07:19.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>君がいるだけで [kimi ga iru dake de] (Just by you being here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just for those people who are curious about my background music. haha. Really like this song's melancholic tune, which gets me into a nostalgic mood and make me think about the past. This is a quite old song by Kome Kome Club and its titled Kimi Ga Iru Dake De.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;たとえば君がいるだけで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tatoeba kimi ga iru dake de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;let's say just by you being here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心が強くなれること&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kokoro ga tsuyoku nareru koto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my heart become stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;何より大切なものを気付かせてくれたね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nani yori taisetsu na mono wo kizukasetekureta ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you made me realise something more important than anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ありがちな罠につい引き込まれ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;arigachi na wana ni tsui hiki komare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;being pulled into the usual trap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;思いもよらないくやしい涙よ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;omoi mo yoranai kuyashii namida yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;crying an unimaginable tears of regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;自分の弱さも知らないくせに&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;jibun no yowasa mo shiranai kuse ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;without even knowing my own weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;強がりの汽車を走らせていた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tsuyogari no kisha wo hashirasete ita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i kept pretending i was strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;めぐり逢った時のように&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;meguri atta toki no yo ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;just like the times we were involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;いつまでも変わらずいられたら&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;itsumade mo kawarazu iraretara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;forever it never changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wow wow True Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;たとえば君がいるだけで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tatoeba kimi ga iru dake de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;let's say just by you being here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心が強くなれること&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;kokoro ga tsuyoku nareru koto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my heart become stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;何より大切なものを気付かせてくれたね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nani yori taisetsu na mono wo kizukasetekureta ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you made me realise something more important than anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;裏切りの鏡に映しだされた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;uragiri no kagami ni utsushi dasareta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;it was projected in the mirror of betrayal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑顔につられて流された日々&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;egao ni tsurarete nagasareta hibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;the day that flowed by with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;儚いものへの憧れだけで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hakanai mono e no akogare dakede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kept yearning for the one who is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;すぐ目の前にあることを忘れてた&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sugu me no mae ni aru koto wo wasureteta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;forgetting the one who is right in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;なぜにもっと&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;naze ni motto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;素直になれなかったのだろう君にまで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sunao ni naranakatta no daro kimi ni made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i was not more true to my feeling towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wow wow True Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;たとえば君がいるだけで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;tatoeba kimi ga iru dake de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;let's say just by you being here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;心が強くなれること&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;kokoro ga tsuyoku nareru koto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my heart become stronger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;何より大切なものを気付かせてくれたね&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nani yori taisetsu na mono wo kizukasetekureta ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;you made me realise something more important than anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;True Heart　伝えられない　True Heart　わかって&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tsutaerarenai wakatte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can't express it understand me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;True Heart　見えないものを　True Heart　見つめて&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;mienai mono wo mitsumete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what i cannot see show me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;たとえば君がいるだけで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;tatoeba kimi ga iru dake de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;let's say just by you being here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;心が強くなれること&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kokoro ga tsuyoku nareru koto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my heart become stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;いつでもいつの時も&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;itsu demo itsu no toki mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anytime and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;二人はお互いを見つめてる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;futari wa otagai wo mitsumeteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;both of us will look after each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;たとえば君がいろだけで&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tatoeba kimi ga iru dake de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;let's say just by you being here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;心が強くなれること&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kokoro ga tsuyoku nareru koto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my heart become stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;いつでもいつの時も&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;itsu demo itsu no toki mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;anytime and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;二人はお互いを見つめてる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;futari wa otagai wo mitsumeteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;both of us will look after each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ララララ･･･････&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lalalala.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;lalalala.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-7379688653016716799?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7379688653016716799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=7379688653016716799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7379688653016716799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7379688653016716799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/07/kimi-ga-iru-dake-de-just-by-you-being.html' title='君がいるだけで [kimi ga iru dake de] (Just by you being here)'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-6688607190236980368</id><published>2008-07-11T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:18:16.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again!</title><content type='html'>Suddenly have the urge to start blogging again, so that means I would be updating this blog more regularly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best way is to just catch up with what has been happening around me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a holiday now! Well not really a holiday because I am doing my internship at a suppy chain management company called HAVI Global Solutions. You know the BigMac packaging, Fillet-o-fish packaging and Happy Meals? My company make sure that McDonald's in the whole Asia Pacific Region gets all the required supplies for operation. Working is kinda fun, though. I have been put in charge of taking care of the Happy Meal Toys! Yey! My supervisor usually asks me to do presentations and data entries, but then when I get to play with the toys, it's kinda fun! (lol i must have had a deprived childhood) But one thing that I am quiittee unhappy about is their pay =_="... $600 dollars per month. That's like $3.33 per hour... EVEN WORKING IN MCDONALD'S GIVES YOU MORE! argh man they are so cheap haha... but it's ok I guess for the sake of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for 5 days a week from 8 30 to 5 30, but on Tuesday and Thrusday, I normally go for my Japanese Lesson! Right after work, I would take the MRT from Jurong East MRT to Bugis MRT and from there walk for about 10 minutes to a language centre called JCSS (apparently its famous in Singapore.. haha..). Started taking this japanese lesson from about 1 year ago, and I have just started my Intermediate Level haha. Tsk, this great, charming, cool, kind Dodo managed to get 247/250 in his Elementary Level Examination and became the top student wahahaha (horny laugh). Well anyway, starting to learn difficult 漢字(kanji) now so it's getting more and more challenging. Wonder if I will be able to top it again this time.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been quite normal so far - nothing extreamly happy happened nor anything depressing came across. But if I were to highlight some of the more memorable things that happened recently, was maybe the day I went to my friend's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend of mine is my high school friend and he was celebrating his 21st birthday. Man, the party was quite extravagant - he rented a cotton candy machine and there was a table full of pastries and deserts like chocolate fountain, brownies, etc. man so fattening haha.. He opened quite a lot of champagnes also, and some hard liquors, and you could probably guess it that everyone was kinda high as the night progresses. Well sure, with all the food and all the cheerful people in the party, I was glad I was there, but one thing that I was really really satisfied about being there, was that my high school crush came too to that party. