<?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-34946839</id><updated>2012-01-04T04:27:52.747+08:00</updated><category term='Malware - MediaTubeCodec'/><category term='First Post'/><category term='Live Earth'/><category term='Wind Technique'/><category term='My Logo Designs'/><category term='Second BeAtBox GiG'/><category term='Once upon a time...'/><category term='My Humps'/><category term='retainee'/><category term='Electronic Prototype Design'/><category term='Random Topic'/><category term='Zeitgeist'/><category term='Disclaimer and Terms of Use'/><category term='Sec two Streaming 2007'/><category term='Spits - Ulcer Sucks'/><category term='Water Techinique(Cute Version?)'/><category term='A Blog'/><category term='twoResiLience BBQ'/><category term='submitURLform'/><category term='First BeAtBox GiG...'/><title type='text'>SpitsBeaT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</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>607</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3348775225054777677</id><published>2011-01-01T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T04:27:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spitsbeat.co.cc/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUA4vBy4oLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3_nkeMJMYAM/s1600/clickme.png" border="0" alt="CLICK MEEEEE!!!" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566511520016801970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3348775225054777677?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3348775225054777677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3348775225054777677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3348775225054777677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3348775225054777677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2011/01/click-here-for-free-chocolated.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUA4vBy4oLI/AAAAAAAAAS0/3_nkeMJMYAM/s72-c/clickme.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4508686836800837546</id><published>2010-01-14T04:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:17:53.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been rather long since I've last made a meaningful blog post. Well, I gotta confess that I've lost interest in blogging...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(this is actually my first post of 2010, and also a year I'm anticipating for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be different tonight though. I'm on cloud nine and simply in a good mood to write. Having a ticking time-bomb off your back is absolutely great, and the feeling's never better knowing you're in a rather secured position with your decision. That aside, let me begin with what I'm really here for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was standing by my window, enjoying the night breeze -- as usual during the November to early March period -- and simply thinking about absolutely nothing. Though it's like 4am now, the entire stretch of road here never sleeps. There are constantly cars, taxis and (mostly) trucks/lorries passing by every moment. However, there's always this short period of time where I'd find the stretch of over two kilometers of road empty. That's when the beauty of audio and visual spell their magnificence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at the reservoir, my eyes couldn't help it but to drown in the water. The lamp surrounding the jogging tracks of the reservoir vaguely reflects and dissolves light on the water surface. That gives a perfect contrast of colours with the night's darkness especially when you slowly lose focus of the reservoir whilst staring at it. It gets even prettier during full-moon. The moonlight spreads itself neatly across the water surface, presenting a calm yet distinct set of water ripples across its path. (I've got a picture of that in my "Bedok Reservoir" album on Facebook, go check it out it's just beautiful.) Another sight I enjoy is the silhouette of trees casted by the moonlight when it's hanging low. They often suggest the "now you see it, now you don't" idea where the branches sway with the wind, hiding and revealing any prominent object behind it. That brings me to the carpark beside it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around this hour, the neighbourhood police patrols the area routinely in their usual Toyota patrol car. They made a usual turn into the carpark like always, but came to a rather unusual stop tonight and got out of the car. Although their activity there were blocked by the trees, I could still see them approaching one of the parked vehicles there. From that point, my mind started swirling wildly and rather cheekily -- did they catch a couple hanky panky in the carpark lot? I was uncertain, but that red Honda car did drive out of the carpark after some time. Who knows, the trees blocked the view..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, it's actually a wonder how amazing vegetations are and their importance for the flora and fauna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I diverted my attention from the carpark. Realising a rather odd squeaky yet dull noise in the midst of silence. I wondered where they came from; was it the usual wasp or beetles flapping their wings against my bedroom walls? Never liked them, they always give me a sense of insecurity -- that itchy feeling as though they might just fly into my ear. But no, the sound didn't come from  my bedroom. It definitely came from fifteen stories down. I looked down towards the direction where the sound came from, and indeed there were some rarely-seen-in-a-housing-district-area-in-Singapore-animal circling their flight around a tree -- Bats. It wasn't just one or two of them. There were at least a dozen of them living in that same big tree situated along the driveway of my estate. That could be a family of three generations living together in that one big tree. Apart from the trip into caves of Pahang (which had a dozen multiplied by a few thousand of them), I don't often see groups of bats around here. But imagine, how much wildlife have we destroyed simply by chopping down a few trees here and there to make our all-so genius invention of paper. It's really sad. But in life, I guess only the more dominant species survives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you, but I must be honest I've never liked foreign workers in Singapore. That changed in a way tonight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wondered how neat the lines and arrows are drawn on the roads? Have you ever wondered how do they do it? A template? A sophisticated laser technology marking lines for the painters? Or should I ask have you even notice there are lines and arrows on the roads...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's none of the above. They use strings, chalks, a measuring tape, some flat rectangular metal plates and a kind of painting trolley thing with fire at the base burning the paint onto the road. That's all, no templates. All by hand and almost free-hand sketching. Guess who these artists are? The Bangladeshi workers we always complain about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They posses skills that I simply would applaud. I'm sure no Singaporeans would want to be up on the roads at four in the morning perspiring after bending up and down marking the points of these lines and arrows. What would Singapore be like without these foreign workers? There would be a shortage of manpower at our construction sites; our "green city" image wouldn't be as green as it sounds; we'll have sand for roads; our garbage would be uncollected and burnt by the roadside. Which Singaporean would want to commit to these sort of labour? I guess we could really just show them our appreciation by not complaining about their smell on buses and trains. After all, they perspired to make our lives better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4508686836800837546?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4508686836800837546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4508686836800837546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4508686836800837546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4508686836800837546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-its-been-rather-long-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3320791845941854946</id><published>2009-11-26T11:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:46:06.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; 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Be back probably around mid November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the best in everything people! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd still be online though; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/spitsbeat"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-1807461182821554368?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1807461182821554368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1807461182821554368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1807461182821554368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1807461182821554368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-place-is-extremely-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SragBnFza4I/AAAAAAAAAR4/WEc1ZI-PFHA/s72-c/AFK.