<?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-8948988226397376140</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:27:47.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>/A.M to P.M/</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-3785903602220854462</id><published>2008-05-27T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:45:44.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE MOVED TO &lt;a href="http://x0dus.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://x0dus.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL BE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AUTO DIRECTED&lt;/span&gt; IN 1.5 SEC&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/8948988226397376140-3785903602220854462?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/3785903602220854462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=3785903602220854462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3785903602220854462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3785903602220854462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-moved.html' title='I HAVE MOVED'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-997550386428607233</id><published>2008-05-26T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:51:26.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertising / Ranting</title><content type='html'>Embarking on this business plan.&lt;br /&gt;Not as easy as I thought. &lt;br /&gt;Day 3 and I've problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we recruit a new team member. And the irony is that the new member should be like a programming god yet at the same time good with fashion.&lt;br /&gt;Or do we rough it out ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a person in mind, but, dont know if the additional benefits the person bring will offset the smaller pot of profit obtained per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk, the complex world of adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advertisement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To readers of the blog, if you know of any good singapore webhosts, with reasonable pricing please let me know ASAP. Thanks loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR if you know of someone of the calibre i mentioned above please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-997550386428607233?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/997550386428607233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=997550386428607233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/997550386428607233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/997550386428607233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/advertising-ranting.html' title='Advertising / Ranting'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-6105238446450050881</id><published>2008-05-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T06:39:47.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>41st day of summer</title><content type='html'>As monday arrives, I can kick back and say this weekend was a complete turn around for me compared to the previous one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to chance upon a few interesting openings and events. So Saturday opened with a terrible terrible terrible hangover from Friday night. Where I was up till 4am. I got up, and the first thing that strikes my mind is: STARBUCKS COFFEE. And today was the perfect opportunity to grab a few cups of Starbucks goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after lunch, I changed and head out for camp gathering. Thanks to some really pretty PUNCTUAL people, erm we wandered off as a group while waiting. So me Issac,QL,Tiffany and Rinnie went off first hanging out near the suntec area. AND GUESS WHO WE SAW AT 3PM. Okae, being the best of friends, I would not reveal the identity of the two culprits involved, but LOL MOST ALREADY KNOW SO WTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, so after tons of walking around and talking cock and some attempt at winning some soft toy at the arcade, which we made Tiffany carry around as if she's a kid. Seriously, not cool to lug around a Carebear soft toy as tall as 50cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went for dinner at Brewerkz@ Indoor Stadium. I must say, I am really surprised that there's actaully such a nice place to dine at such an ulu place. To everyone who hates beer cuz of the bitter smell, and people who loves beer, you could ALL head there anyways. The beer they serve is basically Homebrewed, and to be honest it's so much more fragrant and not as bitter as like let say the conventional brands. The main courses, tsk tsk brilliant. I had fish and chips, which might be a really odinary dish but their beer battered fish makes all the difference. Probably Manhattan and the ones I eat at the Sydney Fish Market comes close to the standard. From what I know the rest of the group had great food as well. Everyone was kopping Bryan's Herbal Roasted Chicken. So, that was really the epitome of a relaxing weekend. A huge group of us, around a huge table, alcohol, good food, REALLY REALLY cooling sea breeze from the Kallang River, a good night view. What other way to reward yourself other than this. Okae, before people yell GAY, I shall stop describing how awesome the place was before it sounds like some descriptive essay I am writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to meet ZX for supper. And it was just some good old fashioned hanging out. Talking cock at bnj cathay, walking to the skatepark to chill then proceeding to walk like ages from Dhoby to City Hall. And it so happened we chanced upon the idea of starting a business right now. Afterall, we've always wanted to do that ever since we were sec 3. This is what happen when 2 money and power hungry people come together. I am not gonna reveal the plans on a public blog, but when he made the proposition to me I was like "DAMN, THAT'S FRIGGING BRILLIANT. It's so frigging simple yet no one in SG has done it yet" Further dicussions followed at Starbucks@Cityhall where we set there from 11 all the way till 1am. And as time passed I realised, this thing has potential. Business aside, at 1am we realised we shall take the nightrider. Guess what, after waiting for 20mins for the nightrider to come, it arrived, and LEFT. WE WERE LIKE OMFGWTFBBQ WHY DIN WE HAIL IT. I WILL TELL YOU WHY. Cuz we were sitting down on the bench waiting for the bus. And, from our angle there was a HUGE HUGE MAXIM BILLBOARD BLOCKING OUR WAY. We've no idea when the bus arrived, and when it passed, we were like HOLYSHIT. And we did probably the dumbest yet at the same time most genius move ever. =) We chased after the frigging bus. LOL WE RAN for 3 BUS STOPS YELLING AND CHASING AFTER THE BUS. Can you imagine, it's 1am along city hall, it's really quiet, there's no one around, and there's these 2 guys RUNNING and YELLING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda meaningful if you ask me, been a while since we did something this crazy. Oh btw, before waiting for the night rider. We made a $1 bet on whether we will be able to get a hitch hike if we stuck our thumbs out for 10mins LOL.When we finally caught the bus, everyone on the bus was like O.O LOL.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend life ftw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-6105238446450050881?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/6105238446450050881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=6105238446450050881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6105238446450050881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6105238446450050881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/41st-day-of-summer.html' title='41st day of summer'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-340881169934939510</id><published>2008-05-21T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:04:36.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE.</title><content type='html'>How I wish I could convey all of my emotions now. I feel that words do no justice to the feelings that I am feeling right now. As I type this, tears of joy are forming in my eyes. I've no idea where to start. Oh god, it was such a magical night. 9 years. We've all waited for 9 years, for this moment. To reach the promise land. Since that night in Nou Camp. We've been through so many different lineups, so many heartaches. Going out to Benfica, I vividly remember Ronaldo playing so badly that game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today. THE GOD DAMN KING OF EUROPE. And at this point, I've no idea how I am gonna make this post make sense. My emotions are pumped to such a high level, I really cannot think logically now. I am just so so proud of United. We've all done our fair share of flaming the team, especially in the past era of Alan Smith, Juan Sebestian Veron etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god. When Van der Saar, saved that last penalty from Anelka, it felt so damn good. I did not give a flying fuck about how late it was in the morning, I yelled like a lunatic and ran around the house. OMFG. It was the exact same reaction I produced in 1999 when Sheringham equalised. It was Munich all over again. I guess the sensible thing to do here, will be to do a chronological order of the turn of events today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I woke up today, that old familiar feeling of aching muscles overcame me again. As the clock ticked down off to kick off, I took a quick shower, and at that moment, I was genuinely confident United would win the title. What reason they would not to? To all the sceptics, who saw United get outplayed at Stamford Bridge. Open your friggin eyes and see that United rested 3 key players for that game. No Rooney, no Ronaldo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the match kicked off it was a rather cagey opening, both sides being conservative and all. But after Ronaldo's header at the 30+ mins, I was dead sure, the title is ours. all the signs are there. How many times have we seen United hold on to a 1-0 lead for the full 90mins. Countless number of times. What better tune then for Ronaldo to score his 42nd goal, then in the CL finals. In the past many criticized him for not performing in Europe, I think tonight he proved everyone wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chelsea equalised, I cannot believe my eyes. I uttered a string of expletives, and stared at the screen with my jaws hanging. i was like WTFFFF? It was such a sloppy goal. As the 2nd half started, Chelsea's play became stronger and stronger with every passing moment. Hitting the crossbar twice gave me the frigging shocks of my life. I am gonna skip lotsa analysis here, which I will leave for another day and went to the roller coaster emotional ride of the pentalty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt so lost, dejected,that you collapsed to the ground. I was like that when Ronaldo scored. For all the hard work that we've put in this year, beating Barca at Old trafford, going to Nou Camp to put in a splendid performance, knocking out AS Roma. It could all go to waste at the oment. And the thought of that pains my heart. This, couldnt be happening. The fate of the title was in Chelsea's hands at that moment. John Terry stepped up to convert the penalty that will declare Chelsea the King of Europe. At that moment, a single thought ran through my mind “PLEASE SAVE IT PLEASE SAVE IT” He skyrocketed that shot. "YES" OH BLODDY SWEET SALVATION. It's as though I've been rescued from death, as though hope was restored again and a potential heartbreak will be averted. I got onto my feet again, egging Giggs on when he prepared his run up to the penalty. A silent punch of fist was my reaction when he converted. I knew he would score. He has to. He's a legend at United afterall.  The whole stadium, fell to an all time silence. No one was cheering, only faint boos were head. Everyone had no strength to find their voices, as the tension in a penalty shoot out is so great. It's an unfair way of declaring the winner in such sudden death circumstances. I held my breath as Anelka took the shot. COME ON WIN IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Van der Saar punch the ball away. OH MY GOD. I swung from being dejected right to the other extreme. The only moment where I've ever been so happy was that in 1999. I was so sleep deprived at that moment, but that sudden rush of endorphin made me yell and shriek as if I was a kid again. To see a club you've been sticking through thick and thin with since childhood win a title like this, is simply unbelievable;le. Especially after a 9 years wait. As glory glory man united rang out at the stadium, I smiled. The United team of 1999 would have been proud of their achievement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings of Europe. Need I say more? Glory Glory Man United. We've kept the red flags flying high.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-340881169934939510?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/340881169934939510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=340881169934939510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/340881169934939510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/340881169934939510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/champions-of-europe.html' title='CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-6957222797026049396</id><published>2008-05-20T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:44:44.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The need for sleep</title><content type='html'>Just received an unforntunate and unfair piece of news which I think, that will ensure that this week will be the most sleep deprived week I will ever have ever since I left JC. I am seriously not looking foward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So god damn in need of rest right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after talking to my army mate about KFC, I HAVE THIS HUGE CRAVING FOR KFC NOWWWWW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-6957222797026049396?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/6957222797026049396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=6957222797026049396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6957222797026049396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6957222797026049396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/need-for-sleep.html' title='The need for sleep'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-8074932992266134650</id><published>2008-05-19T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:19:29.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YppaH</title><content type='html'>I love this part of the night, and hate it as well. I love the tranquility, it's always been like that, even when I was schooling, i would bathe at 2am+ and then sit down in front of the com, to listen to some music, or watch some comedy shows. I reckon I might actually be an introvert to a certain extent, contrary to popular belief. I especially enjoy moments, I have to myself. I always view it as a chance to remind yourself that deep down you are human after all. Many see being emo as a sign of weakness, I see being emo as a sign of humanity.  As an outlet for one to embrace the full experience of being a human being. Only with sadness, then one knows what is happiness. If there were only happy incidents in this world, then the word "happy" is lost. There is no standard or benchmark for you to compare against to decide if you are truly happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is perhaps why people enjoy watching romance movies. I mean it's so counter-intuitive isn't it? Paying $8 to watch a sad movie, and make yourself cry. I liken the concept of crying then feeling much happier after that, to that of the support of the stock market. Feeling upset, crying etc, brings your emotion to a new low, and when you are at the bottom of the ladder, you can't go any lower. The only place to go, is up. That's perhaps where you pick up your emotions, lick your wounds, and start feeling happier. Wonderful, isn't it? Our brains are programmed to feel sad after a sad event in life, so that we can have closure and move on. Such things makes social psychology so so intriguing. We've never been given an instruction manual on "How to live as a human being" This kinda thing comes intuitively. I stumbled over this idea, while I was walking home yesterday night after missing the last train home. I walked about 3 MRTstops home, listening to some emoish songs. Then when I got home, I felt really happy and at peace, chilling out to some soft rock and catching up with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What exactly is happiness" One of my students once asked. And this really naive and innocent girl beside him replied "Something like a rainbow" I was intrigued so I pressed for an explanation. "Happiness is all around, but we often are unable to see it. Light is all around us, light is made of 7 colours. But the really sad thing is that we could only see a rainbow after a downpour"came the reply. At that moment I was taken aback, she was a 15 year old student and her take on life seems like that of a person who has seen all. On the bus home that day, which coincidentally was the last bus, I thought about her reply. Which makes even more sense, a downpour  is a parallel of an unhappy event, the rainbow is the parallel of picking up your emotions after a sad event. Then I hit the "AHA!" moment. Happiness can be illustrated by glass. Happiness, is always there to be appreciated, but we could never see it because we often see right through it. That's because we remain at a stationary state. This state refers to our life experiences, the things we see in life and come across. If one grows with age without gain in life experiences, he will never fully appreciate how fortunate he or she is. Imagine, gaining life experience and being able to look at life from a another point of view, it's essentially looking at glass from a different point of view. When we tilt the angle of which we look at glass from, we will be able to see for the first time the presence of the glass and it's reflection. That's when we spot and appreciate happiness. And thats the prove that happiness can be likened to glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人要知足. Oh so so true. Actually, after coaching, I realised that the chase for happiness is endless. The rich wants more money, the poor wants to get rich. New pursuit brings new problems, Acquisition of a wanted object brings problems of it's own. The only time one can feel really happy, is when man learn to appreciate what he has at the current moment. Take pleasure in everything we do, enjoy yhe evening breeze, smile at cute dogs, kick back and relax with your favourite drink. I believe the expression here from Lynette Grabhorn's book is "Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gonna give the best damn performance of my life, in this game of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-8074932992266134650?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/8074932992266134650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=8074932992266134650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/8074932992266134650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/8074932992266134650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/yppah.html' title='YppaH'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-5587417799583262416</id><published>2008-05-18T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:36:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Cranes</title><content type='html'>I gonna blitz this entry, because I've a ham sandwich waiting for me back in the kitchen to be finished making. I am really thankful that this weekend turned out so wonderfully, compared to last weekend. Which was by far the worst ever weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paticularly enjoyed the walk home at night. It was really late, and I missed the last train home and i was like DAMN, so i walked 3 mrt stops home from kallang haha. But thanks to that ordeal I stumbled over Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours" some new single from his album. check it out on youtube, it's a totally light hearted song, kinda gets the wind going as you walk in that night breeze home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda apprehensive about tomorrow though. Night duty on a public holiday. But to be fair, I guess I had my share of fun this weekend. Time to get back to reality, and pray that time dilation does not occur till the next Friday arrives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-5587417799583262416?