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's amazing how she still can make my heart beat so fast and make me act like a total idiot when I am talking to her haha. Apparently, she is also doing her internship in Singapore and she will be in the country till late August, so I guess *fingers crossed* I may have the chance to see her more this holiday. haha. Talked to her for quite a bit just to catch up on things, and it seems that she is doing pretty well in her university.  Kinda glad I was able to see her laugh again, and I'll tell you that nothing can beat the smile of the person you like. hahaha. Meeting her kinda made me think of the past when I was in high school, especially how I was so shy to talk to her and also the time I tried to ask her out but failed miserably. hahaha. I used to just pretend to walk towards her direction and steal a glance or two when walk in front of her. lol those were the days eh? haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its all in the past now and I am glad that I have such memories that I can just daydream about whenever I feel nostalgic or wanting to go back to the past. Even though seeing her make me really happy, I have already understood that the period of my life with her has been over 2 years ago, and if I keep turning my head to look to the past, I might trip over and screw up my future! ahaha. So thanks my crush! for the wonderful memories :) Besides, there's this girl that caught my eyes in my Japanese Class, but yeah, when the Girl is Right, Smile is Right, Personality is Right, it is often the case that Time is Wrong, and in my case this time, Time is indeed Wrong again... To tell you in more detail, this is how I found out Time is Wrong:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So how long have you been studying Japanese?"&lt;br /&gt;Her:"About 6 months ago."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Cool, which class were you in before?"&lt;br /&gt;Her:"Oh I was in (her teacher's name)'s class."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Oh I was in (my teacher's name)'s class."&lt;br /&gt;Her:"Haha. So are you in University now?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Yeah I am studying in SMU, quite close from here."&lt;br /&gt;Her:"Oh I see."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "How about you? You are still studying now?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Yeah I just finished my JC."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh? That's cool. You are going to University?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "NUS? NTU? SMU?"&lt;br /&gt;Her: "I am going overseas, to York in UK."&lt;br /&gt;*sound of shattered glass in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=_=..... =_=......... =_=...... =_=........ =_=..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, oh well. Better luck next time I guess =D Keep searchin' and one day you will find it. lol. But it's better be soon! It's not like I am getting youger.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I guess thats all that I am gonna write for now. Probably gonna write something again when I feel like it, probably not if I am too lazy. haha.. hope I'll this weekend would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-6688607190236980368?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6688607190236980368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=6688607190236980368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/6688607190236980368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/6688607190236980368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-again.html' title='Hello again!'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-3239831701118688148</id><published>2008-02-14T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T00:22:19.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Day of the Year Again</title><content type='html'>One of the days I dread most is Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one whole day, I would have to bear with the voice in my head that says, "LOOK AROUND YOU LOSER. PEOPLE ACTUALLY HAVE GIRLFRIENDS!!!"=_=...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing my Japanese Lesson, I quickly made my way to Burger King near  Bugis Junction because I haven't ate my dinner yet. As I walk along Victoria Street, I see couples holding their hands while walking, enjoying each other's company after a romantic dinner in some fancy restaurant. =_= "Sigh... I am such a loser.", I told myself and kept walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to increase my pace so that I reach Burger King as soon as possible, afterall, there should be no couples celebrating Valentine in Burger King rite? Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached Burger King and opened the door, the place was filled with a disturbing sight of couples giggling with each other, eating burgers while flirting with their counterparts. "Oh well, what's new. Forget it, I am just gonna buy some burgers and eat it quick, then go home." I said to myself in my head. After ordering my Double Whopper with Cheese Meal, I sat down and tried as hard as possible not to notice things that were around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year, I tell myself the same thing, yet each year, it seems that I am just not ready yet to let go of that feeling that's buried deep within my heart. To be honest, I'm getting tired with myself not being able to move on and forget what's happened in the past. I mean, what's the point of thinking about something that can't be changed? Seriously, if I keep this up, I am doing myself no favour here, and I would just be letting this cycle to continuosly happen in the future, in each of the year that I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me once that I am the kind of person who doesn't fall in love easily, but when I do, I would not be able to let go very easily. That time, I thought it was ridiculous and refused to believe what he said, but I've never thought that what he said would be one of the biggest problem that I will face while growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, all I can do now is to hope for a person to knock on my door once again, and kick the person that has been sitting in my heart for a long time away from my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for the day when I will be able to look at this and laugh at myself now, hopefully with someone around my arms, laughing together with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms are coming and I haven't even started revising... So dead.. =_=. and I have 3 projects and presentations due... ARGH... but holidays are coming soon and I will be off to Macau for school trip! haha gonna see what's a casino like.. wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing Her The Right Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after his parents were divorced, Little Johnny passed by his mom's bedroom and saw her rubbing her body and moaning, "I need a man, I need a man!"&lt;br /&gt;Over the next couple of months, he saw her doing this several times.&lt;br /&gt;One day, he came home from school and heard her moaning. When he peeked into her bedroom, he saw a man on top of her.&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny ran into his room, took off his clothes, threw himself on his bed, started stroking himself, and moaning, "Ohh, I need a bike! I need a bike!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-3239831701118688148?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3239831701118688148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=3239831701118688148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/3239831701118688148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/3239831701118688148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-that-day-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Day of the Year Again'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-8411145712255869413</id><published>2008-01-15T06:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T07:22:52.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found out I have to do this, so here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things that scares me:&lt;br /&gt;1. My own weight&lt;br /&gt;2. Face-like stain on the ceiling of my room&lt;br /&gt;3. My grandmother's naked body&lt;br /&gt;4. Horror movies&lt;br /&gt;5. Clementi Central's McDonalds toilet&lt;br /&gt;6. The "Tissue Paper 1 Dollar" lady&lt;br /&gt;7. Losing purpose in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things that I like most:&lt;br /&gt;1. Myself&lt;br /&gt;2. My friends&lt;br /&gt;3. My parents&lt;br /&gt;4. You&lt;br /&gt;5. Your sister&lt;br /&gt;6. Walking in Orchard Road listening to music while eating food at night&lt;br /&gt;7. Spending hours in front of computer doing rubbish things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Important things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;1. My bed&lt;br /&gt;2. My clothes&lt;br /&gt;3. Strange black object hidden deep inside my cupboard&lt;br /&gt;4. A naked picture of female dodo&lt;br /&gt;5. My dustbin&lt;br /&gt;6. My desk&lt;br /&gt;7. My laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I fell from second storey bed and dislocated my shoulder before&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't like cockroach in my bowl of noodle&lt;br /&gt;3. If I had the choice of eating laksa or cleaning a toilet bowl, I would eat laksa (O_o?!)&lt;br /&gt;4. I drink at least a glass of water everyday&lt;br /&gt;5. My name is not Fransiscus Robert Joachim Albertus Freeman&lt;br /&gt;6. I prefer xiao bian than da bian&lt;br /&gt;7. I did this questions right after I woke up at 7 am in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I like to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Become famous&lt;br /&gt;2. Taste all the food around the world&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a girlfriend, be forced to get married, have children, and spend my old days playing Maple Story&lt;br /&gt;4. Lose weight&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a good job&lt;br /&gt;6. Go to your house and eat for free&lt;br /&gt;7. Travel around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat human waste&lt;br /&gt;2. Swim from one end of Singapore River to another&lt;br /&gt;3. Touch my forehead with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;4. Put my forehead on my butt&lt;br /&gt;5. Eat chair&lt;br /&gt;6. Eat spaghetti from nose&lt;br /&gt;7. Bungee jumping without rope from top of a cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things that attract me to opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nerdiness&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice lips&lt;br /&gt;3. Nice eyes&lt;br /&gt;4. Smile&lt;br /&gt;5. Not having a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;6. Not having a weird tattoo in dirty places&lt;br /&gt;7. Didn't become a girl through sex change operation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Things I say more:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yo!