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8754358702892294215</id><published>2009-09-13T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:34:35.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This place would be on hiatus for awhile. &lt;div&gt;Or at least after the end of Os.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be odd to make this break ending with a dirty joke (as seen in the previous post below), so here's an update!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blogging has become rather unnecessary with Facebook around these days. Realise how little photos are up here now? Well, it's way more convenient having them uploaded on Facebook instead. So yea, I wouldn't be surprised if one day this place just dies out...all 605 posts here would bury itself in its graveyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely tons of things occured during the break of blogging; some good, some bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, 5th year in Temasek is almost coming to an end. Graduation is the next hot stuff I'd be revolving around. One will always appreciate things only upon losing them. I'm sure sooner or later there'll be a post here summarising the awesome time I've spent in TMS, and start "missing" the things I've once had in TMS. A memorabilia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of graduation, why not check this video up? Embedding has been disabled, so click on this link instead. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOncsnYp7Ic"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOncsnYp7Ic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8754358702892294215?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8754358702892294215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8754358702892294215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8754358702892294215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8754358702892294215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-place-would-be-on-hiatus-for.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3655528868408162950</id><published>2009-09-02T12:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:23:55.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;First Grader Smarter Than You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A first-grade teacher, Ms Neelam, was having trouble with one of her students. The teacher asked, "Boy, what is your problem?" Boy answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the third-grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam had enough. She took Boy to the principal's office. While Boy waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms Neelam he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave. She agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "9".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "36".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know. The principal looks at Ms Neelam and tells her, "I think Boy can go to the third-grade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam says to the principal, "I have some of my own questions. Can I ask him ?" The principal and Boy both agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: after a moment "Legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Nee lam: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: "Pockets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft And sticky? The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Boy was taking charge.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three leg s? The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Shake hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: Now I will ask some "Who am I" sort of questions, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first. The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Wedding Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Boy.: Nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Arrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What word star ts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' that means lot of heat and excitement?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Firetruck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What word starts with a 'F' and ends in 'K' &amp;amp; if u dont get it u have to use ur hand.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What is it that all men have one of it's longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn't use his and a man gives it to his wife after they're married?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: SURNAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Neelam: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, &amp;amp; is responsible for making love?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: HEART.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher,&lt;br /&gt;"send this Boy to College, I got the last ten questions wrong myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3655528868408162950?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3655528868408162950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3655528868408162950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3655528868408162950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3655528868408162950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-grade-teacher-ms-neelam-was.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8996906776773596613</id><published>2009-08-22T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:28:46.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XyPkUXGq1S0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XyPkUXGq1S0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8996906776773596613?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8996906776773596613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8996906776773596613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8996906776773596613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8996906776773596613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6457679591816959558</id><published>2009-08-09T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:53:40.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being ambitious, I've came up with something I've never done before:&lt;div&gt;Beatbox with dance. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well a sudden craze for MJ amongst people seems to provide an urge for me to do it. Was YouTubing the whole night picking up MJ moves LOL. If it works, it's gonna be so cool. But will it? Hmmph, lets just Beat It yo haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost touch in performing solo, hmmph gotta come up with new routines and covers that could WOW the crowd. Audience are getting harder to please nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nevertheless, enjoy this video. I'm addicted to Mraz again! Gotton his We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things album (((:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use the word "gotton" because I don't wanna show how cheap I am "getting" the album HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYhYYHE-iVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYhYYHE-iVI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6457679591816959558?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6457679591816959558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6457679591816959558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6457679591816959558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6457679591816959558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-ambitious-ive-came-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6581259880604967825</id><published>2009-08-09T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T01:05:45.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;600th blog post(holyshit!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Happy 44th Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/Sn7b-FGImlI/AAAAAAAAARo/v621DoLzPHE/s400/singapore_flag.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367969665438489170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6581259880604967825?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6581259880604967825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6581259880604967825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6581259880604967825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6581259880604967825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/600th-blog-post-happy-44th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/Sn7b-FGImlI/AAAAAAAAARo/v621DoLzPHE/s72-c/singapore_flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8964334663289927453</id><published>2009-08-02T09:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:13:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SnTy8ucb57I/AAAAAAAAARY/5ZWGNRp6DPk/s400/SDC10107.JPG" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365180181178476466" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SnTyUxmSb1I/AAAAAAAAAQo/zZ3GJASY340/s400/SDC10126.JPG" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365179494830337874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SnTy8Zw06vI/AAAAAAAAARQ/gOA1DXQ1lhw/s400/SDC10117.JPG" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365180175626857202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SnTyWJnPNwI/AAAAAAAAARI/DYRM2C0Guy4/s400/SDC10118.JPG" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365179518456641282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SnTyVjSo8ZI/AAAAAAAAARA/KMRQyTGGtg8/s400/SDC10119.JPG" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365179508169699730" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SnTyVeRcRSI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/I3OQGHDEUX4/s400/SDC10121.JPG" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365179506822497570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SnTyVDRbIrI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wZwvJqwJQ4o/s400/SDC10122.JPG" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365179499574665906" /&gt;Mini CO alumni outing yesterday evening, hahahaha my cam's not really good at taking fireworks. What a waste, anyways better pics are up on facebook (from yeening's cam!!!!). HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was the a cappella champs on the 31st of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG team 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion Sleeps Tonight (TAG style!