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/5587417799583262416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=5587417799583262416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5587417799583262416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5587417799583262416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/paper-cranes.html' title='Paper Cranes'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-7286555201890195494</id><published>2008-05-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:34:26.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 doors down</title><content type='html'>I am the kind of guy who rarely posts song lyrics. But im so excited about 3 doors down new album, I've sneaked a listen at the songs :D IT'S AWESOME. I am so glad the band retained their old style, because I really adore all the soothing songs hits they churned out in the past, kryptonite, If I could be like that etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be the biggest hit of their new CD. "Let me by myself"&lt;br /&gt;You could sneak a listen at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_oQPZMqmYM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Be Myself Lyrics  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just got lost&lt;br /&gt;being someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to kill the pain,&lt;br /&gt;but nothing ever helped.&lt;br /&gt;I left myself behind,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;hoping to come back around&lt;br /&gt;to find myself someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm so tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;to say that it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please&lt;br /&gt;Would you one time let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine&lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you let me be myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never find my heart&lt;br /&gt;behind someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never see the light of day&lt;br /&gt;living in this cell.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make my way&lt;br /&gt;into the world I knew.&lt;br /&gt;And then take back all of these times&lt;br /&gt;that I gave in to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I'm so tired of waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;to say that it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please...&lt;br /&gt;Would you one time let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine&lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine&lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ever wanted from this world,&lt;br /&gt;is to let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, would you one time&lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine&lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, would you one time&lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine&lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while, if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;so I can shine,&lt;br /&gt;with my own light.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you one time&lt;br /&gt;let me be myself&lt;br /&gt;and let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so old school 3 doors down kinda music. Totally love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-7286555201890195494?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/7286555201890195494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=7286555201890195494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/7286555201890195494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/7286555201890195494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-doors-down.html' title='3 doors down'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-5663040065886626726</id><published>2008-05-15T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:08:08.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you truely happy?</title><content type='html'>This week can be described as a whirlwind going through my head, leaving my thoughts to be very disorientated at the moment. Let's start of with last weekend, when I was feeling really nostalgic as I passed by CHS and HCJC. I happened to pass by the area, on my way to St Francis for TOEFL, and the other when I was on the way to M Hotel for the t3b stocks trading course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you explain nostalgia. So hard to put in words. A best attempt on my part would probably be a teaspoonful of regret, another teaspoonful of sadness, and a tub of wonderful memories (im making it a habit to introduce a gay term every post, so people can rip on me). Regret, that you've not done enough in the past, or have not done what you wanted. Regret, because no one is perfect and we tend to make wrong choices from time to time. Same for me, if I knew that JC would go pass so quickly, perhaps I would have played harder in J1. Sadness upon reflection that you could never relive the past ever again, aand how terrible life seems t the moment when it was compared to schooling days. A tub of happiness, of obviously happy memories. Stuff that force a smile on your face when you think about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus from St Francis passed by Bukit Timah Plaza. Wonderful memories of LAN outings. Ponning sch events, wearing home clothes, kopping home clothes from nearby houses just to play LAN. Part of the geat thing of being young, is that when you were young, you tend to do crazy things. Skipping lectures, lessons, sports day to hang out. That's something you can't buy. Then the bus arrived across the bus stop KAP. KAP the Macdonalds we so affectionately call KAP.I doubt any of us LOVES Macs. The reason why we like to hang out there must be due to the cozy environment. Mugging sessions,, talk cock sessions. And of course PISSING SU FERN THE ATTENDANT OFF LOL. Then it came to CHS. Sneaking up the clock tower, Chapteh on those familiar square tiles of ours, last minute day chionging Project Day sprees, going to the library to sleep  on the sofa, lounging around in air con classrooms talking cock, watching rubbish on the big screen projetor, Soccer games on the field, on the court, frantic copying homework spree, chionging to Tech Lab after school, taking toilet breaks during a lesson that ends up with you wondering all around school, the fear factor red bowl noodle stall, cutting queues at recess, hellish PE sessions. gives you arguably the best 4 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really appreciated how pretty the scenery was in CHS, until I went on to HCJC. But for all the HCJC flaming I've done in my life, I've come to realise a year on, that it was truly a brilliant school. I am a student who has never gotten a single 'A' in his 2 years in HCJC. But at crunch time, I saw As for the first time. I think that speaks volumes about how effective HCJC's "Fail-you-till-you-feel-as-dumb-as-the-soft-toy-on-your-bed-so-you-work-much-harder" strategy is. Oops, did I just bash JCJC again? As muuch as how we flamed the class bench policy it turned out to be a good idea, old friends from chs could keep in touch easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia aside there's something that has always been on my mind that i constantly forget to blog about. The realization of my mum, who is really essentially a mother with a "young girl's heart". Sometimes when I observe how my mum and dad talks to one another, I realise mum behaves in that little girl manner at times. It's really amusing and hilarious at the same time. Like example, dad might joke about something about my mum's age, and she will hit him on his arm. Sort off like how boys and girls play on the playground. And I will laugh, and she will catch me laughing, and say "Why you laugh at me?" Is't it amazing how a great parent in caring for her kids, still maintains that young girl at heart mentality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I came across this incident on the news, where they were saying this mother was holding on tightly to her daughter's hands, which were sticking out of the rubble in Sichuan. Her torso was trapped by aan enormous slab of rock and. Such an image is simply heartwarming. And if you take a step back and look, the primary school collapsed during the earthquake. It becomes a living tombstone for like 400 over PRIMARY school students, meaning they were at max 12 year old. How sad is that? They could have grew up to be brilliant surgeons, really pretty models, great politicians. But due to an act of nature, or we call it "chance", that potential was crushed in an instance. Isn't that a waste? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder, why my blog posts are getting so long nowadays. Probably because, I've  so little time left for keeping in touch with certain group of friends, the blog acts as an outlet for people to keep updated with what I am doing. Hmm..ONE MORE DAY TO TGIF. CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-5663040065886626726?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/5663040065886626726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=5663040065886626726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5663040065886626726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5663040065886626726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-truely-happy.html' title='Are you truely happy?'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-3563642143976998424</id><published>2008-05-12T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T02:18:31.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The IQ of a potato. The EQ of a lizard.</title><content type='html'>I take nap, also must wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;Friday nights, must spoil mood.&lt;br /&gt;Go for impt interview, must kill joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have high tolerance. I might be great at putting on a false mask when talking. But, i swear, if that ************** messes with me again, I'll play hard ball as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, asif my last friday wasn't already screwed. Now this happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-3563642143976998424?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/3563642143976998424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=3563642143976998424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3563642143976998424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3563642143976998424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/iq-of-potato-eq-of-lizard.html' title='The IQ of a potato. The EQ of a lizard.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-3474138933355660072</id><published>2008-05-11T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:42:54.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KING OF ENGLANDS</title><content type='html'>CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLE, OLE OLE OLE &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE ME HOME! UNITED ROAD. TO THE PLACE. I BELONG TO OLD TRAFFORD, &lt;br /&gt;TO SEE UNITED, TAKE ME HOME UNITED ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING OF ENGLANDS. WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY? OMFG. A FEELING I HAVEN'T FELT IN A LONG LONG TIME. OMFG. SINCE 1999 I AM NEVER THIS EUPHORIC. THE REASONS: THIS IS THE SEASON THAT MENDS SO MANY HEARTBREAKS OVER THE YEARS. THIS TEAM, KNOCKED OUT BY BENFICA. THIS TEAM, MANY SAID IT OCULDNT WIN THE TITLE WHEN CITY BEAT THEM AT OLD TRAFFORD. THIS TEAM THAT CONCEDED THE TITLE OF KINGS WHEN THE OLD GUARD LEFT. THE BECKHAM ERA, CRUMBLED AND MANY SAID NO ONE COULD RISE TO THE 1999's TEAM HEIGHT. 1999, 9 years on. 2008. OH IT WAS PARTY TIME. GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS ESPECIALLY ESPECIALLY LOVELY. TO SEE THE CELEBRATIONS AT THE 90TH MARK, WASHED AWAY MY SCREWED UP WEEKEND. IT WAS THE WORST WEEKEND, AND THIS MOMENT WASHED AWAY ALL THE NEGATIVITY. HELL YEAH. CHAMPIONS OF ENGLAND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-3474138933355660072?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/3474138933355660072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=3474138933355660072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3474138933355660072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3474138933355660072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/king-of-englands.html' title='KING OF ENGLANDS'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-3766201991789637548</id><published>2008-05-08T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:27:51.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was raining inside.</title><content type='html'>Darwin advocated "the survival of the fittest". To think of it, if you understand the statement in terms of how things are in the animal kingdom, it's fine. But if you think of it in terms of how it is true in our lives as human being, it's just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of power absolutely DOMINATES people of no status. No matter right or wrong. Power has the final say. In a way that's sad. If you are a prey in society, you've no say. Things you do no matterhow hard you try will be deemed wrong by people who are who are preadators in this human world. Why? It is their way of showing domaninace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday isnt exactly what I had in mind. Probably one of the worst days I had this year. The weekend will be spend v v v productively, but somehow this time round, all I am craving for at the moment is for some rest, some good food hanging out, a nice movie and some time watching soccer. Oh well time to bitch slap that inner child, and make it shut up.  I wont dwell on what a poor day this friday turned out to be, so yeah to hell with it, gonna enjoy my TGIF dinner :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, have a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-3766201991789637548?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/3766201991789637548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=3766201991789637548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3766201991789637548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3766201991789637548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-raining-inside.html' title='It was raining inside.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-300454245976600313</id><published>2008-05-07T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T19:45:17.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days you cant some up with words.</title><content type='html'>Basically my whole day today was summed up by an sms at 0830am, with just one word "GO". And from that it was one thing after another till 1200am THE NXT DAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I would like to sincerely thank, every single close friends for being understanding during this period of time. Especially since last week. Hmm, basically I had one event after another, and in addition all my tuition kids had their SA coming up so i was giving some intensive revision tuition. So to be honest, the time i get to stay in touch with my friends, to catch up is really really limited during this period of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remarkable thing about friends who are close to me now, is that, they have a high tolerance towards how negligent I am towards maintaining that social garden of mine (okae tt was a frigging gay term. i know). The concept of being understanding when the other our friends are busy is extremely crucial in maintaining a social bond. Humans are afterall, social creatures with goals and different aspirations. We all work towards them, and at times we become negligent of the people who brought us up there, who supported us all the while. I give my utmost respect to close friends of mine, who takes no offence when sometimes i disappear for no reason, when i cant be reached for no apparent reason, or suddenly disappear from the keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate friends who take the initiative to maintaining a friendship, because everyone knows how oblivious I get to the surrounding when I am engrossed in something. I think this is a quality not only crucial in having great friends, but also the CRUCIAL KEY factor of maintaining a long term relationship with your soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my job, I've come into touch with lots of teens with relationship problems, and from my own personal experience, I will say about 95% of failed relationships start with the idea of being too "needy" and too "suffocating". Below are my two cents worth on a social issue, from the perspective of social psychology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Woman. Are wired differently. Which explains the difference in spelling (duh) We have different emotional circuitry, social psychology attributes it to the different roles man and women played in the past. The man was the hunter, the predator. He hunted, to place food on the table. He's focus is admirable, never wavering. He waits for long hours in the bushes for his pray. Woman, are great multitasker. They had the ability to oversee many things at the same time, due to their role of maintaining the household in the past (I STRESS IN THE PAST. LIKE FLINTSTONE TIMES. DONT FLAME ME FOR BEING SEXIST) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a very thin and misleading line, between being LOVING and OBSESSIVE,POSESSIVE. Disney cultivates the thinking of "Dance like you've never dance before, Love like you've never been hurt before" So one party goes ALL the way out, to show care and concern to an extent it's suffocating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both parties are to blame, and if you think I am saying this from the point of view of a SAINT. Nope, Im guilty of it also, everyone will be, when they 1st ventured into this aspect of life. it's a definite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. Has gotta drop that killer instinct of yours. The territorial instinct, built into the reptilian brain of the trinium brain theory. We PROTECT our territories in the past, which gives us this emotional circuitry of WHENEVER anything in our possession is in danger, we snap, our reptilian brain takes over, and we become aggressive. This is the fatal flaw of man, in relationships. THEY BECOME OVER-PROTECTIVE AND JEALOUS. Man, has a screwed up mentality of "it is impossible for a guy and a girl to have a NORMAL and healthy platonic relationship". thanks to our territorial instincts. Hence, when ur gf says: Dear, Im heading out with some friends. IMMEDIATELY, guys leap out of their seats and become frigging paranoid and questions their gf about this and that. And what to do they do, they call on her from time to time to check on her. Take a step back now and think. If you love someone, let her enjoy her time out, she will even better appreciate the time she has with you. Because that time is something different. A relationship is to enrich life, not to be a burden, not a responsibility. She has no duty to report to you every single hour. Try, your utmost best, that when she hangs out with other people other than you, BE HAPPY FOR HER. Humans are social creatures, we are pack animals. We cant survive on one lone social interaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman. It's the same thing. They do not do things on purpose to appear NEEDY or not understanding.It's all their emotional circuitry, they arent aware of doing so, same as the case for man. The main issue is woman, do not understand man. Okae, yes I've said that, so now everyone can flame me on msn. But before you do, hear me out. I do recognize the fact that, sometimes when women are upset, they want instant comfort. IT's just the way they are wired. But do understand, man, is not all powerful, we are human as well. You might have a bad day, but most women don't think twice before whining and complaining. Which is where problems spawn, the guy might have had a TERRIBLE TERRIBLE day at work. Being a guy, he keeps things to himself to brood over it and find a solution. Woman has to learn to recognise the fact that guys, sometimes do need time alone to settle their issues. Guys pride they call it. Sometimes, we do not want to share our problems and issues, not because we no longer enjoy talking to our soulmates, but simply, it's how we are programmed to react. The predator does not complain does he? He finds a solution. I find that most relationship are killed