&lt;br /&gt;2. What the hell!&lt;br /&gt;3. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to wrestle you naked!&lt;br /&gt;5. Oops!&lt;br /&gt;6. If you put your finger inside my nose, you won't feel good.&lt;br /&gt;7. Wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven Celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gurmit Singh&lt;br /&gt;2. Rowan Atkinson&lt;br /&gt;3. Fiona Xie&lt;br /&gt;4. Toda Erika&lt;br /&gt;5. Inoue Mao&lt;br /&gt;6. Horikita Maki&lt;br /&gt;7. Aragaki Yui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK IM LATE FOR MY CLASS NOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-8411145712255869413?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8411145712255869413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=8411145712255869413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/8411145712255869413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/8411145712255869413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/found-out-i-have-to-do-this-so-here-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-334385367643329307</id><published>2008-01-13T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:20:40.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Taxi Driver...</title><content type='html'>Went to play football with friends yesterday at my old school. Played under the rain so it was quite fun. After that, went to a nearby coffee shop to drink lime juice there. O_o ordered a plate of Beef Fried rice lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, I went to the side of the road to flag for a taxi. After getting on a taxi, as I was about to reach my home, the taxi driver started talking to me. At first, he asked me where I came from and why am I heading to NUS Staff's Housing (my father works for NUS so I live in the staff's housing) and after explaining to him, he started talking about many, many and MANY other things. o_O He asked,"You Singaporean?" "No, I'm actually Indonesian." I replied. "Oh," he said, looking at me through his mirror. Then he asked me whether I was studying here, and I told him that I am pursuing my Business Degree at SMU. "You must be careful," he said with a serious expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taxi reached my home, and the driver stopped it's meter. After paying him and as I was about to get out from the taxi, he started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you graduate and get a job, surely you will be posted in a high position. And when you are in high position, you will get higher pay but also you will have a lot of pressure." Wondering what he is trying to say, I asked him to explain to me what he meant. "You know, some people work for 10 to 15 years for a company, but they never get promoted. So when they see you starting at a higher position than them, they will try everything to sabo you." He then continued, "The person who is the most dangerous is the person closes to you." "They know all about you, from your weaknesses to bad things that you have done in the past. And when they have enough evidence against you, they will show it to the top people, and the top people will then come and find you.", he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me still inside the taxi with my hand on the door handle, I was ready to thank him for his advice and I was about to get out, but to my horror, his mouth opened and he started talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, Singaporeans are cruel people.", he said. He then went on to talk about how Singaporean bosses ill treats their foreign workers, such as those Chinese lady working in Kopitiam, or those company owners who doesn't give any chance to any mistakes made by employees. "Singaporeans are lazy people. They want a lot of money, but they don't want to work for it. And when the foreigners get their job, they complain to the government.", he added with an angry tone. For the next 30 minutes, as I sat there wondering when he is going to stop talking, he continued his speech, covering various topics such as what jobs are good to take and what businesses should I venture into. Everytime he make pauses, my joy of possibly getting out of the taxi is destroyed, as soon as he started opening his mouth and talking about something else. I don't meant to be rude but, my legs were itchy and I was so tired from playing football and I was dying to have my shower and to sleep on my bed as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it seemed that he has run out of things to talk about, he stretched his hand towards me and said, "I hope you have a good luck in your studies, and all the best to you." "Thank you for your advice. I hope you have a good night.", I said as I shook his hand, after which I opened the taxi door and let myself out of that car, earning my well deserved freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting aside the fact that I had to endure his long speech, some things that came out from him are actually valuable. I learned things such as not to trust someone completely with everything you have because nobody is perfect and they can turn their backs on you anytime. I also learned not to be complacent and always starts from the bottom and work your way slowly to the top, so as to respect those who has been there longer than you have. Most importantly, I learned that if we want to be wealthy, it won't happen if we just sit around all day and do nothing. Those people who are earning millions were once as poor as many people around us. But through perseverence, determination, and some sheer luck, they made their way to the top and now lives comfortably in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to laze around now, sure, you will enjoy your current life more. But watch your back because Time ain't gonna wait for you. You might have your parents now to cover your back, but they aren't gonna be here forever. Before you know it, you've already fallen deep into the darkness, never be able to escape again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future, is in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is the start of another dreadful week. Hope I survive this one. haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A teacher asks her class, "If there are five birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?" She calls on little Johnny. "None, they all fly away with the first gunshot."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replies, "The correct answer is four, but I like your thinking." Then Little Johnny says, "I have a question for YOU. There are three women sitting on a bench having ice cream. One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?"&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies, "Well I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone."&lt;br /&gt;"The correct answer is the one with the wedding ring on... but I like your thinking." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-334385367643329307?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/334385367643329307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=334385367643329307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/334385367643329307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/334385367643329307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/went-to-play-football-with-friends.html' title='Lonely Taxi Driver...'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-540718034508039617</id><published>2008-01-12T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T01:22:03.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She caught my eyes...</title><content type='html'>Just came home after playing FIFA 2008 in Cineleisure with friends. Quite tired because I had to endure 1 hour ride in the 143 bus all the way from Orchard to West Coast. Nonetheless, it was a nice break from what was quite a hectic day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*sharp pain in the heart*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...who... is she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is she in my year? never seen her before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what a nice smile she has. wonder what's her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*pretends not to look*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't know why i've never noticed her before. *smile*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh, she is packing her bag. she's leaving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*pretends to type something in laptop*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hope i see her tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have piano lesson tomorrow in the morning. Have to wake up early even though its Saturday =_=... Still many assignments to do for next week, and I just can't wait for holidays to come again, even though school has just barely started. Gonna have a football match tomorrow with friends so I guess tomorrow wouldn't be so bad afterall.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was an old man named Bozo, and all he had was a female donkey. One day he wins the lottery and gets $50,000. He doesn't know what to do with his money, so he decides to spend a night in a five star hotel. He asks for the finest room and starts going up the stairs with his female donkey. The manager sees him and asks where he's going with his donkey. "Anywhere I go, she goes." "I'm sorry, sir," said the manager, "but you can't take the donkey upstairs. Leave it down here with us and we'll take good care of her." So Bozo goes up to his room and opens the door. Everything is made of gold, there is a table full of food, and a huge television. He doesn't want to ruin anything so he takes his raggedy coat off and sleeps on the floor. The next morning the manager comes up to the room and asks how his night was. ''Great!'' replied Bozo. ''How much do I have to pay?'' he asks. ''One thousand dollars for the food.'' ''But I haven't touched the food." ''It was right there, so you should have. Two thousand dollars for the TV." ''But I didn't even know how to turn the damn thing on!'' ''It was there, so you should have. Five thousand for sleeping on the bed." ''But I slept on the floor!'' ''It was there. Your total is eight thousand dollars." ''You owe me ten thousand dollars for screwing my donkey.'' ''But sir, I didn't screw your donkey.'' ''It was there. You should have!'