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2z4t_AtZ9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g2z4t_AtZ9Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite songs for the evening, If I Ain't Got You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMH2ZPtkQ6A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMH2ZPtkQ6A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel It (In the Air Tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXHIMmfX3cc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gXHIMmfX3cc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG team 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJqCW3GoQAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WJqCW3GoQAk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUVsA_c2f_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FUVsA_c2f_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KAxIfnwPrI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KAxIfnwPrI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wondrous evening that sums up the great times we all had together. TAG ftw \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8964334663289927453?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8964334663289927453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8964334663289927453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8964334663289927453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8964334663289927453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/mini-co-alumni-outing-yesterday-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SnTy8ucb57I/AAAAAAAAARY/5ZWGNRp6DPk/s72-c/SDC10107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5042522318517161138</id><published>2009-07-30T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:15:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Cappella Championships tomorrow evening at Arthouse.&lt;div&gt;Do come down to support yo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best TAGGIESSS(((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone's fucked. An absolute failure. Couldnt copy all the contacts into SIM card (only some made it in), owells... retro phone ftw\m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5042522318517161138?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5042522318517161138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5042522318517161138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5042522318517161138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5042522318517161138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/cappella-championships-tomorrow-evening.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-7195838705447147230</id><published>2009-07-24T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T23:19:32.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to update some days ago, but blogger had some problem; there seem to be some discrepancy between Singnet and Blogger's server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When using whichever browser, the 'new-post page' would seem distorted (&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/blogger_post.png" target="_blank"&gt;click here for the image&lt;/a&gt;). I'm sure some of you Singnet users are too facing the same problem, so here's a solution I've found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click Tools -&gt; Internet Options&lt;br /&gt;Click on "Connections" page tab&lt;br /&gt;Click on "LAN Settings" button (if you are using Broadband)&lt;br /&gt;Check the "Use a proxy server for your LAN ..." checkbox&lt;br /&gt;Uncheck the other 2 options on top&lt;br /&gt;Click on "Advanced" button&lt;br /&gt;Under HTTP type, input "proxy.singnet.com.sg" for proxy address and "8080" for port number&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, click OK and refresh the page. It should solve the problem((:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha anyways, just came back from night study bout an hour ago. Felt really high just now, no idea why hahaha. Phone's screwed though, the M2 card reader cant read any M2 cards. This is sad, that means no more videos/songs/pictures in my phone ))))):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Cappella Championship's in exactly one week's time. Hmmph, I'm excited for it! All the very best for both teams, and I'm in both teams!! WOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to have activities occupying my time. Well, it'll really suck to simply mug ALL THE WAY. With events going on, I'd feel there's really very little time for me to revise. Hence, motivation to make use of every spare time to do work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically I'm blogging now, but well haha very sleepy sia now probably going to bed soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAG tomorrow morning followed by AMath class. If got time I'd most likely pop by Vivo and support TMSCO ((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'd go for Influenza jab tomorrow too. Even if it doesn't really help fan off the H1N1 virus thing, at least there's still some hope. Moreover, there's some exponential spike in the number of people falling ill these few days. Better to be safe then sorry I reckon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the next 4 months, I can't afford to fall sick at all. Worse still catching a flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've explained the difference between Flu and Common Cold before. But I'd regurgitate the definition: Influenza, or more commonly known as Flu, developes symptoms such as fever, running nose, sore throat, cough, headache, vomitting, boneaches. It's more serious compared to Common Cold. Common Cold is just some mile sneezing here and there, probably with sore throat and cough. It's not as bad, usually one can still do work while having Common Cold, but not a Flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, so I'd urge anyone taking Os this year to get your Influenza jab asap. There's no time to catch a Flu now. Really no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The vaccine would last about 6months only though. It probably takes some few days or a week to work, so I think it'll be better to take it now. Prelims coming soon, after that Os. Hmmph yea, visit any clinic or polyclinics, they should have the jab. Perhaps give them a call before going, the jab's in quite some high demand now I believe..might not have stock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, the vaccine's only for Flu, that means you may still catch a Common Cold. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So drink more water, sleep well. Take care and all the best for the upcoming examination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get back to the mundane Amath work now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, Happy Birthday Zul &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-7195838705447147230?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7195838705447147230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=7195838705447147230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7195838705447147230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7195838705447147230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanted-to-update-some-days-ago-but.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4148560992188632847</id><published>2009-07-12T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:48:03.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Dajie! Dinner last night at Hokkaido was aweeeeeeesomely awesome((:&lt;div&gt;Chomped down a good 2kg of food. Absolutely satisfied my cravings for sushi &amp;amp; sashimi, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8xOgO7_eT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8xOgO7_eT8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public Enemies. Next on my movie list. Probably gonna be my last before Os..&lt;div&gt;Still got 2 free GV tickets to use((((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4148560992188632847?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4148560992188632847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4148560992188632847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4148560992188632847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4148560992188632847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-dajie-dinner-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2078880917713841300</id><published>2009-07-02T23:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:13:51.