when, the girl cant understand the fact guys, are very non-multitaskers. We can't have a decent conversation with people when we are like for e.g trying to mug hard for a test tomorrow. In such cases, take a step back be understanding. and by be understanding i mean, whole heartedly, willing to take a step back and leavce the guy alone with a smile. The problem here is most women, leave with a hint of anger. YOU KNOW IT. the classic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's wrong"&lt;br /&gt;"nothing"&lt;br /&gt;"are you sure"&lt;br /&gt;"yea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am i saying woman shudnt expect guys to care for them. no. I've found that really successful relationships are all about balance. BALANCE is the key here. For a guy, from my own POV, having a girlfriend is like having someone to spoil, I am convinced by Freudian theory that, we feel so because after all, we are value centered. We like to keep our value in place, spoiling your wife or gf, is a show and reassurance to the guy that he's of great value. he can provide. BALANCE means, if you know the other party is not v lively today, put your issues and complaints aside, listen to his story. Someone MUST be the bigger person here. That's what balance is about, 50-50 close to the ratio of taking the initiative to care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my last point. A point I wished I came to at a much earlier stage in my life, that would definitely made my life a much greater one. At the moment, I feel that there is no point,need or reason to venture into a relationship. Based on the analysis above, you would come to the same stand as me, having a healthy relationship is tough. Real tough. It is not as simple as it is, 2 hands are needed to clap. You can be the most ideal partner, but if your partner is not as mentally matured, it is really really difficult to expect he or she to mature in a short time, to meet your standards. I've been reflecting on my own after doing life coaching, with regards to people with r/s problems. &lt;br /&gt;I've personally concluded that at this point in time of our life, when we are still striving hard to climb out the financial ladder, the career ladder, our hands are already really full with things to juggle. I do not think it is wise to go into a relationship, UNLESS it fuffils the conditions which i will explain further later. BUT, at this point in time having a wide and closely knitted social circle is crucial. Think about it, your closest friends that you are ever gonna make in your life, are probably going to be from your schooling days. IF one drifts apart from his or her friends due to a draining r/s, I would say it is DEFINITELY not worth it. Think about it, the friends you make from school, will probably only come once in a life time, there is no other way, you could chuck 40 people in a class and over a period of years and years having them bond through different experiences. BUT, the people you would consider to date and become attached to, can come and go at ANY time in your life. That alone is justification that, friends &gt; being attached at this point in time. I really hope this logic is understood by the people i coach, as many of the people seem to get into a r/s simply because the status of being attached is overrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A counter argument to the previous paragraph is that, IF you have a person who is able to balance both aspects, friends and his relationship well, I will say hats off, but you cant deny, you wont be as closely knitted to your friends as before. Being attached is like an unspoken commitment. Being attached means spending more time with he or her, translating into less time for socializing with other friends. You might think "oh, it's just probably just once a week i will miss an outing&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;but let me put it into perspective for you, should the r/s last for years, count how many outings you would have missed out with your other friends. In that case, it is only natural you drift apart from your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to this i mentioned that, a r/s can only be non-detrimental to one's social circle only when, ur partner has to be able to integrate into your social circle and basically into your life. By integrate, I dont mean just likeing the friends of hers or his, I mean LITERALLY hanging out with them, or having the ability to hang out together with them. A couple should be able to attend social occasions like a dinner or a gathering as a couple, without any akwardness. Humans are extremely intuitive creatures, one can tell if the other human being is faking a smile of laughter just to fake rapport with one another. The same case here, she or he must fit in in the sense, feel comfortable with hanging around one another friends, then only in that case, the social circle both parties built up will not crumble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've no idea how I've managed to type so much stuff, but honestly, I guess it's because of too much social psychology bring drummed into my head daily lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okae seriously. Gotta turn in. Or. Sheeps will visit me at work tomorrow. To everyone, have a great TGIF. Friday. Is. Always. The. Best. Feeling. When you leave your work place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-300454245976600313?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/300454245976600313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=300454245976600313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/300454245976600313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/300454245976600313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-of-those-days-you-cant-some-up-with.html' title='One of those days you cant some up with words.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-5837243625651551394</id><published>2008-05-01T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:24:28.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money or no money?</title><content type='html'>No money. Headache. Need to scrimp and save like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Got money. Headache. Guilty from spending money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating if I should spend a huge part of this month's salary. My logic is that spending it on food might not be as worth it, because if you think about it, the enjoyment from food probably only last 30mins at most. If the money was used to buy something more tangible, the enjoyment would last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMM. To spend or not to spend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-5837243625651551394?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/5837243625651551394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=5837243625651551394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5837243625651551394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5837243625651551394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/money-or-no-money.html' title='Money or no money?'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-8853382085589862607</id><published>2008-05-01T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T02:28:23.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conscious competence has its disadvantages</title><content type='html'>Might be the lack of sleep. Or burning out from trying too hard at juggling everything.  I know, I definitely will pick up the pace, sooner or later. But today, is just one of those days, I don't feel like being a coach, like when you wanna say "Screw it, I wanna be me." Laze on my armchair and concede for once in a long time, "LIFE SUCKS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Now that I've said it. Feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a short hiatus from being a life coach :D will be back by the weekend for camp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-8853382085589862607?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/8853382085589862607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=8853382085589862607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/8853382085589862607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/8853382085589862607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/05/conscious-competence-has-its.html' title='Conscious competence has its disadvantages'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-1256833077608342246</id><published>2008-04-29T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:12:20.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoria</title><content type='html'>21.00pm - I log off MSN. I could no longer take the tension in the air. IF you were to try and converse with me, you will find that all I can talk about is soccer. And the tension and anticipation is just too great for my heart to handle. I pressed the sign out button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.10pm - While I walked around the house 20 times in circular fashion, I feel terribly restless, like this bout of energy within me I have to dispel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.20pm - I give up and donned by track shoes, PT gear and went for a run. I ran for an hour straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.20pm - I still feel terribly restless. No point doing anything now. I try to head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.20 - 02.30 - I toss and turn in bed. There's just no way I could sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barcelona is capable of going to Old Trafford to snatch a win. They've done it at other England stadiums like Anfield" said the commnetator last week when United managed a 0-0 draw at Nou Camp. At that point in time, my thoughts were, Old Trafford is no Anfield. This, is the Theatre of Dreams. I was really confident United could win on home soil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30am, after 4 of my alarms all went of simultaneously I leaped out of bed, and when I arrived in the living room, DAMN, I wasn't the earliest. Mum and Dad was already up to watch the game. The champions league anthem plays as I took my sit on the sofa. This. Is the biggest game I've seen United play in since the one day of my life in 1999. My muscles are now aching from the run, but I am still so awake with all the adrenaline in my blood. We closed the windows and doors, knowing I would probably yell at some point through out the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidic. Rooney. Were out of the team selection, at that point in time due to injury, I cursed and sweared at the bad luck. As the camera pans around the stadium, I have a quiet but strong gut feeling that United will win at the end of the day. Afterall I've seen so many miracles taking place at this very ground. As I predicted the last blog post, Nani did start. A sign of United commitment to attack. But due to injuries a full XI did not materialise, not that it mattered, I was pretty contented with the lineup. Those newspaper sensationalist only knows how to exaggerate and critisize United's decision to rest key players against Chelsea. Let me say that ALL of them gotta be out of their frigging mind if they think Ferguson got it all wrong. The chelsea game was played on Saturday if he had not rotated the players, 2 days later when United take on Barca, fatigue will consume them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game was so tense right off the start that, even in the first minute Leo Messi was already sarging into the box, looking for a near-penalty. However, the moment United regained possession of the football, I knew this was it. The midfield was in tact, I remember Scholes spinning delicately on the ball bringing him space to spray a pass, the moment that happened, wing backs Evra and Heagreaves, together with the wingers Nani and Ji Sung SURGED foward. You could see the determination of the team to attack. THIS, TO ALL BARCA FANS, IS THE REAL MAN UNITED. To hell with all your Nou Camp no-show of gamesmanship. If you wanna play dirty, United fans are more than happy to obliged. Right at kick-off "Glory Glory Man United" ROARED in the stands, and the moment Barca's is in possession, an uproar of boos came. This is what you get, for the lack of gamesmanship at Nou Camp, to all dear Barca fans. THIS IS OLD TRAFFORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Scholes hit the back of the net with that brilliant go, I got up and jumped punching my fist into the air. If you think my actions were dramatic, you could say the same of my parents. I cheered so loudly, that I was kinda shocked by the volume itself. But this reminded me of the old Scholes, the rocket long shots on goal that made in famous. The moment that went in, I knew Man United was in the finals. There is just no way they could slip up at Old Trafford, not with the determination they were playing with a few hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Barca pressed on for the equaliser, United had more chances to increase the goal cushion, but failed to capitalize , not that I blame them, they were not clear cut chances. But I gotta say, I've never seen so much grit in this United squad before, the way they were playing last night were as if they were man possessed. Every inch of the grass was ran ragged by United players, they committed to full-body tackles, harassing and closing down Barca. Full marks to the midfield and defense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a real long time since we seen a match this exciting and this close. As I was eating my supper I could hardly swallow properly, such was the level of tension in the air. A single goal from Barca could break all United fans hearts, for Barcelona will go through on away goals if they did equalise. And when i say breaking United fans hearts, I really mean literally breaking the heart. I remembered last year, when United got totally outplayed by AC Milan at Old Trafford, when this United squad was still at it's infant stages, lots of talent, but has not manifested into a real threat yet. The game they lost 3-0 was probably arguably the saddest moment of my life. The pain of losing a high stakes game AT HOME, was comparable to ending a long long relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that experience of heartbreak motivated all the fans to chant especially loud at Old Trafford last night. I've never heard such noise coming from United fans before, it was as if the roof of the stadium could literally collapse from the decibels created. The heartbreak definitely also driven the players on to work insanely hard for the ball. And towards the end of the game, when Barcelona SURGED foward in attack pumping all 10men INCLUDING THE GOALKEEPER into the United half, I could barely even sit down properly. I was already standing, bent on my knees, cursing and swearing at any mistakes made, letting a yell of satisfaction when United players shackled the Barca ones. There was no such thing as family at the moment. At that moment in time, we were all MAN UNITED FANS. Even dad swore on a couple of occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96 mins the whistle blows. I stood up and clapped. I've no idea why I clapped. I mean who the hell claps at the TV? But that was the urge I had, I got up I clapped, and yelled "YES, HELL YEA" WE ARE GOING TO THE FINALS. CHAMPIONS OLE CHAMPIONS OLEH OLEH OLEH OLEH. And now one hour on from the match , I still couldn't sleep although my muscles are crying out for some love, I am still so pumped up from the match, it reminded me of the 1999 finals, when United lifted the trophy, I remembered I went to school feeling invincible, like this is the greatest day of my life. The exact feeling is coming over me now, this level of happiness is just indescribable. It is not just happiness alone, but being proud of your team that you sticked to through thick and team, the relief from all the tension, the revenge we took for being knocked out last year all rolled into one emotional roller coaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a day. I will never forget. Because this is the day, United knocked out spannish giant Barcelona. 21 May, Moscow, for the big finals. SEE YOU THERE. GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED. GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED. GLORY GLORY MAN UNITED, AS THE REDS GO MARCHING ON ON ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJP3FflbW90&amp;feature=related - TAKE ME HOME, UNITED ROAD. Live from OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jP5mBN1VV2s - probably posted this loads of time. but. dream of this united. dream of this. Even to all the neutral fans out there, to all the people who dont watch football. watch this. This. Is the drama you get in a final. Nothing beats this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Take me Home, United Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to be United, &lt;br /&gt;Daddy told me, when I was just a baby; &lt;br /&gt;When I was five, I went down Warwick Road; &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm addicted to the only place I'll go &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, &lt;br /&gt;United Road, &lt;br /&gt;To the place I belong, &lt;br /&gt;To Old Trafford, &lt;br /&gt;To see United, &lt;br /&gt;Take me home, United Road &lt;br /&gt;All my memories, &lt;br /&gt;Bobby Charlton, &lt;br /&gt;Georgie Best and Cantona, &lt;br /&gt;They came to us from heaven; &lt;br /&gt;Then in the Nou Camp in 1999, &lt;br /&gt;On Sir Matt Busby's birthday, &lt;br /&gt;Oh it was party time &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the Reds, &lt;br /&gt;I feel the noise, &lt;br /&gt;The crowd is roaring; &lt;br /&gt;The Stretford End is singing &lt;br /&gt;And the fans are going wild; &lt;br /&gt;And when I'm gone I get a feeling &lt;br /&gt;That I should've been home yesterday, &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, oh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7nChe--t9s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-1256833077608342246?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/1256833077608342246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=1256833077608342246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/1256833077608342246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/1256833077608342246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/04/euphoria.html' title='Euphoria'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-7314323868205730490</id><published>2008-04-28T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T09:24:57.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite the master yet.</title><content type='html'>I gotta admit. I screwed up. Picture this. Imagine you are the main character in Ocean's 11. You have the billions of dollars in the suitcase you are carrying, just as you are 1m away from freedom and richness, you are apprehended. Okae, that, in short is basically how I felt when I was making my way home today. Before anyone jumps to any funny conclusions, no it has nothing to do with the SMU interview. In fact I think it went pretty lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I lost to in a duel is my own mind. Damn, I just realised, I can be the best theorycrafter. Know tons of body language, reframing, eye pattern, intonations, but I realised today DAMN without field practice I cant seem to master it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasn't some epic screw up. In fact I did splendidly well all the way till the end, but seriously DAMN when it comes to the last stage, the answer is so glaringly obvious now, but I simply let it slipped from my mind. Coaching, isn't easy at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's experience simply taught me two things. First, field experience is vital. Second, to get desensitized to nervousness, to fear, to pressure. It's the only way I can perform at tip top condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get it next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-7314323868205730490?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/7314323868205730490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=7314323868205730490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/7314323868205730490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/7314323868205730490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-quite-master-yet.html' title='Not quite the master yet.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-8536485621026914987</id><published>2008-04-27T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:41:52.