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-540718034508039617?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/540718034508039617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=540718034508039617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/540718034508039617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/540718034508039617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-came-home-after-playing-fifa-2008.html' title='She caught my eyes...'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-4685027010509849983</id><published>2008-01-10T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:34:03.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness?</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my Japanese Lesson from Bugis, which was quite a waste of time because I knew what was being taught in class beforehand. Took the 33 bus home and when I reached home, I was greeted by my parents who have just come back from Taiwan. They bought me a pair of new jeans (why jeans?! I have lots of jeans!) and some kind of tofu with bee hoon inside it, eaten with a sweet and sour sauce. O_o ate it straight away because I was so hungry haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... what's happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness to me can be many things, from something very simple to something very meaningful in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and hungry after a long day of school, happiness can just be one bowl of noodle away. Walking in Orchard Road with Old Chang Kee in my mouth and music in my ears on a windy afternoon is also one of the things that make me happy. Playing football with friends that I have not seen in ages can also bring me happiness. Pretty much, I am happy with most things that I come across in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, those happiness can be considered to be something trivial, and surely there is something that makes me much happier than a bowl of noodle on a hungry day. I kept thinking and thinking, trying to find out what actually makes me the happiest, but the longer the time I take to think, the more confused I was to find the true meaning of my happiness. "What is happiness to me?" I kept repeating in my mind, but I just can't seem to find the answer. So then, failing to find any answer in my mind, I decided to search somewhere else, and slowly, I started to look into my heart for an answer. Could my happiness lie in my heart? Before I realised, I was already taken two years back into time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, at the end of my high school year, I went for a trip with many friends to Bali, to celebrate the end of school, and to say our final goodbyes before some of us go abroad to continute with their studies. There were about 10 of us, and between the ten of them was one person that was very important to me. As we were walking around the city to find good food and to shop, each time I see her with a smile on her face, my whole body just started to be filled with a warm feeling. Each time she turns around to talk to me, my heart just started beating so quickly, making me nervous but nevertheless overflowed with joy. Certainly, those moments gave me much more happiness than a bowl of noodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is happiness to me? Well, I am not too sure if you guys agree with me, and I am sure happiness differes from person to person. Well, I am not really used to saying mushy things, but if I had to say what makes me the happiest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the smile of the person I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Weekend is coming soon, but I am really not looking forward to it. haha.. Lots of assignments and readings to be completed! Hate school, haha.. but Chinese New Year is just around the corner and I would be going to Macau for school trip soon, so at least I have something to look forward to o_O.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Mary was not the best student in Sunday School. Usually she slept through the class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, ''Tell me, Mary, who created the universe?'' When Mary didn't stir, little Johnny, an altruistic boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. ''God Almighty !'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good'' and Mary fell back to sleep. A while later the teacher asked Mary, ''Who is our Lord and Savior?'' But Mary didn't even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again. ''Jesus Christ!'' shouted Mary and the teacher said, ''Very good,'' and Mary fell back to sleep. Then the teacher asked Mary a third question, ''What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?'' And again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Mary jumped up and shouted, ''If you stick that damn thing in me one more time, I'll break it in half!'' The Teacher fainted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-4685027010509849983?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/4685027010509849983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=4685027010509849983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/4685027010509849983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/4685027010509849983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-came-back-from-my-japanese-lesson.html' title='Happiness?'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-7314880581466830872</id><published>2008-01-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:35:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny lesson...</title><content type='html'>It's been 3 days since school started and I have no more class for the rest of the week. yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Had an interesting lesson today. I left home and reached school at around 11:45 am to attend a class called Technology and World Change, and as I sat down in class waiting for the lecture to start, I looked at my professor and thought that he seemed like a serious looking guy. An Indian decent, his black formal suit and a matching tie gave an impression of a calm and serious man, who is strict and wants no nonsense from his students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As students start to fill the class room, the professor asked us to settle down quickly, as he wanted to show us a video clip. I thought that it would be one of those videos that introduce the course to the class, since it was our first lesson. As he turned off the light and turned on the projector, he clicked on "Play" and started the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Video: A bunch of cave woman were walking from their cave towards a river, carrying pieces of clothes to be washed on the stream. As they were walking, a cave man was following them closely from behind. As the cave woman reached the river bank, they bent down, with their backside sticking out, and started washing the clothes. (the backside was fully exposed as those cave woman wore no pants) The cave guy got aroused, jumped out of the bush he was hiding in, and started running towards the woman, with a horny expression on his face. He let out a perverted scream, and as quick as a lightning, he jumped towards the backside of the woman, grabbing it, and started rubbing his "joystick" inside that woman's "golf hole", like a dog trying to reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As students stares in disbelief, I looked towards the professor who was standing at the back of the class, grinning with a horny smile on his face. Before I can believe what I just saw, the second video started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Video: A white guy went to a land of Eskimos (those people who lives in South Pole in an igloo) to spread words about Christianity. As he enters an igloo owned by an Eskimo, he was welcomed by an Eskimo couple, and in accordance with an Eskimo costumes, the couple offered the white guy a bowl of seal intestine with life worms and some yellow looking food that looked very disgusting. The white man refused and said that he can't eat those food. Then, the white man said, "The Lord wants you to love your wife." and the Eskimo misunderstood what the white man said and offered him to make love to his wife. The white man, again refused, but this time it angered the Eskimo man. He grabbed the white man by his shirt, lifted him up, and started smashing his head on the wall of his igloo. His head cracked, his brain oozed out and blood started squirting out of his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the whole class stared in disbelief, and again, the professor was giggling on his own at the back of the class. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PROFESSOR?! =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But luckily, he explained how that video was relevant to Technology and World Change, and he turned out to be a quite interesting professor, so I guess he is not as bad as I thought. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Met with the girl, and she looks prettier than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A lot of assignments, homeworks, and projects to be handed in, and it's only the first week of school! ARGH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was riding in the back of his limousine when he saw a man eating grass by the roadside. He ordered his driver to stop and he got out to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you eating grass?" he asked the man.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have any money for food," the poor man replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, please come to my house!"&lt;br /&gt;"But sir, I have a wife and four children..."&lt;br /&gt;"Bring them along!" the rich man said.&lt;br /&gt;They all climbed into the limo. Once underway, the poor fellow said, "Sir, you are too kind. Thank you for taking all of us in."&lt;br /&gt;The rich man replied, "No, you don't understand. The grass at my house is over three feet tall!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-7314880581466830872?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7314880581466830872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=7314880581466830872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7314880581466830872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7314880581466830872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/funny-lesson.html' title='Funny lesson...'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-7545138051725000794</id><published>2008-01-05T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:30:26.