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everybody is different. Leave things that way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no point acting like others,  so as to appear as "cool" as they are. Different people have different style. That is what makes them unique and special. However, if you were to ditto their style, it'll only gonna make you disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is especially sad when seeing one whose original unique style I once admired, morph into a familiar one which another has already established. My question is -- why be like them when the original you is good enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it is fine to 'learn from others', but that is limited to positive mindset they have, and not the character they portray. I'm sure you'll definitely be able to recognise somebody's from their laughter for example. Reason simply because of how unique it might sound. Likewise, certain body language as well as linguistic usage deviates one from many. Some are relatively humorous, others are simply just cool to see. However I personally feel that these styles can only be performed by those who developed it themselves, not those who stole the idea and act it out as their own. It feels different, I believe you too think so don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's just me, but sometimes I'll feel uncomfortable seeing other's acting in my style. It's mine, that's not about selfish or not, it's just mine. Similarly, I feel as uncomfortable to see one acting like others. You'll definitely wouldn't want your style to be copied too do you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope those guilty understands what I'm talking about. Be yourself, just be it. Pointless acting like others. If you're out here to attention seek or simply trying to cover up your seemingly pathetic life, definitely you're going the wrong way. Let your creativity and imagination flow instead, develop your own sense of uniqueness on the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't be a copycat! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a flip side, cool to see one of a kind friends out there. They are simple inimitable. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best for O Level Chinese Oral candidates out there. Good luck, I'm sure most (including myself) needs luck((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine's tomorrow afternoon, how awesomely placed AT THE FRIGGIN LAST OF THE LIST. Can't I just be the first on Tuesday's slot instead? )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is wonderful.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yoobin &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2078880917713841300?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2078880917713841300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2078880917713841300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2078880917713841300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2078880917713841300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/everybody-is-different.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-7419625970467977623</id><published>2009-07-01T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T01:36:27.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;KIM YUBIN (YOOBIN)&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SkpDEwbyn2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/1AfELqZ7uT8/s400/yoobin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353164856083259234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SkpDEjoQekI/AAAAAAAAAQY/H-_sY0rk330/s400/yoobin004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353164852645886530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 295px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SkpDErN9kFI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Fu4QpaB8RRk/s400/yoobin003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353164854683078738" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SkpDEfqrs1I/AAAAAAAAAQI/BIWL5BXP2F4/s400/yoobin002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353164851582317394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SkpDEFDRfLI/AAAAAAAAAQA/aaEUlUcFJiM/s400/yoobin001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353164844437699762" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;shutup lol((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-7419625970467977623?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7419625970467977623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=7419625970467977623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7419625970467977623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7419625970467977623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/07/kim-yubin-yoobin3.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SkpDEwbyn2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/1AfELqZ7uT8/s72-c/yoobin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2289442929508938703</id><published>2009-06-19T17:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T18:22:14.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJPsiKYhOaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJPsiKYhOaU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm famous! I can now take over the world &gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th June gathering, thanks Mr. Passerby for recording and uploading yo ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2289442929508938703?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2289442929508938703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2289442929508938703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2289442929508938703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2289442929508938703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6216427317424134664</id><published>2009-06-16T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:46:29.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SjZxIa9PrUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DoS1J6psGl0/s400/dot.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A poem for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A poem from me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it a dot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it a spot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it something bigger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is your thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We tend to see only what stands out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bothered by it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neglecting the crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rarely do we even look around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's more to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From what surrounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realised the white beyond the dot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realised it's there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enclosing the spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We always think there's nothing left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I assure you, friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's something there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps when we could all see this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fears and worries no longer persists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look around you and find the key&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Live your life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a smile of glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6216427317424134664?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6216427317424134664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6216427317424134664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6216427317424134664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6216427317424134664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/poem-for-you-poem-from-me-look-at-that.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SjZxIa9PrUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/DoS1J6psGl0/s72-c/dot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4875093261478968013</id><published>2009-06-14T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T00:39:58.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SjPBWzaAanI/AAAAAAAAAPw/emg_9DRx0Yg/s400/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346829780119480946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't it tempt you to have a bite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4875093261478968013?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4875093261478968013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4875093261478968013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4875093261478968013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4875093261478968013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/doesnt-it-tempt-you-to-have-bite.