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SBQ2qQ4LAaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Mxxcl5iRBXA/s1600-h/proof.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SBQ2qQ4LAaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Mxxcl5iRBXA/s400/proof.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193836369977999778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really lazy. Especially after my holiday. So niways. I thought the free tickets thing was just a prank like April Fool's kinda joke. So it turned out to be true =.=&lt;br /&gt;THANKS ALL. I'll blog properly about my trip after I finish lazing around LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah thanks to the group for the ticks =.= appreciated xD Nxt weekend my treat for dinner in return for the gesture :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-8536485621026914987?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/8536485621026914987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=8536485621026914987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/8536485621026914987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/8536485621026914987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/04/lay-z.html' title='Lay Z'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SBQ2qQ4LAaI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Mxxcl5iRBXA/s72-c/proof.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-402896089150080495</id><published>2008-04-24T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:16:30.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now 19.</title><content type='html'>You know, when I was a kid, I always told myself not to worry about the O levels, the A levels, finding a job, getting into a University, having a stable income. All I bothered about was whether I get to play soccer today on that basketball court, chasing the little yellow tennis ball. If you told me then, that I would be dealing with issues far more complex than the current, I would have told you, "You gotta be outta your mind" though I doubt I know that expression back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast froward to the current moment, where I've completed my A levels, been through 12 years of education, currently serving the NS, holding various jobs etc. Wow, it's been an incredible journey. I think it's really amazing how life seems to ease you in for a new experience that you previously might be fearing. Take for example, the A levels, I used to hate going on to J2, cause I know the workload is gonna be insane. But when you've gotten to that stage of your life, you are probably too busy with work to even bother to make that inner child of yours that bitches about work to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I do embrace my 19th Birthday. It's another year to the big 20. And I guess that's when my chance to fuffil all the financial aspirations and etc starts. This 19th birthday has been amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I type this post, I am about an hour before boarding a cruise trip over the weekend, to enjoy a holiday I so deserve after a year of no traveling. I can hardly wait to unwind. Just like any other birthday post, there are tons of people to acknowledge, and if I left your name out please dont feel offended or anything, it's really hard to remember all the names and I'm getting old here. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum,Dad : For the really awesome support they gave me since I turned 18. They do not think twice about splashing out the cash for me to buy books on NLP, psychology etc. Even my stocks course which cost a bomb is tanked by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: For the BIG angpao! hahhaha &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnson: for this like beanie thing?! DO I LOOK HIP HOPPISH TO YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan: For that collector edition WoW poster. It's sitting pretty on my wall now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: The nice card that you claim you "HANDRAWN" but the fact is my grandma could probably draw better than you. LOL. appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan: For the custom made Barracuda mousepad with my previous gaming Alias all on it. Probably one of the greatest memorabilia  I could obtain for that period of time when I was gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issac: For the Audi R8 model. I've no idea why people love to give me car models for my birthday, probably cause I used to be crazy over cars. XD thanks loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JW: MAN UNITED JERSEY FTW. Need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rinnie: For that book  I've been wanting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: Who thinks I'm like some cow who eats like tons of chocolates =.= But thanks niway lol, lurved the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL THAT BELONGS TO THE CLIQUE ABOVE: Thanks for the dinner treat at Sakae, and Vienna. My turn to treat will come really soon, nxt month tons of birthday =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec sch mates: Thanks for all the well wishes. There's just too many to name here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coaching mates: Joey, Regina, Denny, Matthias, Candice, Elizabeth for being awesome teammates. We probably form the strongest dream team alive. From which I earned the nickname "Freud" Thanks for the lunch@Mad Jack's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming mates: I gonna give it ago, and do something special here, instead of names I will name everyone's alias that I've actually played with before. Gumz,Slay3r,Bongz,Bonzi,Koh,Miko,Cardi,Shifu,Kenny,devotionn.R,kironaku.H,Paper.J,sT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JC mates: Thanks for the well wishes, and this really intriguing picture of Bingo VS Money which I seriously have no idea what it means =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREEN DAY: FOR RELEASING A NEW ALBUM THIS YEAR. GREEN DAY IS KING. BILLIE JOE FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm off to my HOLIDAY, well wishes to everyone out there, HAVE A GREAT FRIGGING WEEKEND! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S THE CLICK FIVE IS COMING TO SG. AND I might be getting &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FREE FRONT ROW TICKETS. &lt;/span&gt;ZOMG HOW AWESOME IS THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-402896089150080495?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/402896089150080495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=402896089150080495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/402896089150080495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/402896089150080495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/04/now-19.html' title='Now 19.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-8520132171430984174</id><published>2008-04-23T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:07:41.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Barca Fan Boys: Gamesmanship</title><content type='html'>Before I talk about the match, let me just say, how weird it feels to be turning 19 in less than 24 hours time. 19 is just a weird age to be at, one year mark away from 20, where it seems to be the fullstop of being a teen yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 4.41am right now, and although I've work tomorrow, I feel I've gotta post this the moment i got off the sofa in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Barcelona fanboys, fucking learn some gamesmanship. I am utterly disgusted by the abuse dished out by the Barca fans in the match. I've always respected Barca as one of the greatest teams in the world, but yesterday I feel so gutted to see no signs of sportsmanship from their local fans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean? Man United, whenever in possession, welcomed a huge uproars of boos and cat whistles from the local Barca fans. Never in my whole life, since I started watching soccer in 1998, when Arsenal won the double, have I heard boos and cat whistles so loud when the opposition is in possession. This is taking into consideration all the fierce rivalry between United, Arsenal, Chelsea, Liverpool. BUT nothing beats the no show of gamesmanship last night. To give you and impression of it, imagine you are standing on a field with 90,000 fans booing you at the same time. Even the best might show signs of weakness. Respect and kudo to all the 11 United player out there today, who had to take all the stick thrown at them by the home fans. I could see that whenever they were in possession, they were a little nervy. I remember an attempt at a diagonal ball by Carrick drew a dramatic response from Ferguson, as he yelled from the touchline : "CALM DOWN" with the hand signals and all. All the die-hard Man United fans will have realised, United made bad use of the little possession they had. And I single the hostile treatment out as the reason for that, passes were misread and executed poorly in the attacking sense. Not that I blame the United players, having to play under such hostile conditions, such reactions are only natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the times where you would wish players like Roy Keane, Schmeichel to be still around. If Roy Keane was ever given this sort of hostile treatment by the Barca fans, he would probably yell constantly throughout the match at the United players to stay unaffected. And he himself will lead by example, not showing a crack of weakness under pressure. But sadly, in the current United team, flair is of abundance. But a leader who SHOUTS and CALMS the play down is lacking. Ferdinand might have a calming influence on the game, no doubt extremely useful, but he is no Roy Keane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you have read the above paragraphs, you would probably think I am disappointed with United performance. The truth is, I am, but only slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st incident, regarding Ronaldo's penalty miss in the 1st 90secs, it was heart wrenching when I saw it hit the pole. After all he is our messiah this year. But like I said, given how great the pressure on him was, his miss is only human on his part. To be fair, he was only inches away from converting the penalty. If he would have converted the goal, I would have bet my everything in possession that United will go through to the finals. There is ABSOLUTELY NO WAY AT ALL, PERIOD BAR NONE, that United will fumble at Old Trafford. But that wasn't the case to be. But hats off to United for recovering quickly from the penalty miss, they kept their defensive shape, Barca was clueless on how to crack the United defense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has United done a good job? Yes, I would say. A splendid one. They went to Nou Camp, the home of one of the greatest attacking teams in the world. And they kept a clean sheet, that was very convincing. Like the commentators pointed out time and again, Van der Saar had little saves to do at all the whole night. Showing how effective the United defense was. To be honest, I am really impressed by Ferguson's team selection. When i saw the lineup I was like, OMFG WTF? WHY SCHOLES? WHY HEAGREAVES AS RIGHT BACK? and park ji sung as a winger? Why not Nani. I would have expected him to start with Anderson and Nani, given how impressive they are in Europe. But it was a rather smart ploy, you would have noticed, heagreaves as right back and ji sung as a winger, ensured maximum pressing from United. They aren't the most attacking players, but when it comes to playing the pressing game and applying pressure, they are superb. Scholes and Carrick in midfield. To be honest, Scholes won back some respect in my eyes, as well he's been really off form this season, misreading passes and all. But in the match when he was required to get the job done, to shut down Barca's midfield it was done brilliantly, not to mention with no yellow card obtained. Constant harassment from him ensured Barca's midfield couldn't play that solid fluid passing game. Carrick contributed to the stability as well. Wes Brown on the otherhand, was a real surprise when he was announced to be playing at the heart of defense, but he's been brilliant. I used to think Brown was prone to error, but this year he seemed to have improved tremendously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tevez and Rooney was terribly quiet. The only Man United guy on the offense was probably only Ronaldo. I guess Tevez and Rooney was ordered to stick to more discipline roles, like disrupt Barca plays. Which brings me to the last point, with this performance in Nou Camp, United might have just won the semis. In 6 days they play at Old Trafford - Theatre of Dreams. It is a fortress, and for all the Barca fanboys booing, WELCOME TO HELL. So much for booing, your team couldn't even managed to play a decent attacking game. Welcome to Old Trafford in 6 days time, we won't forget your hostile reception. You think the Barca anthem is great? Enter Glory Glory Man United. Next week, United will probably transform totally with an attacking game plan, my prediction is probably for the strongest attacking lineup they have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evra - Ferdinand - Vidic - Brown&lt;br /&gt;Nani - Anderson - Heagreaves - Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;        Rooney - Tevez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure this will be the lineup, mark my words xD&lt;br /&gt;So yea, magical night, wonderful performance. WELCOME TO OLD TRAFFORD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-8520132171430984174?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/8520132171430984174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=8520132171430984174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/8520132171430984174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/8520132171430984174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-barca-fan-boys-gamesmanship.html' title='To the Barca Fan Boys: Gamesmanship'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-4494476987216112420</id><published>2008-04-23T01:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:59:20.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KING FOR A DAY!</title><content type='html'>It does seem that I have more time now to post update after I've droppped one commitment in my already hectic schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all United fans out there, this is the moment we've been waiting for. When you hit your pillow tonight, and open your eyes at 2.30am. you will be treated to probably the greatest and biggest match ever since United play Bayern in 1999. It is such moments that makes you feel really alive as a human being. The adrenaline rush that makes you so nervous that you cant even bear to sit down and watch the game on the sofa. I was practically walking around the house as United take on Blackburn last weekend. And btw, during the match against Arsenal at Old Trafford, when Heagreaves scored, I yelled :"SONG BO" so loud, the security guard came up to the 14th floor to ask me to quieten down LOL. But yeah such moments are just so rare in people's life. Live for it man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I am taking a break from coaching at the moment, after a series of camps. So yea, finally I get to eat some luxurious and sinful food. For the past weeks I've not touched any form of fast food, even mos burger. I've not taken any form of western food, nor any fried or heaty food.  And you know what's gonna happen when I board the cruise, I gonna gourge myself silly on all the sinful food. Cant wait to head to the blue laggoon for supper again. It's waffle ice cream is just frigging fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, is it just me or I realised the Click Five are actaully quite a nice band. I mean I used to hate the, thinking they were pop wannabe's like the backstreetboys But hmm I stumbled their songs @ HMV that day cuz "someone" wanted to go "shopping" AND was totally LATE. So yeah i was burning time at HMV, and I realised they actually have pretty catchy songs. So hmm, just shows how much one's music taste changes. Oh tis month of may gonna be awesome, 3 doors down new album is expected to be released then, and also GREEN DAY 'S NEW ALBUM! I am already hooked to the pedestrian. An awesome punk rock hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, remember a while ago everyone was raving about Russell Peters? Yea, i found someone who might actually come close to beating him. Those people on youtube now can jump on , search for Lewis Black. He's jokes are like dark humour, but the way he expresses it is totally hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I've been putting stand up comedies in my mp3 player. Basically those of Comedy Central, and they are really brillaint, but there was this akward moment when I was taking the last train home and the train was really quiet because people were catching a quick nap. And Suddenly I burst out laughing lol, people must have thought I was crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gonna try this buffet at raffles city hotel on thursday night xD something to look foward to again haha. Appararently the price is pretty steep =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Whatever the thinker thinks, the prover proves. " - Most impactful quote since I started life coaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-4494476987216112420?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/4494476987216112420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=4494476987216112420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/4494476987216112420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/4494476987216112420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/04/king-for-day.html' title='KING FOR A DAY!'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-6532701899230031819</id><published>2008-04-21T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:41:53.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overhaul.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SAyjwIAcHHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NIFDCLvldRQ/s1600-h/P1000457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SAyjwIAcHHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NIFDCLvldRQ/s400/P1000457.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191704517629713522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The file is placed to to give you an idea of how big my screen is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SAyiAIAcHGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oY1Ooj797Wo/s1600-h/P1000456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SAyiAIAcHGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/oY1Ooj797Wo/s400/P1000456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191702593484364898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current room setup. Lotsa changes, replaced the old monitor with a new 24 inch monstrously big LCD screen. Man I totally love it. It's like having a TV on your work table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SAygM4AcHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jlXnbQn2VUM/s1600-h/P1000455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SAygM4AcHFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/jlXnbQn2VUM/s400/P1000455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191700613504441426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Hey all. No, I have not abandoned my blog once again. I realised I have not updated my blog for almost a whole month now. However, that is set to change, because I have already dropped some commitments to my overly hectic life. It struck me as the right thing to do when I was lazing in the jacuzzi pool that day. While striving for goals are important, it will all be pointless if I do not have the time to enjoy the fruits of my labour. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, so anyway I took down the tagboard because of some coding error, and I have absolutely no time to bother to recode it. ( excuses 101 :D ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how have everyone been? I been spending some time mugging my SATs recently, to be honest this is the first time I am actually taking the SATs seriously. And from the practice papers, I am glad I could at least attain a decent score, so that's another aspect of my life sorted out. Ah yes! I have been attending stocks technical analysis courses organise by t3b. It is not cheap, being priced at $3000. But the way I see it is, $3000 will buy me knowledge that will help me make many other $3000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when we were all students? Wearing school uniform to school everyday. I reckon that actually deceives us to believing that we are young. On the first day of my stocks lesson, me and Ron were probably like the youngest among all the uncle and aunties there, which really in turn made us feel really old. Which is ironic in a sense, when we were younger, we probably will have never even give the idea of attending a financial course a 2nd thought. So yeah I have been fidling around with some stock simulators and putting the things I learnt to good effect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of you hwachong-GIANS, have the same tendency of me to use the HWACHONG approach when teaching tuition? By the way the Hwachong approach would be to repeatedly fail a student with really killer papers, so that they will be disillusioned, and think they actually suck and have the IQ of a potato, and hence work doubly hard to ensure they improve. I find myself, giving my tuition kids, really hard past year school papers, and they seem really demoralised when despite working so hard, could only manage a meagre passing grade for the papers. My pity goes out to them , I know exactly how they feel. But i guess, to a certain extent, they will grow from the experience more or less. But last week, I snapped after seeing how disappointed my p5 kid was, I put a stop to all the challenging test papers and let him do some confidence builder questions, aka the free marks question in the form of assessment books. Kids nowadays, study also quite poor thing. From young gotta face so much pressure. Tsk Tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really living this week. I have a birthday off from work on friday the 25th this month, oh and on friday, sat , sun  I will be away on a cruise :D Superstar Aquaries to be exact, it's suppose to be star cruises' new boat, I've checked out the facilities looks really impressive, I could hardly wait. OH! and not to mention I could finally enter the casino, because according to international law, the minimum age for enterting a casino is a mere 18 year old. VEGAS HERE I COME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I would like to say a real BIG THANK YOU, TO ALL THOSE WHO CELEBRATED MY BIRTHHDAY IN ADVANCE LAST WEEKEND, cause I wont be in town on my birthday. Thanks for the really awesome gifts, and the awesome dinner. And yes thanks for remembering where my favourite restaurant is, and. I wont forget being saboed for that dare. (evil laughter , twiddles fingers )  Kudos to all those who turned up, JENNY (her new name after her hilarious antics at a click five song attempt hahahaha), Jon, Bryan , and i guess I should thank ur gf as well Bryan for being there to fill up space? LOL JKING. Issac (Really cool specs, but dude,it's night time. People dont usually wear sunglasses). Rachel for the gift which till date I still have no idea how to use =.= Not to forget JW, who so conveniently saboed me. YOU GOOD. ( BRB, Checking calendar for when your birthday is) oh of course our cliques, I-WANT-TO-BE-A-BIMBOTIC-PRINCESS-WHEN-I-GROW-UP Rinnie. I had loads of fun over dinner, catching up with everyone especially now that the guys are like in the army we seldom get to hang like in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I resurrected my 6288, like finally. I remember when I had that slider phone, I kept playing slider in school, and I cant remember who, but someone reminded me that the slider will spoil if I kept doing that. well, THANKS. YOU CURSED IT! So yeah, I got it fixed of course, since it's still under warranty. Suprise, surprise, I am starting to love using it again. But this time no itchy hands of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all soccer fans out there, yes we all cannot wait for Champs league to start this week. I haven't felt so much anticipation ever since probably the World Cup finals or something. United vs Barca. Dosent get more epic than that ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychology is getting clearer and clearer the deeper I dig. I guess Freud wasn't such a big retard afterall. And this is actaully starting to go somewhere, because I can sort of become congruent now with the things I am learning and teaching. Awesome stuff, compared to last month when i was so totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised what a long update this has become, so yeah you have no right to complain, because although I have not updated for  month at least it's a quality update yeah? not like some emo blogposts that is filled with lyrics LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a last note, thanks to all once again for my bday gifts, and to all United fans out there, Glory Glory Man United on wednesday yea? I will be enjoying my cruise trip, to all reading, have an AWESOME WEEKEND, you know you've earned it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-6532701899230031819?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/6532701899230031819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=6532701899230031819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6532701899230031819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6532701899230031819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/04/overhaul.html' title='Overhaul.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/SAyjwIAcHHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NIFDCLvldRQ/s72-c/P1000457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-2451678935767976939</id><published>2008-03-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T09:59:13.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whao.</title><content type='html'>Whao wtf. i realised i haven updated for exactly 18 days. im taking precious time off my sleep time to basically update a lil cuz, ppl been hounding me about it lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm .. so. basically loads have changed since i last blogged, i've gained a new insights on life from that of a life coach, there's good there's bad. I was in for a cultural shock at the start becuz, everyone just seems to live like a robot. every life coach, 99.99% younger den me, all seemed to be frigging walking robots, cuz they are all wired in the same thing, to empower using the same methodoloy. im not saying it's wrong, nor effective. I must admit it's pretty effective, but sometimes it does get on my nerves that everyone's just so rigid. we stick to stuff like "BAN WORDS" like try,i think , bla bla. if you say the ban words, you gotta do up-downs. Im not totally against the idea, i do agree that try, think , whatever takes power away from the wielder. To quote anthony robbins, DO IT AND YOU WILL HAVE POWER. yes i totally agree. BUT that doesnt mean u can be non-human about it. I mean seriously, live life a little easier man. Stop being so edgy and fussy about SPOTTING everyone's mistake all the time. And the way everyone responds to a crisis is just non-congruent with what we learn in psychology. to help, is a simple process of understanding, seeing from other ppl's POV, THEN u enter and give ur advise and do ur stuff. that's the no.1 law of counselling from a psychological perspective, and it's the same with friends. when ppl rant, they are not expecting you to come up with 1010101010 reasons and solutions. all they need, is just someone to understand and affirm how they feel. it's only human to do so. BUT, every single life coach okae mebe xcept a few, holds this tough love mentality of, IF YOU ARENT SUCEEDING, YOU ARE AT FAULT 100%. i dont deny tt's true, it's totally true, but do you have to be so blunt? think of your candidates, most are in sec2,3 i mean honestly introducing a whole concept of 100% responsibility for ur own action and consequences is like asking them to fly without 1st growing wings. that's totally unreasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, i've entered this stage in my progression where im stuck. Psychology, and being a life coach. dosent match at all. i used to thought they worked along the same principles, only to realise they are actaulyl like ying and yang. the concepts are the direct opposite of one another. a mentality towards meeting strangers, and a mentality coaching new candidates is totally different. im fine with the body language part, it's simple and easy. but the idea of getting myself to play a different persona is just really challenging at the moment. I could understood why Erik Van Bommel went crazy now, it's so hard to find a skeleton key to the human mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, Im embarking on a new aspect of my life. I wont reveal plans yet, cuz im still in the midst of formulating the procedures, but yea im really psyched about it. I feel a strong drive everyday to do what i've to get done. For someone like me, who used to be concerned about really minute and insignificant stuff, it's a really fresh breath of air. I wished I had my current mentality when i was schooling, perhaps i wont have squandered my time away on competetive gaming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niway to end on a lighter note. today was frigging. frigging OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i got up. monday blues and all. cuz i meant i slept really late last night. haha so i bathed half asleep, put on clothes bla bla, grabbed breakfast and dashed out of the house. i was gonna miss the bus. so yeah all went well.. i got the bus in time, and just when i was about to reach my office on the bus. i was standing on the bus, so yeah i was stoning and looking down. and there i saw. OH MY F****** GOD IM WEARING. MY NIKE STREET SOCCER SHOES WITH ARMY UNIFORM WTF. but thankfully there was enough time to salvage the situation lol. dad was kinda enuff to drop my SAF work shoes off in a car. thank god =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-2451678935767976939?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/2451678935767976939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=2451678935767976939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/2451678935767976939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/2451678935767976939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/03/whao.html' title='Whao.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-1718400943055490719</id><published>2008-03-07T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:27:13.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>closure.</title><content type='html'>At first i thought i would wanna reply to every single person who asked me about my a level results. but then i thought i would like to take a moment here, to share how i feel right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short. I am. E-L-A-T-E-D. i wont share the result i got due to sensitivity issues, but i can say im really contented with my results. like i was telling jy, in jc 2 years never ever saw an A before. damn ironic my 1st As came from the A level itself lol. what i wanna express here is the simple fact that belief in oneself is really really really important. Hwachong gave me loads of tough love, it flunked my test, threatened to retain us etc etc. A was never a reality for me, more of a dream. There were times when u studied for something but u still end up flunking, that's tough love for you. There's even a temptation to give up and not try at all  to a certain extent, but i strongly believed that, when come the a level i will give the performance of my life. in a way im thankful for the fact, friends believed in me and gave me words of encouragement thruought the years. they stood by me, and told me flunking is common and dosent really matter, what matter is come the day when you gotta perform, you go out there and give the best damn performance of your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's so so true. when i saw my result slip today i was really really relieved. that the values that i live by actually translated into positive results. im a guy who believes that even if it's the a level year, im allowed to reward myself for work. after homework and tutorials bla everytnight, i woudl allow myself free time for gaming or watching some comedy shows. and yes i pay the price of being sleep deprived, but my life wont be that routine in a way. and i believed friday was a day of rest, a day where no work should be done at all, friday is happy hour. friday is meant to unwind and chill out with friends.  I struggled and stumbled through jc life, grade wise. but i never regretted a single moment spent chilling out in school with friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe everyone will come to appreciate friends made from chinese high, and hwachong, especially when they enter the working world and meet all sortsa different kinda people. respect. hwachong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades. Money. Social circles. Aspirations in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a boy who has it all at the moment. What a magical friday. A feeling of utter contentment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-1718400943055490719?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/1718400943055490719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=1718400943055490719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/1718400943055490719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/1718400943055490719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/03/closure.html' title='closure.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-5667764554425080560</id><published>2008-03-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T08:37:33.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAST FROM THE PAST #1</title><content type='html'>i was admist cleaning up my com, to make space for more junk. so i stumbled upon my ancient chat logs, and i mean really ancient as in like millions of years ago kinda stuff. it was frigging hilarious to read some of them again haha. so i thought it will actaully be a cool idea to post some of the most hilarious conversations in bits by bits in serveral blog posts lol.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11:39 PM) yzq: ah i print testi&lt;br /&gt;(11:39 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: okaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;(11:40 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: chem o gold&lt;br /&gt;(11:40 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: meng spam&lt;br /&gt;(11:40 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: lol&lt;br /&gt;(11:43 PM) yzq has changed his/her status to Online&lt;br /&gt;(11:43 PM) yzq: ehh silver not gold :P&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: silver also seh&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: isit real silver&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: lend me&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: i wanna try&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: electro plating&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: :D&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) yzq: ROFL&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) yzq: funny ah&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) yzq: u go ask the olympic games winners&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) yzq: their one is real one sia&lt;br /&gt;(11:44 PM) yzq: altho next yr china cheapskate go and use jade&lt;br /&gt;(11:45 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: LOL HAHA RETARD&lt;br /&gt;(11:45 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: they use cardboard&lt;br /&gt;(11:45 PM) yzq: LOLOL&lt;br /&gt;(11:45 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: den plate with ilver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: send me&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: MORE NICE SONGS&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: send me something ballady&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: lol&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: or upbeat or smthing&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: lol&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) yzq: ooh&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) yzq: hmm&lt;br /&gt;(11:06 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: dun send me anything sung by urself&lt;br /&gt;(11:07 PM) yzq: lol&lt;br /&gt;(11:07 PM) yzq: wth&lt;br /&gt;(11:07 PM) yzq: ok set la&lt;br /&gt;(11:07 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMF: "I love benzene ring" - Yang Zeqi&lt;br /&gt;(11:07 PM) .: ExoduS :. OMFG UNITED WTF? has changed his/her personal message to "I Love Benzene Ring (Radio Edit) - Yang Zeqi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-5667764554425080560?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/5667764554425080560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=5667764554425080560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5667764554425080560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5667764554425080560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/03/blast-from-past-1.html' title='BLAST FROM THE PAST #1'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-6628367522993390812</id><published>2008-02-29T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T07:10:33.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busiest week to come of my life.</title><content type='html'>Today. 12 00 am. 1st march. Training for coach commences. 9pm to 11pm. 2nd march, 9pm to 9pm, training once again. 3rd march to 7th march serving my duty as NSF. 8th to 16th March, everyday rain or shine. 9am - 9pm, coaching for camps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most insane weeks to come of my life. and i m so. thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champions win games. Legends win by performing miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be around for the most of the time till 16th march, so i guess i will give a major update and foto spam after im free again. to all my peers and NS buddies, enjoy ur weekends when u are booking out, and i apologise for not being able to hang out during the above period, but do understand i have important things to do in my life that i wanna accomplish, and the above are those. Let's all hang out after 16th yea? after everyone's POP and stuff. take care and adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      --- Off to a new chapter in life ---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-6628367522993390812?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/6628367522993390812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=6628367522993390812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6628367522993390812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6628367522993390812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/busiest-week-to-come-of-my-life.html' title='Busiest week to come of my life.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-2986929816527201919</id><published>2008-02-23T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T02:13:26.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the zone</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO IM GOING TO INDOCHINE FOR DINNER TONIGHT. I HAVENT EATEN GOOD FOOD IN AGES WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. FOOD FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so other than random ramblings, hmm im actaully been reading up about technical analysis of stocks now, i might actaully start to invest in stocks a lil bit for myself, afterall my parents made sense about interest rate being only so low, but with astute foresight, stock markets pay off so much yeap so im kinda reading it up as a side job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if u havent already heard about it, im planning to build an entertainment system in my computer. it will comprise of the following: WARNING DO NOT READ IF U ARE NOT A GEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 Inch LCD TV. : For cable tv watching in the room, and for console gaming, plus acts as a 3rd monitor for my comp.&lt;br /&gt;Xbox 360: for console gaming like duh.&lt;br /&gt;Klipsch GMX 2.1 Audio Speakers: it's gonna cost like 600+ but my god the sound that comes out of those speakers are OHMYGOD.