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockroach madness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Two more days till my school restarts, and I feel like a anus-less guy with a stomach ache. This term is going to be a busy one, with a school event to organize, and many projects deadlines to meet. Gotta attend two briefings during the first week for internship and exchange program, and I have a Japanese lesson to attend to twice a week on top of my school obligations. =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Chinatown today with my uncle and his family for some sight-seeing. My uncle wanted to buy Ba kwa to bring home to Indonesia. After walking around aimlessly around Chinatown, went to Vivo City to have some kaya toast with teh si. o_O And I bought 200 grams of chocolate from Candy Empire and finished it all while drinking tea =_=... *new year resolution not going well* haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the way home, we took bus number 188 and the first thing that I saw as soon as I got onto the bus was a tiny cockroach on the floor. So I thought, "What the heck, it's just one tiny cockroach...", and I stepped on it and sat down. I was wrong. THE WHOLE BUS WAS INFECTED WITH COCKROACH! Omg, I swear that was the dirtiest bus I have ever been into. There were swarms of cockroach on the sides and the floor of the bus, and they were running all over the place. I SWEAR THERE WERE MORE THAN 10 OF THEM O_O! so we got off the bus and took 143 home..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Joke of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shiny-Walled Box Thingie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Amish boy and his father were visiting a nearby mall. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny silver walls that moved apart and back together again by themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lad asked, "What is this, father?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father, having never seen an elevator, responded, "I have no idea what it is."&lt;br /&gt;While the boy and his father were watching wide-eyed, an old lady in a wheelchair rolled up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched as small circles lit up above the walls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls opened up again and a beautiful twenty-four-year-old woman stepped out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father looked at his son anxiously and said, "Go get your mother." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-7545138051725000794?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7545138051725000794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=7545138051725000794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7545138051725000794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7545138051725000794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/cockroach-madness.html' title='Cockroach madness...'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-7159302632417587091</id><published>2008-01-03T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:02:29.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at East Coast...</title><content type='html'>Went to East Coast Park today with my cousins to rollerblade and cycle. Drizzled a bit when we arrived there but the rain subsided after a while so we managed to play in a quite nice cool weather. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While cycling, my cousin who was rollerblading wanted to hold on to me while I am cycling so that she could go faster. At first, I was going slowly just to make sure that she does not fall... then the devil inside me was telling me in my head: "GO FASTER!!! GO FASTER!!!"... which is exactly what I did... and... lol... my cousin slipped and fell to the floor, hitting her butt and scratching her arm. o_O Lucky there were no serious injuries =_= what was I thinking?! O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we went to the same place with them and kinda did the same thing to her o_O... We were cycling and she was right behind me following my bike... then the devil spoke yet again in my head: "BRAKE THE BIKE SUDDENLY! BRAKE THE BIKE SUDDENLY!"... so I stopped the bike suddenly and this caused her bike to crash into mine, hitting her on the leg, and gave her a bruise o_O... *thinks needs a way to get rid of this mischievous devil in my head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went home straight away after that and on the way, ate some Japanese food in Clementi. Went grocery shopping with my mother and returned home. What a tiring day. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin. These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot of testing and background checks involved before you can even be considered for the position.  After sending some applicants through the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down to two men and a woman, but only one position was available.&lt;br /&gt;    The day came for the final test to see which peson would get the extremely secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow our instructions whatever the circumstances," they explained. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair.  Take this gun and kill her."  The man looked horrified and said, "You can't be serious!  I could never shoot my wife!"   "Well," said the CIA man, "you're definitely not the right man for this job then."&lt;br /&gt;    So they brought the second man to the same door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained to the second man.  "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair.  Take this gun and kill her."  The second man looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes; then the door opened.  The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes.  "I tried to shoot her; I just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife.  I guess I'm not the right man for the job."&lt;br /&gt;    "No," the CIA man replied, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."&lt;br /&gt;    Now they only had the woman left to test. They led her to the same door to the same room and handed her the same gun.   "We must be sure that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances; this is your final test.  Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill him." The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun start firing, one shot after another for 13 shots.  Then all hell broke loose in the room. They heard screaming, rashing, and banging on the walls.  This went on for several minutes; then all went quiet. &lt;br /&gt;    The door opened slowly, and there stood the woman.  She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks.  I had to beat the son of a bitch to death with the chair!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-7159302632417587091?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7159302632417587091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=7159302632417587091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7159302632417587091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/7159302632417587091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-at-east-coast.html' title='A day at East Coast...'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-3001780760149951346</id><published>2008-01-02T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:36:39.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008!</title><content type='html'>Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it would be appropriate to start with some new year resolutions that I have came up with for the year 2008... here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being alive till 2009.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get GPA of at least 3.4 this sem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn to spend less and save up more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accepts the love that's gone, forget about it, and find a new one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play less and concentrate more on studies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lose weight, grow muscle, and keep weight at below 75kg.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat less&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last time I made any resolutions were last year, and I gave up on them exactly one week after making them, so I hope this time I would stick to my resolutions for at least a longer time.. haha.. =_=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last night, dreamt of someone I thought I've forgotten, and it kinda disturbed me quite a bit. Does a dream really tells one's true desire? She was sitting beside me with a smile on her face, and we were joking around with each other while sitting on a windy grassland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One year ago, I promised myself that I would completely forget about her, and I spent each day trying to occupy my mind with something else so that I don't think about her all the time. I thought I was doing pretty well, didn't really think about her much anymore, and in fact, I was interested with another girl at school few months back. Slowly, I told myself that she hold no significance in my life, and I tried carrying out my life as normally as I could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When Christmas came, I knew that my friends would be coming from overseas to meet each other at Singapore, and I also knew that she would be coming back as well. Strangely enough, my efforts for the past year seemed to have been futile, because just by having a thought of possibly meeting her again gave me the same feeling that I had three years ago, the feeling of when I fell in love with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I started asking myself questions: Am I really useless against my past, so much so that I am doing myself no good for my future? How long would I continue to think about someone that I cannot obtain? Would this cycle keep repeating as the year pass? &lt;strong&gt;What do I really want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First Love is a strange thing that binds its victim for decades to come. Failure to obtain the First Love translates to a lifetime of pain and a longing for a false hope that will never knock on the doorstep. I asked myself once again, Does a dream really tells one's desire? Seems like I would just have to live my life to find the answer to that question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cooked mapo tofu today for lunch. My uncle said it was nice, but my little cousins didnt like it too much cuz it was spicy.. haha.. =_= Gonna cook them something nice tomorrow I guess :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Joke of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;A little boy wrote to Santa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;One day, a little boy wrote to Santa Clause, "Please send me a sister." Santa Clause wrote him back, "Ok, send me your mother." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-3001780760149951346?