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SjPBWzaAanI/AAAAAAAAAPw/emg_9DRx0Yg/s72-c/DSC00604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8956675310487577287</id><published>2009-06-11T23:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:06:03.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNF_P281Uu4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bNF_P281Uu4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Harding, a video gaming designer and Internet celebrity. He was just like any other gamers, but is one who was daring enough to pursue his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'(Wikipedia) Harding claims that a sarcastic joke about the popularity of shoot 'em up games led Pandemic Studios to develop the game Destroy All Humans!, on which he received a conceptual credit. Saying he "didn't want to spend two years of my life writing a game about killing everyone", he quit his job and began traveling, leading to the production of his first video.'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I respect him, for giving up everything and spending all his fortune to fulfil his goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He eventually was invited to star in Visa's commercial (if you recall the dude dancing)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traveling around the world is also one of my dreams, and he is a perfect example why I should continue on this passion. It's good to get out of a mundane life for once, and step out from this red dot exploring the fantastic world that has her hands readily reached out for us. The different sights, sound, history, culture, people, food and languages. Those are what makes up an experience I believe we should all be a part of. However, tagging along with tour groups ain't the kind of traveling I'm opting for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entering shops that sells "local products" (those 'tai tou diam'), going into shopping malls of different countries, visiting landmarks where you'll see other tourists crowding around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is boring. No one wants those expensive local stuff, no one is willing to travel overseas to see familiar shops in the malls, I could even find those typical landmarks on postcards or even facebook! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I strongly feel that what brings out the fun of traveling would be to plan your route neatly, save up enough for the travel, grab a friend or two with similar passion along, and set off together moving around by ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it is important to study well now and get a good job blah blah, that's just phase one. However it'll all be pointless indulging oneself solely to earn money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, set aside a sum, spend them on something that'll make your life more meaningful. Not on gambling, not on drugs. Not on lavish parties, not on luxurious properties. But something healthy and constructive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visiting places not many has walked before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking on paths with only few or no footsteps at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that those are the most momentous parts of traveling. I'm looking forward to the arrival of this day, hopefully a time during my twenties or thirties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, how far I'd go is proportional to how well prepared I am physically and finantially. I need the health and the wealth to do it, that's a fact we can never deny. Work hard Guowei, life's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you ask me what's life, I'd tell you it's the joy of achieving dreams.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Health's seemingly deteriorating. Almost a week of medication has yet to show any improvement. Going for a revisit perhaps this Saturday, if however fails, it'll be necessary for a check up in the hospital already. Lung infection, throat infection, or anything alike, wouldn't be good. Already prepared for the worst, if you know what I mean...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No joke at all now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday's beatboxer gather gather session, Tuesday-Wednesday TAG camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this cough, it's quite a turn off. Hmm nonetheless I'd still be attending((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8956675310487577287?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8956675310487577287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8956675310487577287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8956675310487577287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8956675310487577287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/matt-harding-video-gaming-designer-and.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5412298851292718163</id><published>2009-06-07T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T23:55:59.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope I'll recover, &lt;div&gt;please.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been like 2months since I've started coughing. I've finally decided to get help from Traditional Chinese Medicine at Eu Yan Sang yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life sucked with a bad, chronic cough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is very likely that I've already damaged my vocal chords. The physician took a look of my throat, and she said it's really really swollen. I'm losing my voice. I can't hit falsetto notes that I could once do with ease. I can hardly speak properly without cracking my voice if I were to use my throat to speak; the only way is to use my diaphragm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm worried. What if I can never be able to hit the falsetto notes that I could once hit? What if this vocal damage is permanent? What if it affects playing suona, or worse affecting beatboxing? Life will really suck then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess all I could do now is to let my vocals rest well, take my medicine and hope for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. handover pics at facebook. Haha some are hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5412298851292718163?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5412298851292718163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5412298851292718163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5412298851292718163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5412298851292718163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hope-ill-recover-please.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4940323677159108904</id><published>2009-05-31T10:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:03:20.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CtxQTrZh1uY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CtxQTrZh1uY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no music like those in the 50s..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's Chinese O's tomorrow morning. I shall be doing my best and get an A for it yo. I dont want  zuowen, yingyongwen or zuoye to be done anymore after tomorrow! ARGHH. I DONT WANT A REEXAM LOLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best to everyone yea (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4940323677159108904?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4940323677159108904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4940323677159108904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4940323677159108904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4940323677159108904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-no-music-like-those-in-50s.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-978635439884489433</id><published>2009-05-23T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:32:35.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYAYSC6iOdY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mYAYSC6iOdY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-978635439884489433?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/978635439884489433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=978635439884489433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/978635439884489433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/978635439884489433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6662163505548725326</id><published>2009-05-20T03:43:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T15:11:30.