&lt;br /&gt;My own computer rig: which will be displayed primarily on the 32 inch tv, when im not gaming nor watching tv. which means, yes u gussed it. WATCHING MOVIES, COMEDIES, ANIMES ON BIG SCREEN 32 INCH TV WITH HIGH DEFINATION COLOUR WOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna cost close to about 2000 SGD, and that's making me so god damn motivated to go out there to earn and save all the money i need. so okae sorry this was really a geek post but im just so busy to give a proper update of my life currently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do have a great start to the month March, best of lucks to all for the A's :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-2986929816527201919?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/2986929816527201919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=2986929816527201919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/2986929816527201919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/2986929816527201919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-zone.html' title='in the zone'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-1409279584086466570</id><published>2008-02-18T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T06:16:39.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long overdue update.</title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally willing to update on my recent happenings haha, so sorry for the lack of updates. I've been really busy busy and this is just the start of my business, for the nxt 4 weeks in a row, so yeah it's gonna be REALLY REALLY HECTIC. But im more than happy and excited about the coming challenge. Cant wait till coaching actually starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So CNY hmm.. cny was uber awesome. I got to catch up on sleep debts haha, been so long since i woek up so late. hmm.. oh yea and caught up with lotsa friends! especially those botak ones haha.. talking about botak, im so excited. I CAN FINALLY SPIKE MY HAIR IN 2 WEEKS TIME WHEN MY HAIR IS LONG ENUFF. OMG I MISSED MY HAIR SO MUCH! Isnt it great to hang out with old friends and just talk crap haha, i guess we are all loving to do so now especially since we can no longer hang out like before when we were all studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm so basically the week after CNY, work resumed haha everyone was like frigging sian but we all got used to it haha. talking about work, i recently realised why i keep having a headache at the end of work everyday, den today i figured out why. It's because i laugh too hard at work everyday. Ever laughed so hard the blood rushes out of ur head and u struggle to catch ur breath, im facing that everyday. My peers at work can easily pass off as clowns in the moscow circus. And that does help to get rid of the monday blues a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hmm after CNY that weekend, was basically spnet at home cuz i was playing host to my classmates for a stayover. which explains my severe sleep debt now lol. but no worries, i gonna sleep frigging early the day after cuz i wanna watch champions league. AT LAST. CHAMPS LEAGUE IS BACK! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end my post, with the following demonstration of how good i have become at picking up potential billboard songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 40 singles Uk 17.02.2008 DHZ.Inc Release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 flo rida-low (new)&lt;br /&gt;39 T2 Ft Jodie Aysha-heartbroken extended mix&lt;br /&gt;38 Cascada- What Hurts The Most&lt;br /&gt;37 Leona Lewis - Bleeding Love&lt;br /&gt;36 Morrissey-That's How People Grow Up&lt;br /&gt;35 Scouting For Girls - She's So Lovely&lt;br /&gt;34 Wombats-Moving To New York&lt;br /&gt;33 Girls Aloud - Call The Shots&lt;br /&gt;32 Mika - Relax (Take It Easy)&lt;br /&gt;31 utah saints-something good e-squire remix (new)&lt;br /&gt;30 Take That - Rule the World&lt;br /&gt;29 Kanye West-Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;28 Timbaland Ft. Keri Hilson &amp; Nicole Scherzinger - Scream&lt;br /&gt;27 Jay Sean- Ride It&lt;br /&gt;26 Simple Plan - When I'm Gone (new)&lt;br /&gt;25 Mary J Blige-Just Fine&lt;br /&gt;24 Alicia Keys-No One&lt;br /&gt;23 Robyn-Be Mine&lt;br /&gt;22 Mark Ronson ft. Amy Winehouse - Valerie&lt;br /&gt;21 scouting for girls-elvis aint dead&lt;br /&gt;20 Timbaland pts one republic- Apologize&lt;br /&gt;19 Mark Brown Ft Sarah Cracknell-The Journey Continues&lt;br /&gt;18 kylie minogue-wow&lt;br /&gt;17 Paramore - Misery Business (new)&lt;br /&gt;16 Soulja Boy Tellem-Crank That&lt;br /&gt;15 Hot Chip - Ready For The Floor&lt;br /&gt;14 Lupe Fiasco Ft Matthew -Santos-Superstar&lt;br /&gt;13 One Night Only -Just For Tonight&lt;br /&gt;12 Britney Spears -Piece Of Me&lt;br /&gt;11 One Republic - Stop And Stare (new)&lt;br /&gt;10 Goldfrapp-A&amp;E&lt;br /&gt;09 The Feeling- I Thought It Was Over&lt;br /&gt;08 kelly rowland-work-freemasons radio edit&lt;br /&gt;07 H Two O Ft. Platnum - What's It Gonna Be (new)&lt;br /&gt;06 Rihanna-Don't Stop The Music&lt;br /&gt;05 adele-chasing pavements&lt;br /&gt;04 David Jordan-Sun Goes Down&lt;br /&gt;03 Basshunter-Now You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;02 Nickelback -Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;01 Duffy - Mercy (new)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okae. So basically this is the billboards for 17 feb in the uk top 40s. Look what i've predicted ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - Stop and Stare the moment one republic released the album "dreaming out loud" i was sending people this song together with apologise about like 3 weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;17 - Paramore's  - misery business  remember when she was labelled as an avril wannabe, me and friends picked out crushcrushcrush and misery business as the two possible hits. look where she is on perfect 10 top 20 haha. we rawk.&lt;br /&gt;20 - Apologise predicted ages ago when one republic released their album.&lt;br /&gt;24 - Alicia key single highlighted by JX to me&lt;br /&gt;26 - 3 days before simple plan album was released, we caught wind of the songs, and we labelled this as a potential song. mark my words: the other songs from their new self titled album will make it to the top 40 as well. brilliant album by them&lt;br /&gt;30 - a new single by take that, discovered 2 weeks ago sent quite a few people.&lt;br /&gt;38 - new single from cascada album this came out eons ago like at least 2 months old lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mebe we should make this a weekly thing, predict the billboards weekly haha seems like a fun thing to do. i gonna get people to like mail me what they think is the top 40 this week, den we can like crown a new champion every week! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. cheers guys. take care and enjoy this new week xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-1409279584086466570?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/1409279584086466570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=1409279584086466570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/1409279584086466570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/1409279584086466570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-overdue-update.html' title='A long overdue update.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-1782993500185641865</id><published>2008-02-12T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:41:54.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estatic. Contentment. The smell of success.</title><content type='html'>I never felt so contented and estatic in my life before. The 3 pictures will explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/R7GG_wWLy-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mJY0GS4Se3g/s1600-h/emailreply.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/R7GG_wWLy-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mJY0GS4Se3g/s400/emailreply.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166058677438499810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/R7GHQwWLy_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/K-dbTYU2go4/s1600-h/offer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/R7GHQwWLy_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/K-dbTYU2go4/s400/offer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166058969496275954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/R7GHfgWLzAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u5biwCDEWkE/s1600-h/adamnblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/R7GHfgWLzAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/u5biwCDEWkE/s400/adamnblog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166059222899346434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is confirmed. I am officially an AKLTG coach. I cant seem to find superlatives to describe the form of excitement and contentment I am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment because, this area of studies, NLP, has always been my interest since young. but loads of people tell me I should just forget about it, how many people actaully take up psychology and succeed in life. But i continued to keep my interest alive, from secondary school onwards i was reading some simple psychology on the side, the intro to frued's theories etc, all the way till now , when my cupboard is filled with so much of such books. They say interest alone wont let you be successful, they say in this world, everything is practical. Interest might not gurantee success.. I guess part of the reason why im so contented is because I have proved to myself, what others generally think might not always be right, and I am proud of myself for sticking to my faith and values in life, and not giving up when everyone told me to do so. I feel really accomplished because it's a goal i have set long ago since sec4, and finally 2 years later it's completed. The feeling of achieving a long term goal is beyond description, when i knew about the confirmation, I sorta melted into the world together with everything else. It's the feeling of working hard for a really long period of time, before u taste success, and oh my gawd, it's so so sweet. the fact that i was featured on adam's blog the CEO of the company just makes it even a sweeter deal. I am so sorry if this post is so incoherent but im just really very thrilled at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited cuz i know i gonna meet lotsa new people, people i can relate to and aid on their journey in life, i will do my best to be more den a coach more of a personal friend. I have always thrived on social interactions, and this will only serves as a platform to further empower my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to a new life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-1782993500185641865?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/1782993500185641865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=1782993500185641865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/1782993500185641865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/1782993500185641865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/estatic-contentment-smell-of-success.html' title='Estatic. Contentment. The smell of success.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ID6yEzACyqE/R7GG_wWLy-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/mJY0GS4Se3g/s72-c/emailreply.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-7131712716054123599</id><published>2008-02-09T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T03:22:18.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NLP blog</title><content type='html'>I decided to cre8 an nlp blog, for I think it's interesting to actually keep track of the things I am learning because it had all been such an amazing experience. xD so yeah this blog will be for informal updates on my life haha. dont really have the time to update yea haha. but cny has been really awesome. I had a great time hanging out with my different classmates from pri sch to jc. more updates when i return to work haha xDDD CANT WAIT FOR TOMORROW! MAN CITY VS MAN UNITED. REVENGE IS SWEET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-7131712716054123599?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/7131712716054123599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=7131712716054123599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/7131712716054123599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/7131712716054123599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/nlp-blog.html' title='NLP blog'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-2756613928605451434</id><published>2008-02-07T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:53:49.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little baby steps.</title><content type='html'>Walking is something i always took for granted till now. Oh I cannot wait till my ankle is fully healed, so that I could finally walk properly haha, limping is around is no fun i can assure you haha. And i cant wear all the prettae shoeeeeessss. I have to wear sandals zzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update after CNY xD. so in advance, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO ALL. AND HAVE A GREAT HOLIDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-2756613928605451434?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/2756613928605451434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=2756613928605451434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/2756613928605451434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/2756613928605451434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-baby-steps.html' title='Little baby steps.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-4592381223713118758</id><published>2008-02-06T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T05:41:37.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owned.</title><content type='html'>Today is the start of CNY, but the sad news that many of you who should have already found out. Yes. Our source of music [Which cannot be revealed] , is royally screwed, for good. however, a group of us have already come up with a counter measure, so those interested do drop me a message on msn since im coordinating this effort, so that we wun dry up of song sources.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-4592381223713118758?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/4592381223713118758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=4592381223713118758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/4592381223713118758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/4592381223713118758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/owned.html' title='Owned.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-6567383378100630062</id><published>2008-02-01T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:10:04.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an era.</title><content type='html'>All of them hit the white button that unhinged the gate leading to the overhead bridge. It was liberation for them, spirits were high as they crossed the overhead bridge. It was the last time one of the young guy could tuck out his school uniform, style his hair so cautiously in the morning, and head bang to angsty music. He recalled all great moments, playing cards, laughing really hard at jokes that disrupted classes, chilling out sitting on edge of pavements. He broke into a smile. And boarded the bus. &lt;br /&gt;                        -The End of Chapter 10: Junior College-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-6567383378100630062?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/6567383378100630062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=6567383378100630062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6567383378100630062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6567383378100630062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/end-of-era.html' title='End of an era.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-6895661578669384037</id><published>2008-02-01T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T09:09:44.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the best fall down sometimes.</title><content type='html'>I fractured my left ankle today, it was really really painful when i applied weight onto my left foot, and i knew definitely something was wrong. it wasnt a normal injury, upon further X-ray etc, im diagnosed with a hair line fracture and torn ligaments. Not exactly the best way to start your Friday. but. It was a fruitful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to get treatment at Gleneagles Hospital. A place with loads of memories for me. People who are really close would know that I spent most of my time as a baby in Gleneagles due to health issues, i would never forget those green blankets, white pillow, and this toy my parents bought for me in the form of a piano where i can hit one button, and the toy churns out nursery rhymes. Dad used to have so much hair, and mum looked so much younger then. Today as I was placed on a wheel chair cuz of my fracture while waiting for a doctor, i was placed in the same situation as when i was really young. In gleneagles with my mum and dad. The only difference was mum and dad was definitely more at ease and less worried compared to eons ago. I m really relieved, they could start enjoying life, taking vacations whenever they wanted to. I know it must have been hell on them to bring me for regular treatments and checkup and Gleneagles when i was really young, most of my treatments were on weekdays, but Dad never missed a single therapy, he would always take a day off to accompany me together with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sat in the wheelchair and was pushed from place to place, i realised most patients sitting in their wheelchair have facial expression of gloom and instantly you could tell they werent happy people simply from their body posture, it was so devoid of life. The nurse must have noticed i was in a really good mood, cuz she asked me why i was so cheerful, most patients on wheelchair arent exactly very keen to smile. I replied "because it's friday." and she laughed, to her it might have been a really silly reply, but to me that's a way of saying, i love my life. Fridays are the best. Music sounds especially good on fridays, food taste especially delicious on fridays.&lt;br /&gt;And i realised that the reason why most patients on wheelchairs would wanna fall victim to their misery was because they might not have been shown guidance on how to lead a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This triggered off this urge in me to convince them otherwise. and at the moment i knew i was not wrong when i decided on taking psychology when i was younger. However, I would still carry on with the original plan of doing Biz of Finance, making it big, then coming back to do psychology. It will be alot more convincing if a motivational speaker or a counsellor was actually successful in life himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt life just wonderful in a way that a simple fracture could lead to so many wonderful realizations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-6895661578669384037?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/6895661578669384037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=6895661578669384037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6895661578669384037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6895661578669384037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/02/even-best-fall-down-sometimes.html' title='Even the best fall down sometimes.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-5346641239696249195</id><published>2008-01-27T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T03:11:03.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing old might be a good thing.</title><content type='html'>"Our need for emotional pain to feel alive,or even for mild discomfort, is the greatest addiciton ever known to mankind. Granted, we'll probably never stop having negative reactions, because contrats is what being physical is all about. But we most certainlty can learn to allow the contrast, our likes and don't likes without having to feel and flow so much negativity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is a short excerpt from Lynn Grabhorn's "excuse me, your life is waiting" . Great book, highly recommended. I respect her as a writer of such genre of books, because she does not try to conceal the fact she's not all mighty and saintly , and there will be times she will simply be human and make the very mistake her book advocates people not to make. That makes readers like me feel much more connected to her ideas she puts across as i know they come from a genuine source. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially during this phase of our lives, where we all head off to work to the army, to various unis, all the huge and drastic change of environment. All the more we have to keep in mind that there are loads of thing we have to learn to appreciate, social circles etc. I for one made my weekends even more precious, especially that's the time when most of my friends bookout, and i have no work on those days, meaning i could hang out and chill. And i came to the conclusion that i would try and jam pack my weekend with as much activities as possible to live this 2 years of NS life to the fullest, before i eventually head off to foreign soil for studies, and by then i probably cant hang out as much as i do nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really looking foward to the nxt few weeks, for the simple reason im gonna hit my goal for this month, to get either a ZEN or an iTouch. and as soon as my pay rolls in nxt week, im gonna reward myself with a little shopping haha. Damn i must have been a girl in the past to let shopping excite me that much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone booking in, have a great week in tekong, we'll chill again on the weekends. To those going to 5 days of work, have a successful week, pay day is almost here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-5346641239696249195?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/5346641239696249195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=5346641239696249195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5346641239696249195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/5346641239696249195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-old-might-be-good-thing.html' title='Growing old might be a good thing.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-6883580289021615526</id><published>2008-01-24T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:13:10.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The reason why most self-help dosent work just for anyone.</title><content type='html'>Today, during work in some of my freetime, i was reading my NLP books, basically what people would generally call "motivational or self-help books" And this paticular person which for this entry i will call X. X exclaimed "all self-help books are bullshit" I asked "why do you say so?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because i've tried that countless times, from staying positive to adopting all 7 habits listed in Sean Covey's book" &lt;br /&gt;I gave it deep thought. As a practitioner, and a previous coach of it, i must admit he got me. I've been following the ways of running your life the NLP style and i never really thought of why it seems to work at times, and seems to fail at times, there are still moments when im totally in the zone, i feel good im full of confidence, yet, the worst shit happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried looking and thinking for an answer to X's statement. Now it was after work and i was on the bus, and i was actaully feeling sleepy, so i started to doze off. Now honestly guys, recall the days when you were in school, remmeber the moment u were drifting off in a certain lecture or tutorial, and u suddenly catch urself dozing off, and mind kinda gives a jolt to snap u back into reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall, exactly the very specific emotions running thru ur brain before u were jolted awake from dozing off. and here lies the secret why NLP dosent work immediately and not for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, i realised my subconscious mind was running really negative thoughts throughy my mind, when i was actually dozing off. when u doze off ur consciousness switches off, and ur unconscious system takes effect, we call it "auto-pilot mode" and really in auto pilot mode, what goes through your mind reflects exactly the value u holds towards life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh gosh, im so shagged." "Oh man, life really sucks travelling early and going home in a jam" "Damn gotta wake up early again tomorrow" "Oh dear, i've got duties to attend to this week, god damn it" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were like the exact words running thru my brains when i was dozing off, and the moment my conscious mind snapped into place, it was liek a moment of "EUREKA!" that's exactly what's making NLP bullshit to some people, it's because some people although they try to maintain certain principles like optimism etc when they are conscious, they have not practiced it consciously enuff for it to settle into their subconscious mind. Even me, who's been consciously monitoring my every single thoughts when im awake since some ages ago, do slip into tt negative auto pilot mode from time to time. And this leads to another huge realization. the people who stand up on stage and give motivational and inpsiring speeches, people like sean covey who write best seller b ooks, people liek adam khoo and stuart tan ARE AGES AHEAD OF US IN TERMS OF THEIR SUBCONSCIOUS SYSTEM. They embody the very thing they teach, tt's why NLP works for them all the time. They been consciously exposing themselves to such things that it's already enbedded somewhere in their head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF one does not truly believe in the thing they are taking action on, dosent have faith a certain path will work, there's no way it will actaully materialize. It's one of life's basic rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt's some really frigging amazing of what i realised today, cuz tt's some  all self-help book seems to leave out. an explanation of why it dosent work at times. cuz they would probably mean lesser credibility on their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway sorry for the sloppy update, been really busy will probably update over the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-6883580289021615526?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/6883580289021615526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=6883580289021615526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6883580289021615526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/6883580289021615526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/01/reason-why-most-self-help-dosent-work.html' title='The reason why most self-help dosent work just for anyone.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-4820159320471596050</id><published>2008-01-21T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:47:58.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Self-indulgence</title><content type='html'>The feeling im having right now is exactly identical to that of when i was in schooling. remember, how night time, just before u sleep, used to be the most precious moments of the day. when u just came out frm the shower, entered ur bedroom. it's the moment when all ur homework is done, u finished studying for tt irritating integration test tomorrow, ur bags packed, and u are waiting for ur hair to dry before u sleep. U turn on some good music from your speakers, surf the net, read some blogs get really comfy in that armchair of yours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that im following a routine work week, monday to friday, 8-5.30 , im beginning to feel like im going back to school once again. In school, as your teacher drone on and on about some micromolecular organism that you dont really give a damn, you will be thinking of the things you would wanna do today after u finished ur homework and stuff, as a form of reward. I dun know about the others, but that for me was what kept me going everyday, knowing there's always something to look foward to at night. usually it would be catching the latest anime episode, simpsons episode, luff at comedy central's special standup comedy presentations so many to do , but so little time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself feeling the same today. except I realised my aspirations have shifted from leisure activities in the "watching of stuff" scope to a more adult-ish kinda aspirations. for example, i cant believe this words are coming out of my mouth, but when i thought of gaming at night on the bus home today, i was actaully turned off by the idea. Instead the idea of using those precious moments to catch up with friends online, finding new music and continuing my education in NLP, reading of books, appealed to be much more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda odd, yesterday cuz i was thinking of spending $50 on this new gaming headset, then there was suddenly this very strong outburst of NO! from my head. it's as though i lost part of my childhood, there's this part of me that's actually very anti-gaming nowadays, and im really shocked, cuz i have a background of competetive gaming in the past. But i guess all these were a result of some thinking i've been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you feel how it is like to be No.1  , you will never accept the feeling of being even No.2" some quote i vividly remember from one of the NLP books. oh it is so damn true. I realised the reason why, after sec 2 i wasnt able to give up compy gaming, it's probably cuz i always wanted to return to the throne, to where the king stands overlooking everyone below him, not be some horse or knight. i kept going chasing after tt dream of being on the throne again, i sacrificed my studies playing scrims to late in the night like 1am 2am when there's sch tml lol. wy and ron can testify to that =.= and in the end, i dont really get to return to be a king. neither did my team. but after being kek ever since, i recently started to understand that, i should be thanking my lucky stars that i already been at pole position once. There was a moment in time, when people would follow your every move, rave about the stunts u pull off, stand behind you and spectate. And that's something most people wil never get to experience in their entire life time, i should be just contented when i lookback on those days. My friend posed me a question recently: have you ever regretted sacrificing so much for your team, like ur studies and stuff and yet you still cant be the top team in sg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied without hesitation no. U know all the stuff peopple tell you when u fail at something, stuff like "it's the process that matters". and to think about it, it sorta made sense. I had some really unbelievable memories with the team, CRC over nights, private rooms at e2max where we yell at the top of our lungs and no one outside can hear us. I believe such things can never be exchanged for something else in life, i will not say okae 4 A Levels A grades gonna be worth all these memories, no. These are something you cant learn from school, it's a dream that most people dont dare to live, and to realize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and succeed" - Lloyd Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's all in the past. I have came to a sudden realization recently that, i've come to a point in my life, where I should just put down those old aspirations of mine, and embrace new ones. Why? For the simple reason of, things changing as we grow older. Today as i was heading back from work, I saw this 19 year old guy at most 20, driving a Tuscano 2-doored sports car. I mean how awesome is that. Just think about it, picture yourself driving a sports car in whatever colour you like it to be, and stepping out of the car to your work place, or to meet your friends. Most people would instantly think of such ppl as being "RICH KIDS WITH RICH FATHERS", but if you actaully think about it, what if their father's aint rich, but they are actaully capable of paying for a sports car at the tender age of 20, isnt tt something to be impressed by.  I think tthat's something that at my age, i should work towards, as in not to show off or anything, but as a form of goal. the sports car is just a figure of speech. The more accurate picture would not to be an average Joe, get a an office work 9-5 job, get payed 2k a month, own a HDB 4-room, drive a toyota. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this week is gonna be a draining week, with lotsa work to be done, but i always have the image of owning a sports car at a young age motivating me whenever im feeling lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a time, when a king puts down his ruined Kingdom, and starts rebuilding a new Kingdom to call his own. And the time is now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The  only things that stand between  people and what they want from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible" - Richard M. DeVos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-4820159320471596050?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/4820159320471596050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=4820159320471596050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/4820159320471596050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/4820159320471596050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/01/mindless-self-indulgence.html' title='Mindless Self-indulgence'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-4464904441187391015</id><published>2008-01-18T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:07:49.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in the army.</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: We been told not to disclose any SAF happenings of what happened in the days on that island. The below will just be certain reflections and my thoughts during my 5 days. It will contain no chronological happenings or any sort.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botakness. Oh god where should I start. I always viewed the grooming of one hair as not a way of being a poser or to look good, or any sort. It's more of a courtesy to others that you style your hair before heading out. When you bathed, u smell good, ur hair is all in place, u will automatically carry yourself as a confident person, basically cuz u feel good. That's why after i was shaved bald, the moment i look into the mirror i have this sinking feeling lol. Like WTF? WHO THE HELL IS THAT IN THE MIRROR. Apparently i was not the only one lol, i have friends who are emo cuz they lost their hair rofl. I gonna be stuck with wearing a cap in the future when i head out to hang. My mum thinks i look like some boy boy now zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunking with other guys. At first I thought i will never get used to that idea, cuz guys being guys will always have tt guy pride thing, the need to like to be macho act cool bla bla.. so initially when all these are still taking place, everyone seems really cold so u are basically a lonewolf. But when everyone puts down their pride and start talking, we had a blast thrash talking, and that's how we made time pass really fast while everyone awaits bookout day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about being in the army, the language used can be really really explicit. For me it was something usual, since i grew up with people who swore alot in competetive gaming, swearing is a norm to me. I noticed though, for certain people, when vulgarities are used, they felt uneasy. Zeqi told me he found the people on the island to be X1000 vulgar. so hmm i might consider signing on for the army tsk tsk.. jking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food, is suprisingly acceptable, we often hear horror stories about the food we get to eat in the army, but to me it was really acceptable, i wont say it's heavenly but, at least it's fit for human consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself suffering from the-lack-of-keyboard-withdrawal-symptoms. lol sad but true, i find myself with the urge to type really fast on the keyboard late at night, hwo i miss my rig at home, how i miss the sounds system of mind, the songs i play. On the island the only songs we heard of, was our national anthem, so u could understand how much i crave for some green day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that if you were to *touch wood*, die one day, about roughly 200 peopple will attent ur funeral. this is the proven average number, and sociologist reckon tt's becuz humands used to hang out in groups of about 200 before we became civilised, meaning the flintstone era. That explains why when we meet new people, sometimes there is this really strong vibe he or she sends out that makes you dislike him or her, a natural mechanism to keep the number of the group relatively constant. You dont just accept a new person into a group if she or he has no values to the grp. It's just like cliques of friends, once a clique is formed, it's very rare that there will be any further addition of members especially for girls. so of course, this applies to my days on that island. Isit just me, or isit that we tend to dislike people who try too hard to fit in such that they arent themselves anymore. There's this guy X, who swears so much in all his sentences that it's so obvious he's trying too hard to swear lol.it's like X will try to place a f*** word in frnt of every single verb noun and adjective lol. thankfully he was far far far far away from where i bunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i really missed was bingo, my Maltese dog haha. I miss him greeting me every morning when i wake up, to have him follow me around while i get my breakfast ready, to play tug and fetch with him haha. the first thing when i reached home was to spend sometime with that furry friend of mine, some say dogs are really loyal, i would have to totally agree with that statement. mum told me when i was in camp, bingo was really moody, and he would always wander into my room to look for me, something he usually does not do. my dad even pretended to be me, sitting in my computer chair to sorta convince bingoi was at home, hahha but apparently that failed, bingo was still mooody and sitting around all day. &lt;3 bingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest part of my days on the island was, lying on the bed trying really hard to fall asleep, due to insomnia, everyone else in the room was asleep except you so you cant talk to nione, and yeah all u can do is just lie down and try to sleep, that turned out to work for me, i sorted out some thoughts on where I wanna work towards next in life. I think i came to a point in life, where competitive gaming can no longer co exist with my life. I had lotsa wonderful memories from starting out in 7eam. InD all the way till 7eam.Lach lotsa moments that would still make me smile upon recalling them, but i guess i could no longer relive that dream of playing on the big stage again, cuz of time constraints, as of nxt monday i will be working an 8-5 job, which means my only spare times are on weekends to catch up with friends and my family. I guess the thing of priority now is to prepare for my upcoming SATs, TOEFL and what not, and yeah working towards paying tt $700 for my iTouch which looks oh so sexay in my friend's hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, i bumped into lotsa people in camp. I saw Issac HAHHAA I SWEAR WHEN U GUYS SEE HIM U WILL LUFF UR ASSES OFF. HE LOOKS LIKE A MONK i swear. he just need like 9 burnt marks on his head to be a perfect shaolin disciple. i saw bryan as well, he was like still bryanny haha nothing really different about him. i saw couple of pin and yuk as well, haha and i keep running into zx for like consecutive days. oh and from my jc class LOL. CAI DICK! mingshu's totally different without his hair LOL. and when he's platoon is marching u can find him easily, when teh whole platoon chants "left right left right" listen for the donald duck distinctive voice LOL tt's how i spotted him. i saw neo, wilson , mitchell as well haha. wilson said he recognised me via my red specs i guess i shud consider changing to less A.A specs =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap tt's the update for now. Hopefully by the nxt time i blog, i will have got my iTouch so i can like review it xDDDDD cheers to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-4464904441187391015?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/4464904441187391015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=4464904441187391015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/4464904441187391015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/4464904441187391015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/01/days-in-army.html' title='Days in the army.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-735319829050752</id><published>2008-01-13T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:25:00.