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3001780760149951346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=3001780760149951346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/3001780760149951346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/3001780760149951346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2008/01/goodbye-2007-hello-2008.html' title='Goodbye 2007, Hello 2008!'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-1704230135622307120</id><published>2007-10-08T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:12:55.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Mid Term Break..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mid term break is finally here! o_O but I won't really call this holiday week a break. Well, to begin with, I have loads of stuff to do this week. There's Management Accounting project to be done and we would have to find a company soon or we are doomed, I would have to plan a session for the youth in my church, and I will have to be ready for next term because more tests and project deadlines are coming up.. =_=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to my Formal Western Dining today for my Finishing Touch class and it was lots of fun. We had a practice networking sessions, some games and activites, and also the food was not bad at all for S$20 that I paid for the session. I must admit I was pretty nervous in the beginning at stabbing peas at first (the stupid peas kept on jumping away from my fork whenever I try to stab them) and it was also quite a challenge to eat the soup because you actually have to bring the spoon to your mouth (yes, I am not a very civilized person so most of the time, I eat soup like I drink water out of a glass). I had a slight back pain too because I have to keep my posture straight all the time. @_@ but overall, it was a great experience and would have been better if there were more food served :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just finished watching Kimi wa Petto! today. Now I'm left with no drama to watch again =.=.. Been seeing lots of Matsumoto Jun from Arashi recently. I guess he's entertaining to watch, but after seeing 3 dramas that he acted in as the lead actor back to back, no offence but I think I would throw up (don't know why) if I see another one with him in it. Haha.. better stay away from him for now. I'll probably find dramas with pretty girls this time :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nobuta wo Produce (野ブタ。をプロデュース)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118915150949784994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwoKNWe6HaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i_KcVzvHHgA/s320/bscap1080gf.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kiritani Shuji is the popular guy who gets along with everyone, from the jerks to the nerds to the just plain weird. The one person Shuji cannot stand is Kusano Akira. To Shuji, Akira is just plain annoying. He laughs, talks and acts funny. Things heat up when a new student comes to school. Her name is Kotani Nobuko, a girl who has no self confidence at all and is content at being made fun of and bullied in school. Shuji and Akira come to an accord that in order to make use of their "youth" they will "produce" Nobuko as the next popular girl. One of the conditions, however, is that nobody should find out that they are working together as a team to make this concept possible. Unveiled here is the story of true friendship between three unlikely candidates who would not have been friends if not given the special circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Nobuta_wo_Produce"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Nobuta_wo_Produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This drama is one of the best drama in 2005, winning the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47thTelevision Drama Acadamy Awards: Best Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47thTelevision Drama Acadamy Awards: Best Actor: Kamenashi Kazuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47thTelevision Drama Acadamy Awards: Best Supporting Actress: Horikita Maki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47thTelevision Drama Acadamy Awards: Best Director&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47thTelevision Drama Acadamy Awards: Best Script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47thTelevision Drama Acadamy Awards: Best Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(taken from &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Nobuta_wo_Produce"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Nobuta_wo_Produce&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For those looking for a high school drama with comedy and romance, this is probably something that you should not miss. Really enjoyed this drama when I watched it and hope you guys can enjoy it too o_O.. Same guy and girl from Kurosagi (Yamashita Tomohisa and Horikita Maki)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then. Time for dinner. Have a great week ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiao. [Not-Extinct]&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/4531220266000223730-1704230135622307120?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1704230135622307120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=1704230135622307120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/1704230135622307120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/1704230135622307120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/start-of-mid-term-break.html' title='Start of Mid Term Break..'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwoKNWe6HaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/i_KcVzvHHgA/s72-c/bscap1080gf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-5026613653982559882</id><published>2007-10-06T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:12:56.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday's gone and Sunday's come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Queensway shopping centre to buy a new pair of shoes. I was going to buy a pair that fits my feet perfectly, but I think I actually managed to buy bigger one than the one I had before o_O.. Also bought a pair of sandals to replace the old one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched English Premier League just now, between Manchester United and Wigan Athletics. Glad that the second half was far more exciting than the first, with Man U back to winning form by crushing Wigan 4 - 0. Probably gonna watch more matches tomorrow, since holiday's started and I can stay up a bit later than normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;During dinner, my parents said that one of my cousins in Indonesia is having a difficult time trying to find some money for her tertiary education. She is currently in final year of her Singapore's Junior College equivalent. In Indonesia, studying in a university costs around 50 million rupiah for the first term ( 1 SGD = 6000 IDR), and around 30 million for each of the remaining 3 years. This is excluding money for living costs, study trips, and study materials. So in total, she would need around 200 million for her 4 years of tertiary education. That is equivalent to around 35 thousand Singapore dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For some of us, we have that amount of money saved by our parents for our education, and we would not really make such a big deal because we expect our parents to have saved that amount of money for our university. However, looking from the perspective from my cousin, she is going through a lot of pain because her parents can't afford that amount of money. Moreover, she wants to be a Doctor, so that would cost more money than a normal undergraduate in other faculties. Her parents earns around two to three million rupiahs a month, which is equivalent to around 500 Singapore dollars a month, which is in no way enough to pay for her school fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hearing this from my parents makes me feel very lucky that I have been blessed with the luxury of having parents that can afford to pay for my school fee and my expenses. Comparing myself with my cousin, I feel darn guilty that I am not doing the best that I should be doing. My cousins has a great ambition of becoming a Doctor, yet she is faced with the reality that she might not be able to fulfill her dreams because of financial reasons, but looking at myself as someone who has the financial support from my parents to pursue my studies, it would almost look like a crime against humanity that I am wasting so much time that other people are dying to have. Well, I hope I could get my acts together and start doing something worthwhile in my life, so as to not disappoint my parents, and hopefully, become someone that can help others both socially and financially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dragonzakura (ドラゴン桜)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118260056767995282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rwe2Z2e6HZI/AAAAAAAAACs/MrwELJPgIZo/s400/dragonzakura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sakuragi Kenji is a destitute lawyer and one-time member of a motorcycle gang trying to guide failing high school students with an average score of 36 into Japan's most prestigious educational institution, Tokyo University (Toudai). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you want to change your life, get into Toudai!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For no other reason than Sakuragi's personal ambition, he has advertised his intention to produce 5 successful Toudai applicants from the students of a nearly bankrupt failure of a school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If you want to change your life, get into Toudai!" He will get them from this lowest of all schools into Japan's number one!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our protagonist, Sakuragi Kenji, played by Abe Hiroshi in his first role as a high school teacher, is a must see in this summer's new show. This third rate lawyer soon becomes the homeroom teacher for the special advanced class aiming for Toudai University entrance. Hasegawa Kyouko costars as English teacher and Sakuragi's opponent, and Yamashita Tomohisa from NEWS and Nagasawa Masami also appear in the role of students. This awaited original work and fascinating world view is brought to you from the popular serialized comic in Shuukan Morning (Kodansha) and has even been updated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In addition to revealing essential test taking techniques for everyone who wants to know how to get into Toudai, Dragon Zakura will also teach the essentials of living one's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Dragon_Zakura"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Dragon_Zakura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who are looking for a high school comedy drama, this is a very good choice for you! Greatly recommend this drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gotta do some work now! o_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selamat Malam [Not-Extinct]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-5026613653982559882?