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's back. It came back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was reflecting like I always do, and for the past 30mins or so..it sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate my social life now, I hate myself academically wise too. 2009 has yet to be good so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm undoubtedly feeling gloomy and moody; I broke down for a moment..I've finally remembered how to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year is definitely my happiest year as a teenager. I've excelled academically, I've enjoyed time out with friends. I've achieved my goals, I've changed as a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However this year not only have I deteriorated academically, I've also become less of myself and more of a segregated person. Why? I wish I knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been missing out a lot with people I was once close to, I've been missing the fun I could have been a part of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm losing my passion for beatboxing, the feeling I once had is fading away. Even being called up for an occasional beatbox gathering, I just don't really feel like attending. It's good that some still remembers me, but I'm sorry probably after Os yea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps I just feel lonely. I'm not one that is capable of being alone all the time; I feel neglected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having friends seperated into different places now seems harder to gather them back for something as simple as a meal. They are occupied with their schoolwork and activities, I understand. I am too relatively busy, that's why I'm rather reluctant to call you guys up either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the only time some remembers me is when they have a quarrel with their girlfriends, or when their girlfriends are simply just unavailable. What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably you might be thinking 2009 may not be as bad for me, since I've achieved one of my goals -- TMSCO's gwh? Yes I was happy, I was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've worked like a slave, I've worked like a dog. Well at least a dog do occasionally receive simple praises, like "good boy" or something. Do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm unsure how should I phrase this. I'm stuck in a dilemma as to whether I should feel happy about it, or should I regret what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I come to realise I shouldn't have teared for CO a few weeks before SYF; I shouldn't have wasted so much time working out problems for the orchestra. I've wasted too much time, effort and energy for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody likes scolding, in fact I really hate it. It's not worth for me to receive the nasty comments afterall, but I still did it thinking that I should do what is right. But when we receive the gwh, who ever remembers me? Who will ever remember the scoldings and naggings and those words they utter during the process of this achievement? Ultimately no one does. They'll only remember &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;'ve "worked hard" to deserve &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; honours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I presume as reality. I've somewhat foresaw them long ago, but never thought the feeling will suck so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well on the bright side, at least some still remember to thank. But that number could be counted with just one hand, even after having 2 fingers and 1 thumb chopped off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've mentioned this before, but I really really dislike the trip home now. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hais. Last time I'd always miss 14 and take 10 instead. Despite the fact that the journey home that way will be longer, but at least I get to go back with friends... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'd rather take the fastest route home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, though, it could all just be me. I've neglected my classmates. I simply don't care anymore. Really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel mean. Seeing some of them still rather uninterested in their studies doesnt affect me at all now. If it was last year, I'd try my best to help. But now, I'd just shake my head and couldnt be bothered any longer. Is that what I should do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither do I hang around with them now, I just don't feel like it. Nothings attracting me to do so..I've tried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is bad. About 180 days more till end of Os, would life be better than? I hope so, I really hope so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, why am I so foolish. Why do I even spend an hour on this taking up my sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am clueless of the purpose of this post anyways. At least it'll be a day off today, perhaps I'll just spend those time alone working things out. It's pointless for me to feel moody about such problems all day long. Might as well walk through it and continue the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimately, obstacle is the path. If I don't get through it, where to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, I'd probably read through this post next time..laughing at it like how I am now reading through that faithful post of 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd probably start laughing at this by tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's simply too interesting (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Still pissed with this chronic cough I'm having now, how to perform on Friday?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6662163505548725326?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6662163505548725326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6662163505548725326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6662163505548725326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6662163505548725326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-back.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2587429171656194699</id><published>2009-05-14T22:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:58:33.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://robink93.net/upl/files/d514e.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lethargic is perhaps the most -- or at least in my arsenal of vocabulary -- suitable noun available to describe my situation now. I've started off revision pretty well, but recently it's been hard to concentrate.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried revising emath and physics last night, but it was miserable. Gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving up is a phrase that contradicts my principles. I never liked doing it, rarely do I even think about it. But look at what's going on now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I changed? Or has the world around me changed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps that's yet another half full or half empty question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm missing the life I had last year, I'm missing the friends that came along with it. However, those are the past. What comes today makes the tomorrow of the yesterdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow lost the Me inside. I'm pretty much an anti-social now. Not that I'm restricted to go anywhere, I simply chose to be like that. Bringing smile to people was one of the things I enjoyed doing, but doing it now never seemed as hard before. I no longer feel natural being humorous, I no longer feel like doing it. Selfish it may be, but what gives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to graduate from secondary school now, so this is how it feels...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the 2008 graduated batch. They are the only group that I enjoyed being around with. Be it exclassamtes, CO people, or any other clique I hung out with. Only being around them makes me feel more like myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike the journey home now, I dislike the freetime in school that I gotta kill as well; the seat beside me is always empty. When I hear laughters around, I never seem to be part of it no more. The only laugh I know now is what I call a cyber-laugh. They are the "ROFL, HAHA, LOL, LMAO, etc.", if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the questions in the recent character online survey thing made me ponder pretty much. "Do I have the skills to mentor?" All I see was my cursor hovering about the choices aimlessly; I was clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like helping, I like advising, but am I just simply trying too hard? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so silly, talking about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so silly indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps for the moment it'll no longer be the todays I'll live, but the tomorrows I'll be hoping for instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2587429171656194699?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2587429171656194699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2587429171656194699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2587429171656194699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2587429171656194699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/lethargic-is-perhaps-most-or-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3043523616339237323</id><published>2009-05-13T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T01:09:34.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough Cough ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Examination, insufficient sleep, overwhelming content, long hours of stress, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just MYE. WTF? At this rate I'll die by end of Prelims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This cough is really really bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help.. )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3043523616339237323?