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last moment with my darling, my rig.</title><content type='html'>In about 12 hours time i will be reporting at Pasir Ris interchange to officially join the SAF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time anyone of you guys out there reading this blog see me, i will be bald. BOTAK. NO HAIR. say bye to armani, say bye to messy hair do, say bye to spiky hair.&lt;br /&gt;I asked my senior, "how long did it take for ur hair to grow back to normal length"&lt;br /&gt;"3 months"&lt;br /&gt;was the reply. so yeah 3 months of looking like a potato with extra legs hands and a head. I console myself with the fact that i shopped for a cap yesterday already, and at least i wont be looking like a monk trying to sell insurance the nxt time i go hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for sakae dinner with my family today, lol my family's way of letting me enjoy the last bit of decent food before i eat "food" in the army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were young, we used to look at army like in a really distant fashion, like aiyah so far away, no need worry so much now. lol, and then suddenly we are like, tomorrow botak loh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest i cant wait for my army life to begin, esp when im assigned to a unit, life needs a new challenge right now. although my time on tekong wont be that long, but haha damn i gonna miss chilling to music. something i take for granted ever since the A's ended. im gonna be without any form of mp3 player for the nxt 5 days, the only form of songs will probably be those that guys sing while they are showering =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at parkway today, den i saw this grp of like 5-6 guys in sch uniform, den i was like "you lucky bastards, you dont have to go tekong tomorrow" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo.. &lt;br /&gt;from the 14th to 19th, I will be away from the keyboard @ tekong. My com will be online as usual, so if there's nothing urgent and u gotta contact me, drop me a msg on MSN as usual. If im offline it's probably cuz my mum tripped the switch lol. Or there's anything urgent dropped me an sms, will get back to u guys from 9.30pm to 10.30pm so called free time @ tekong according to my friends. I wont be replying to the tagboard for the nxt 5 days, so please leave a msg on my msn instead of tagboard =.= which is super inefficient btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, yours sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Botak-Head-To-Be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-735319829050752?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/735319829050752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=735319829050752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/735319829050752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/735319829050752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-last-moment-with-my-darling-my-rig.html' title='My last moment with my darling, my rig.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-3371409566309754795</id><published>2008-01-11T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T09:01:23.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting makes u dumb.</title><content type='html'>I have this theory. IF after 2 years in the army, i could no longer do 1+1 = 2 , it's probably becuz i spent too much time rotting at home. Just today i started going back to the books, picking up where i left off on my NLP books. Just after 1 hour and 30mins of reading, i was like totally exhausted, i was dozing off, and i just went to sleep =.= kinda like a deja vu during the a level period. long study period = sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain actually feels slower now, as though im like living life in bullet time. like my hp. rang for 30secs den i was like "OH! so that's where the noise is coming from"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL pre-NS sucks. cuz u just wanna get BMT over, ya know so u can get on with a more stable life. cuz currently i cant do any long term plans, cuz i have to enlist 1st to find out which unit im in bla bla bla.. i cant take up like jobs tt i wanted to, cant commit to any potential teams that wants me as a ringer.. so yeah.. life pretty much is stagnant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad promised we will have this REALLY REALLY big feast before i enlist on monday, and already my mind's like BUFFET PLEASE?! VIENNA BUFFET@NOVENA = LOVE. totally the buffet rocks, i mean test tube drinks, tenpanyaki eat all u want, what more can u ask for in a buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K gonna crash now, &lt;3 to all those @ tekong now. HAHHA BOTAK HEADS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-3371409566309754795?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/3371409566309754795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=3371409566309754795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3371409566309754795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/3371409566309754795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/01/rotting-makes-u-dumb.html' title='Rotting makes u dumb.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-7584300688556148532</id><published>2008-01-08T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T01:07:10.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So it's back to life.</title><content type='html'>Had any of you reading this right now, have such a great hiatus that you dont know where to start talking about it? Well I did. I havent been updating cuz i been pretty busy. "Busy?" Loads of people ask me. yes, i been busy, taking a really long deserved break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you recall the 1st day u entered Primary School, u were asked to memorize the multiplication tables. When u were in Secondary School, you had to memorize definations for science subjects, in JC u had to memorize bio facts like "hypoxia-induced factor 1-a" yes i still remember those. Have it ever cross your mind that, ever since u stepped into the Singapore education system, you have never had a really recharging hiatus ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of year holidays lasted 2 months, but our teachers' all have this common hobby called "Giving Our Students Holiday Homework" And there was test to face when u get back from ur holidays etc etc. so basically ur holiday is just like attending school at home, without a teacher's supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the A's ended. Is it just me, or did everyone else feel this feeling of "WOAH im finally free. I can live life the way i want" Okay let's not get too ahead of ourselves here, i know there's still uni to attend. But i always pictured uni to to be this place where people took the courses they like you know, nothing against ur own will, like erm memorising VSEPR shapes for chemistry. So, it's gonna be like learning what you really like i guess.. no more being bound to whatever we are told to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day A level ended, i caught a movie with my jc class, and it was like.. hmm, it feels really good to just sit there and live that moment. Like there's nothing on ur mind bothering you, neither is there that nagging thought in ur brain that tells you, oh when i get home i gotta practice integration. There isnt. And it felt so damn good. I remmeber waking up the next day and realising OMG i dont have to touch any books for a long time anymore. Then it struck me, Life's Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was where my hiatus began. This incredible period of 3 months where i totally recharged myself, gave myself a whole new perspective on life. Cuz i had so much free time, I attended every single gathering, every single outting, be it for psch mates, sec sch mates, gaming mates, family outings. whatsoever, i made sure i was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know the interesting point about conversing with such a wide range of different people, is that you gain this whole new way of looking at things. Many of the topics that surfaced in such conversations, is what everyone wanted to do after the A's. Like i have friends who wanna go into the mobile disco business, get a loan start up a business and offered me a part in the business. I have friends who setting up a server rental company locally, be it for data storage, or gaming servers, so yeah and i got offered a job there as well, cuz i pretty much been fooling with the computer since i was p4. Then it struck me that, you know when you were young, and society fills ur brain with ideas like, oh you gotta be a doctor, oh you gotta be a lawyer. U go thru rigorous education for that certificate that sees that u get such jobs. That was my reality then, i believed tt's the way society works. Get a paper, get a good job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i remembered what my jc2 CT told the class, she said that, no matter what, there's always a way out. no matter what grades u achieve, there's always a path that's open to you. and tt's pretty true.  I mean, really, perhaps life isnt just about HOW we achieve a certain goal. HOW doesn't matter. What matter is, do you FEEL that you want the thing you desire. If you can FEEL whatever it is that your heart desires, a path to it opens up, just hop on. Doesn't matter HOW you will get there, that's something that will be solved naturally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago I read this interesting idea on "Emotional Spending" It involved you putting your largest dollar notes that you have in your wallet, get changed, go to the busiest shopping district in town. Then go window shopping, like okae find something you like that you largest dollar notes can buy you. and say " WOW , that's really lovely. And i can have it! I have the money for it. IF i have it, i can like play countless hours of mp3 on the road. It will look so stunning that people will be jealous of me" well, you get the idea. As retarded as it will sound now, but at the end of the day when you have done this for like for 100 items that you really loved. and assuming each item you wanted costed you $300. It means at the end of the day you would have spent $30,000 emotionally. Yea physically you might not have it, but emotionally it would feel as though you spent $30,000. I thought it was utter bullshit lol when i 1st read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends would re call that there was this span of time, when i was running low on cash, cuz of repairing my psp charger, and in addition to some really unlucky betting streaks. So yeah i thought no harm in trying. The next day i got up, I brushed up and bathed, den marched right off to Funan and oogle at all the digital goodies that i was craving for. And yeah after that emotional spending spree, i was feeling so good and at the top of my game, that i got home and called up some tuition agency, looking for means of teaching ppl tuition. and i went off taking fotos of my old com rig, to sell 2nd hand, something i was meant to do in a long time. The next day, before i knew it i had already fixed 2 time slots for tuition. which meant 400+ sgd a month. not bad for a start. then came a call from an old friend about my old rig, and yeah it was sold to him for a price i cant disclose or others would be killing me lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it comes to show that, maybe HOW isn't always what we should be concerned with. It's whether we allow ourselves to FEEL like we already have what we want. Something to think about hmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niway, over my hiatus the greatest discovery should be that: MOUNT FABER IS THE MOST UNDERRATED PLACE TO HANGOUT AT NIGHT! man tt place is awesome. I was hanging with JW,Jianz, Yingz, Tingz, MD and the 3 retards lol. so we were like just thrash talking up there right, at like 11+ cuz we din wanna go crash so early and sleep, so we hung out there out of boredom. Then suddenly there was this roaring screeh of tyres, as in really really loud, I thought there was actaully an accident at first.  Then out of the corner was saw this Blue Sabaru Impreza racing this Lotus Elise, and my it was awesome although we caught only like 10 secs of the action. The roar of the engines was like ZOMG so obvious they been so heaviliy modified lol, it was like the roar of a jet engine. Everyone was like "OMG WTF?" haha really cool stuff. Check out the video once JW has uploaded it, friggin cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah over the course of the 3 months, i had lotsa stayovers, etc etc hanging chilling. it was like i was a nomad, staying over at different houses over the course of the week lol. And yea they were loads of fun, I enjoyed learning to play texas holdem poker, and i spend some time nowadays following professional texas holdem poker tournaments in the US, where the pots can go up to millions. I caught up with loads of friends, learnt how to scam vending machines for free drinks, not sleeping at all for the whole night and then playing soccer at 7am till 10am. haha when i was on my way home i was so unbelievably shagged that, i mistook "4" for "14" when i entered my condo lift lol. But all's done in the spirit of "PLAY NOW, v soon all of us can no longer do this lol, cuz we'll all be botak on tekong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So army huh.. And i guess tt signals the start of my back-to-normal-life. No more sleeping at 5am and waking up at 4pm. No more heck careness, but all's good.. i mean i did have one of the most unbelievable breaks i ever took. And i dont resent going back to the "real life" like i normally do when sch starts lol. Army is just like something refreshing for me, and i dont see the big hooha about it. although i think i will bitch about it soon haha, but it's cool for now. It does feel weird that my contact list will be short of some really close people i talk to daily, cuz they're all stuck in tekong haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah i start giving tuition from today officially, and yeah im back to psychology, i know tt's not a career path i gonna follow, but just out of interest i will go back to the books that i once read lol. And im off to tekong soon! 14th! haha gonna have like loads of good food before that, u know something like the last supper lol. =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! and the music scene. it's quite wow nowadays. i mean haha there's some hope in the music scene nowdays at least. BECAUSE GREEN DAY'S NEW ALBUM IS COMING! and err i chcked out a couple of new indie bands like onerepublic, i havce their album on loop now it's pretty good, think chris daughtry music with more acoustic guitar and a touch of violin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him that would move the world first move himself.&lt;br /&gt;       - Socrates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-7584300688556148532?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/7584300688556148532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=7584300688556148532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/7584300688556148532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/7584300688556148532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-its-back-to-life.html' title='So it&apos;s back to life.'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8948988226397376140.post-453671403431263521</id><published>2007-12-06T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:19:17.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>erm. im not gonna promise anything this time lol. but i sorta revived the blog cuz hmm many ppl say they think i gone missing ever since a levels ended lol. so yeah just a way to keep in touch with my "old friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah so the a levels ended apparently. and all the fun begins lol. remember how when u were mugging for the a levels, and u kept telling yourself, you will do this and that. lol and how fuffiling is it to accomplish all u have planned. i for one,  have made it to where i want in competetive gaming. erm but at the same time ensuring, im not a geek who plays computer games 24/7 who cant even be bothered to take his meals, and will call macdonalds delivery like no tomorrow. ever since a level ended i been surprisingly busy.. stayovers chalets trainings you name it, i've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i feel so old. when i took the 1st mrt train on wednesday with lim and slyvia at like 6am after the stayover at gary's house. den i realised wtf i felt really really drained. after not sleeping for a day. this kinda thing used to be like peanuts to me. i deal with it really easily. but then on that day when i walked home i was already like dozing off as i walk lol. i almost fell into a drain along the way. so yeah im officially old. everyone shud start calling me uncle teo or smthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aniwhoo.. my parents are currently overseas in korea, so im currently home alone in sg. and to be honest i feel really bad for bingo, my dog this few days. it's like i have stayovers, chalets etc etc.. and it's not only till today i finally get some time off to myself lol. so it's like bingo sees me in the morning and he greets me when i open my bedroom door.. and then he wags and wags his tail. Jason goes to the kitchen to grab breakfast. Jason goes to the toilet to get changed and get ready to head out. Bingo follows Jason everywhere. Jason closes the door, Bingo is sad. he lies down on the floor and makes this really pitiful face. lol im pretty sure he does tt on purpose =.= and then when i come back from let say a stayover. bingo greets me and jason goes to bed feeling really sleepy. okae im sure all animal lovers will kill me by now.. but so niway when ig et up from bed.. he will have his chew toy in his mouth and drop the chew toy in front of my feet, waiting for me to throw it around the house so he can play fetch. and then bingo's happy again. so im not such a bad owner afterall. lol i spent like 2 hours playing with bingo today. my favourite is chasing him around the house then suddenly hiding behind a door. so he cant finds me and i will jump from behind and catch him wahahwha. okae jason's insane. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so any of you noticed that music really sucks recently. u remember the days of backstreet boys, westlife, a1. good songs werent hard to find then, but it seems they are almost extinct nowadays. it's not only with songs we heard on the billboards. it's like clubs are playing hip hop and RnB ? like wtf? what happened to old school techno. Da Rude, ATB, 9pm till i come, warp brothers? how the hell do u dance without a loud bass and catchy beats lol. and look at the billboards. it's all rnb, hip hop. FERGIE? RIHANNA? umbrella? can someone seriously look at the lyrics of umbrella and seriously. ELLA ELLA ELLA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years ago we had coldplay, yellowcard, hoobastank for soft rock. now we have none that are active. chris daughtry is the only decent rock artist i heard this year. what happened to sum41, blink 182? and for pop music, look at kelly clarkson's new album. i mean her first album is totally amazing, behind hazel eyes was absolutely amazing. den her new album my december came out recently. i mean it's lost that magic touch =.= yes we do see new artist like death cab for cutie,the fray etc etc. but those are alternative music. what happened to pop and soft rock. i was chilling out and ben and jerries today with jw and co. and then this live band tried to play umbrella and we all went like ZOMG. so okaeee.. yea music really isnt to my taste recently. RAWRR I WANT BACK THE GOOD OLD DAYS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okae so we shall see how long i can keep blogging since we all know im notorious for abandoning blogs LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8948988226397376140-453671403431263521?l=humour-addict.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/feeds/453671403431263521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8948988226397376140&amp;postID=453671403431263521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/453671403431263521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8948988226397376140/posts/default/453671403431263521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humour-addict.blogspot.com/2007/12/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>XoduS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