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5026613653982559882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=5026613653982559882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/5026613653982559882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/5026613653982559882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/saturdays-gone-and-sundays-come.html' title='Saturday&apos;s gone and Sunday&apos;s come.'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rwe2Z2e6HZI/AAAAAAAAACs/MrwELJPgIZo/s72-c/dragonzakura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-1042171289447823511</id><published>2007-10-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:12:56.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friggin Friday..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hooray! Friday at last... =.= Just came home from my Japanese conversation class in Bugis. Yeap, after 10 years since the last time I spoke a single word of Japanese, I am learning it again. The class is pretty fun, except that I would have to sacrifice my Friday night when I could have gone out instead. But I don't have a girlfriend or anything so it doesn't really actually matters =_=..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went around Bugis during the day to find a nice formal shoes for my Formal Western Dining. Walked around for 2 hours but didn't really find a pair that I like, so I decided to go to Raffles City to eat at SushiTei... Ate bowl tendon, a plate of salmon belly, a plate of maguro, a plate of salmon, and a plate of salmon skin. Spent S$27.50 o_O..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Took the number 33 bus to go home and the driver was speeding like crazy. Normally, journey home would take me 1 hour, but I reached home within 30 minutes. I swear the driver was out to kill someone on the street or he was having a bad day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Still have many things left to do for the weekend. Firstly, I have to think of a business plan for competition as a part of Venture club. Then, I would have to meet up with some people from my church to discuss about song writing for Christmas. On monday, I have my Formal Western Dining and Management Accounting meeting at 1 pm. Err... @#$&amp;amp;!! AND I have piano lesson tomorrow and I have not done the homework @_@.. sian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kurosagi (クロサギ)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117867556886683010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwZRbWe6HYI/AAAAAAAAACk/mGJs2NlhKoE/s400/kurosagi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yamashita Tomohisa plays Kurosaki, a young man whose family was destroyed by swindlers. Despite that, Kurosaki grows up to become a con artist known as Kurosagi. As Kurosagi, he swindles other con artists and returns the money to the original victim. He works with the master swindler Katsuragi Toshio (Yamazaki Tsutomu) even though Toshio had a hand in the destruction of Kurosaki’s family. Kurosaki's life begins to change when he meets Yoshikawa Tsurara (Horikita Maki), a young law student who disapproves of his disrespect of the law. Can she persuade Kurosaki to give up swindling and his quest for revenge?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kurosagi"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kurosagi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Those who are looking for thiller with a bit of romance, this is a good show to catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, darn tired so I'll go sleep now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chiao. [Not-Extinct]&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/4531220266000223730-1042171289447823511?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1042171289447823511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=1042171289447823511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/1042171289447823511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/1042171289447823511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/friggin-friday.html' title='Friggin Friday..!'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwZRbWe6HYI/AAAAAAAAACk/mGJs2NlhKoE/s72-c/kurosagi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-1588902402101469828</id><published>2007-10-04T16:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:12:56.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Exam's finished and I am in school now disturbing people who still have some exams left. Pretty much nothing left to do and the only thing I will need to prepare for is my Formal Western Dining. Have to buy a pair of new shoes later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proposal Daisakusen (プロポーズ大作戦)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117398589407632754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwSm52e6HXI/AAAAAAAAACc/l1e_7ejrP6k/s400/propose2ci0kd5pc6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you have done correctly if you were a given a chance to redo what you did in the past? This drama is about a guy who is attending his best friend's wedding, a childhood friend whom he fell in love with. However, when he was in high school, he didn't have the guts to tell her how he felt, and during crucial moments which could have changed his fate, he failed to take those chances, and as a result, he now feels helpless watching her marry someone else. However, a fairy appeared and helps him change his fate. To find out more about this drama, just go to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Proposal_Daisakusen"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Proposal_Daisakusen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you guys want to watch the drama I have introduced here, you can go to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.veoh.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crunchyroll.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.crunchyroll.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; to watch them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; also have some but not many series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gonna play some games now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios. [Not-Extinct]&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/4531220266000223730-1588902402101469828?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1588902402101469828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=1588902402101469828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/1588902402101469828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/1588902402101469828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-finished-and-i-am-in-school-now.html' title='Nothing to do..'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwSm52e6HXI/AAAAAAAAACc/l1e_7ejrP6k/s72-c/propose2ci0kd5pc6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-2178224006402205324</id><published>2007-10-03T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:12:56.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just had my final mid term exam today. Management Accounting is harder than I thought it would be. Wasnt really confident of my answers, but I guess I can just barely make it. I hope that my last-minute-studying-one-day-before-exam-but-played-dota-instead-and-ended-up-only-studying-for-4-hours helped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The only thing left to do this term is the upcoming Formal Western Dining for my Finishing Touch module. When that's done, my holiday officially starts. Woopie. Don't really have plans for the holiday but I guess I'll just spend my day watching drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanazakari no Kimitachi e （花ざかりの君たちへ）&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116935033587375458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwMBTWe6HWI/AAAAAAAAACU/5ogyX0pi2CM/s400/hanazakarinokimitachiebpk9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashiya, one of the main character in this drama, disguised herself as a guy and enrolled into an all-guys school. However, this school only accept students based on their looks, and as a result, she is surrounded by a lot of good looking guys around her. However, the only guy she is interested is Sano, a high-jumper who broke his feet when he was attacked in US when he was trying to save Ashiya. Due to personal reasons, Sano quitted high-jumping, and Ashiya thinks that it is her fault, so she sets on a mission to make Sano jump again. For those who wants to find out more, here is the Wikipedia link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hanazakari_no_Kimitachi_e"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hanazakari_no_Kimitachi_e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's some jokes to lighten up your day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diver Meets Guy Underwater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/"&gt;http://www.comedycentral.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, a diver was enjoying the aquatic world 20 feet below sea level. He noticed a guy at the same depth he was, with no scuba gear on whatsoever. The diver went below another 10 feet, but the guy joined him a minute later. The diver went below 15 more feet, and a minute later, the same guy joined him. This confused the diver, so he took out a waterproof pad and pencil, and wrote, "Amazing! How are you able to stay this deep down without equipment?" The guy took the pencil and pad, erased what the diver had written, and wrote, "I'm drowning, you moron!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working On The Fourth Husband&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.ComedyCentral.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A woman announces to her friend that she is getting married for the fourth time. "How wonderful! But I hope you don't mind me asking what happened to your first husband?"&lt;br /&gt;"He ate poisonous mushrooms and died."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, how tragic! What about your second husband?"&lt;br /&gt;"He ate poisonous mushrooms too and died."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, how terrible! I'm almost afraid to ask you about your third husband."&lt;br /&gt;"He died of a broken neck."&lt;br /&gt;"A broken neck?"&lt;br /&gt;"He wouldn't eat the mushrooms."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Le Parfumerie y le Blonde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Taken from &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;www.ComedyCentral.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day two blondes walk into a perfume shop. The one blonde picks up a bottle of perfume that is titled "Viens Chez Moi."