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3043523616339237323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3043523616339237323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3043523616339237323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3043523616339237323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/cough-coughcough-coughcough-coughcough.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3512321128906650546</id><published>2009-05-11T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:31:11.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never believed in Zodiac stuff, but wtf this is so true. I thought it's another mind trick stuff (like those words and phrases used in fortune telling), but I read up on other random Zodiac signs, and they're all very unlike me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 90% of the described stuff is me, especially this paragraph:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In spite of the often intensely magnetic, forthcoming and open personality of the more extrovert kind of Aquarian, and of their desire to help humanity, neither type makes friends easily. They sometimes appear to condescend to others and take too little trouble to cultivate the acquaintance of people who do not particularly appeal to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not give themselves easily - perhaps their judgment of human nature is too good for that - and are sometimes accounted cold. But once they decide that someone is worthy of their friendship or love, they can exert an almost hypnotic and irresistible mental attraction on them and will themselves become tenacious friends or lovers, ready to sacrifice everything for their partners and be faithful to them for life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm indeed very, very picky when it comes to friends. Really picky. Oh dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrology-online.com/aquarius.htm"&gt;http://www.astrology-online.com/aquarius.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've got some time to spare or is simply just sick of revising, especially things like AMath, do read up a little. It's pretty cool! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Possible Health Concerns&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Aquarius is said to govern the legs from knees to ankles and the circulation of blood, its natives are susceptible to ailments particularly in the legs and ankles, such as cramps, and are also liable to spasmodic and nervous complaints, as well as wind, catarrh, diarrhea, dropsy, goiter and delirium tremens - so that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the avoidance of alcohol is important &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;for those Aquarians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;who have a taste for it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An odd day feeling extremely moody over nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3512321128906650546?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3512321128906650546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3512321128906650546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3512321128906650546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3512321128906650546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-never-believed-in-zodiac-stuff-but.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3781548483935597766</id><published>2009-05-11T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:22:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Statistics have shown that I'M LOSING MY REGULAR STALKERS! )):&lt;div&gt;I have no idea who they are, but hits to this site is shown to be down. Reason obviously being a pathetic lack of update ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, what is there to blog about? I'm one who doesn't insert names or what they call "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;censored&lt;/span&gt; names" here, notwithstanding the urge losers around this world gives us to talk about. That takes off one major, popular catagory of a blog. Like hi ******, you suck? Fuck that. I'll tell the fellow that in the face rather than from a blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why? You're just wrong to say that I'm mean. You're saying dedicating one whole paragraph of your blogpost to a loser ain't mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the phrase "[Don't Assume]" is seemingly getting pretty popular now, I don't know why. I see it almost everywhere. Why not just for the fun of it, replace the words in the square brackets with the subject's name we're talking about instead? ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows, dogs are around to spice up our lives. It brings about a group of friends a subject to talk about; a subject to laugh at. It's fun (that depends on which friends you pick though). It's really good to find someone with almost similar mindset and thinking as you. You'll be picking friends of similar kind, likewise signing up the same type of people into the dog group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno, I feel it sometimes negative that my character and personality seem to be one that doesn't fit in to many kinds of social groups. Perhaps my expectations and EQ are too high, or it's just that my ego's too blown up? Probably of both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the exam era now, yet I don't feel like revising. I'm only intensively reading up stuff the day before a exam. That is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know if it's O levels now and I'm with this sort of attitude, I'm pretty much gg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've definitely deteriorating a lot since last year. Argh damn it. Falling sick at this time is bad enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm very very heaty now. Having recently recovered from a bad boneache and slight fever, having a bad sore throat and cough now -- with phlegm the colour of Shrek -- is just ever so crap. Owells, 2hours 30mins of Amath paper tomorrow morning. All the best of luck. I'm not putting high hopes on this one..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ARGHH damn those who doesnt have to attend school both tomorrow and this coming Friday. EEEEE )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3781548483935597766?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3781548483935597766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3781548483935597766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3781548483935597766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3781548483935597766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/statistics-have-shown-that-im-losing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5709719724027387425</id><published>2009-05-10T19:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:18:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.mojizu.com/2006/4/28/s4ndm4n/2b0b0e83-a65e-42a7-9827-6ea845ea4fb1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Mummy's Day!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Love your mum not only on the day of Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Love your mum like it's Mother's Day everyday! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5709719724027387425?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5709719724027387425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5709719724027387425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5709719724027387425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5709719724027387425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mummys-day-love-your-mum-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3360629625776984891</id><published>2009-05-01T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:10:40.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lack of update &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This blog may be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a poem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Written by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A world this is, it's hot as hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The world we live, bids us farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What could be done to save our homes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What have you done, you're not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I'd wish you all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exams, exams -- no time to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope you'll take good care of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See ya around my friends of hell! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3360629625776984891?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3360629625776984891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3360629625776984891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3360629625776984891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3360629625776984891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/lack-of-update-this-blog-may-be-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1910436961515678313</id><published>2009-04-21T23:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:57:24.