&lt;br /&gt;The blonde asks the manager what it means, and the manager says it means, "Come to Me."&lt;br /&gt;So the blonde smells the perfume and asks her friend, "Does this smell like come to you? Because it doesn't smell like come to me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, gonna listen to the lecture now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chiao. [Not-Extinct]&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/4531220266000223730-2178224006402205324?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2178224006402205324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=2178224006402205324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/2178224006402205324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/2178224006402205324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/holiday-is-coming.html' title='Holiday is coming!'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwMBTWe6HWI/AAAAAAAAACU/5ogyX0pi2CM/s72-c/hanazakarinokimitachiebpk9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-2024112052280133032</id><published>2007-10-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:12:56.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just another Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just came home from a long day at school. Did my Ethics mid term at 1.45, and after that ate lunch and played dota till 7. Went to Ventures meeting afterwards to discuss about business plans for the upcoming competition. After the meeting, played more dota till 11 and went home. Sigh. What a boring day it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116397316566818130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwEYQGe6HVI/AAAAAAAAACM/XbUs8WEIZ4Q/s400/4900527006492.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to start watching another drama today! One of Matsumoto Jun's drama again, but this time is broadcasted in 2003. It's titled Kimi wa Petto. 君はペット. I have not watched this drama so I don't know how good this is, but here is a Wikipedia link for those who are interested in watching it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kimi_wa_Petto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Kimi_wa_Petto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Tuesday tomorrow and it's gonna be another boring day. I have Business Process class at 3:30 till 6:45. Another Tuesday afternoon with Mrs. Lim (not real name), who likes to say the word "kay" after the end of each sentence. Well, at least she was better than my previous prof, who sprinkles her oral juice all over the place when she talks, and when she smiles, I can't help but to think of a sasquatch. Getting back the test that we did 2 weeks ago. Hope I didn't screw it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's getting late. I'd better sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;'met Malem. [Not-Extinct]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-2024112052280133032?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2024112052280133032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=2024112052280133032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/2024112052280133032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/2024112052280133032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-came-home-from-long-day-at-school.html' title='It&apos;s just another Monday'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/RwEYQGe6HVI/AAAAAAAAACM/XbUs8WEIZ4Q/s72-c/4900527006492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-4878811211539798085</id><published>2007-09-30T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:12:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ethics mid-term tomorrow and I have yet to revise one single chapter from the book. I guess I'll start soon once I'm done watching few episodes of a new drama I came across: Bambino!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv9oTP7U4QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cb0TDmTUjrs/s1600-h/bamep01ag3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115922381618340098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv9oTP7U4QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cb0TDmTUjrs/s400/bamep01ag3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The story is about an amateur chef from a countryside, who was proud of his cooking skills, to the extent that he thinks he is good enough to be recognized as one of the best chef in the country. He decided to go to Tokyo to work as a kitchen helper in one of the most popular Italian restaurant in the city under the recommendation from his current mentor. However, upon his arrival, he realised that there are far more greater chefs than him, and his pride were crushed to pieces because he could barely survive the daily routines that are carried out in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;For those who are interested to find out more, here is the Wikipedia link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Bambino!"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Bambino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Been eating too much recently. Yesterday, I ate salmon set (2 pieces of salmon, one bowl of rice and a serving of salad) and one plate full of chicken teriyaki with another bowl of rice for lunch. Then today, I ate a bowl of rice with mapo beancurd, deep fried beancurd and a bowl of wonton soup. As much as I want to lose weight, I guess I'll only start worrying about overeating if I am becoming closer to look like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv9rR_7U4RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4yVIukt5wzA/s1600-h/Fat%2520Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115925658678386962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv9rR_7U4RI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4yVIukt5wzA/s400/Fat%2520Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Figured I will be fine if I just continue going to the gym regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;A bit tired now so I'll take a short nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Byebye [Not-Extinct]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-4878811211539798085?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/4878811211539798085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=4878811211539798085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/4878811211539798085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/4878811211539798085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/ethics-mid-term-tomorrow-and-i-have-yet.html' title='Bambino!'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv9oTP7U4QI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cb0TDmTUjrs/s72-c/bamep01ag3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4531220266000223730.post-80652632270644575</id><published>2007-09-29T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:12:57.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's Saturday night and I am rotting at home in front of my computer screen. Nothing better to do so here I am, writing my first post in my newly-created blog. Still doesn't know how to do fancy things here but I think I'll get the hang of it sooner or later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;While surfing the net, I found some interesting comic strips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5r8_7U4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/SNnmJuHAU8M/s1600-h/No%2BSurvivors.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115644922436051138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5r8_7U4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/SNnmJuHAU8M/s400/No%2BSurvivors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5sQ_7U4OI/AAAAAAAAABk/ROsCmWfnJWY/s1600-h/Banana%2BScientists.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115645266033434850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5sQ_7U4OI/AAAAAAAAABk/ROsCmWfnJWY/s400/Banana%2BScientists.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5sEP7U4NI/AAAAAAAAABc/pa7rihVLiQg/s1600-h/Punch%2BBout.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115645046990102738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5sEP7U4NI/AAAAAAAAABc/pa7rihVLiQg/s400/Punch%2BBout.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is the one I found particularly funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5sa_7U4PI/AAAAAAAAABs/QiXk9Ghyojk/s1600-h/Food%2BFight.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115645437832126706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5sa_7U4PI/AAAAAAAAABs/QiXk9Ghyojk/s400/Food%2BFight.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha. These kind of comic strips make me laugh but at the same time makes you think in your head, "What the fuck.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Next week is mid-terms, and my preparation is going well, with 0 subjects studied out of 2 mid-terms that I have. (Ethics and MA) To be fair, Ethics is open laptop and open book essay tipe question paper, so that leaves me with only MA to study. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched a Japanese drama called Hana Yori Dango. A story of a girl from a low-income family, who is studying in a high school meant for children of richest people in Japan. There, she met F4, a group of 4 guys consisting of sons of the richest people in Japan. Those who are looking for a romantic, high school comedy, I strongly recommend you to watch it. For those who want to find out more, here's the wikipedia link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hana_Yori_Dango"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hana_Yori_Dango&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Whoppie..it's time for Saturday night football.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;::::::::::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sayonara [Not-Extinct]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4531220266000223730-80652632270644575?l=notextinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/feeds/80652632270644575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4531220266000223730&amp;postID=80652632270644575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/80652632270644575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4531220266000223730/posts/default/80652632270644575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notextinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-post.html' title='First post.'/><author><name>Dodo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13250638291225835913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/SCnHKBvtzrI/AAAAAAAAADo/yFVcAYv_m4U/S220/Picture+300.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BR321U6VlzQ/Rv5r8_7U4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/SNnmJuHAU8M/s72-c/No%2BSurvivors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