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm proud of each and every TMSCO member! Well done people, well done.&lt;br /&gt;Love you boys and girls, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the announcement of results for TMSCO made me cry...&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more at &lt;a href="http://temasekchineseorchestra.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-my-lovely-boys-and-girls-today.html" target="_blank"&gt;TMSCO blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to bed soon, shall update again after the speech...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-1910436961515678313?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1910436961515678313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1910436961515678313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1910436961515678313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1910436961515678313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-proud-of-each-and-every-tmsco-member.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-471086105696529331</id><published>2009-04-15T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:09:46.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer's down. Can't seem to find the problem, hais.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I turn it on, it'll reach the "Windows XP" shit and from there it'll just restart. What a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if mama will allow me to get a new comp or something. Even if I were to get a new comp, I DONT BLARDY WANT VISTA SIA!! But wait all the way till like August or September for the new windows to be released...is like...oh my tian so long.&lt;br /&gt;And damn it, I gotta find a way to recover ALLLLLL my files from my PC hardisk. I've gotton myself the external hardisk already, yet I'm barely 1/4 way through backing things up. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owells, guess it's a sign that I should really really start my revision. Honestly, I'm starting to dread school. Can't imagine what will school be like without CO now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I really taking my Os this year?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;21st April 2009, 10am. Here we come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-471086105696529331?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/471086105696529331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=471086105696529331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/471086105696529331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/471086105696529331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8076577887503827587</id><published>2009-04-12T01:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T23:36:25.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School &gt; Vivo &gt; DHS &gt; Esplanade &gt; Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a happening day yo! First time taking cab 4 times in a day! Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Flying all over the place today!&lt;br /&gt;Hectic but fun. I definitely smell thoroughly expired just now. Hahahha, whole day in the same shirt, perspiring like crap. Ahhh...eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First public performance with TAG, thought it's quite an exposure for me. Tons to learn, more to improve. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to DHS for concert, glad I was just on time to perform! I'd say we did badly, but owells. Just praying hard that wouldnt be what we'll be doing during SYF. If we were like that during SYF, oh no I wouldn't dare hear the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh went Esplanade to catch some a cappella concert afterwards. Pretty cool for the first group, they're entertaining. Hang around till pretty late, reached home near 12am.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad missed the Man Utd v. Sunderland match. Damnit. Macheda scored the winning goal, AGAIN. Oh boy I'll go dig for that video man. HOHOHOHO cyeahh.&lt;br /&gt;He is 17, I am 17, and look at what he is achieving man! He's officially my idol now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. SYF's in less than 10 day's time! And midyear's in 2weeks time! AHHHHHHH x2!&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't started on revision. This is bad, guowei! Do something about it, as in NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I really gotta do well. And I shall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, guess that starbucks ain't keeping me up...&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed yo, tuition's at 11am...Argggggggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I love the life I'm living in now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Music; Chinese Orchestra, A Cappella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Concerts, performances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Tiring, but satisfying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;CHIOBU FTW! :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323777881118719234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SeHbxrspvQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NaxE7gdYqTc/s400/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323777875258406530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SeHbxV3cdoI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KSRHN0Q1mVY/s400/DSC00579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323777874334562850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SeHbxSbLuiI/AAAAAAAAAPU/bCe8kjMzWDg/s400/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHA ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn man, I want their numbers. Especially one of the chinese girls... Too bad gotta leave early that evening...HAISSS. This is sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8076577887503827587?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8076577887503827587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8076577887503827587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8076577887503827587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8076577887503827587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-happening-day-yo-first-time-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SeHbxrspvQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NaxE7gdYqTc/s72-c/DSC00580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1192268682141253362</id><published>2009-04-10T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:10:37.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't usually post contents directed to a particular group of people, but I thought it's very necessary now since things are already getting pretty out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people just keep their blogs more positive and clean?&lt;br /&gt;Attention seek elsewhere, bitching doesn't solve any problem. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you'll only get more shit out of it. Worth it? No.&lt;br /&gt;If other's are bitching about you on their blogs, simply ignore. For fuck's sake, ignore.&lt;br /&gt;What for get all pissed about other people's opinion about you? Let them be, no matter how hard they curse you. Ultimately the loser will definitely be the one who passes negative remarks about other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought all this comes as a common sense -- I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无风不起浪。Definitely something's about you that stirred commotions in the first place. Evaluate and reflect, not bitch back and object.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to be more mature and think more critically I reckon.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let such shit affect our TMSCO spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Think like a man of action, act like a man of thought."&lt;/em&gt; ~Henri Louis Bergson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-1192268682141253362?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1192268682141253362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1192268682141253362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1192268682141253362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1192268682141253362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-usually-post-contents-directed.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-915292617769142430</id><published>2009-04-06T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T18:54:54.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAN U 3 ASTON 2&lt;br /&gt;WOOO DAMN HIGH NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com/default.sps?pagegid=%7B061AD8F0-B618-4CC3-838C-A9AEA6B5217A%7D&amp;amp;section=playerProfile&amp;amp;bioid=92888" target="_blank"&gt;MACHEDA MACHEDA MACHEDA&lt;/a&gt; WOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;17year old new guy, man of the match!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "lol number 41, ulu ulu one", and yet he made a damn awesome goal within the extra time after second half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOOHOHOHO DAMN HIGH. I dont feel like sleeping alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh check this, awesomely cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MNtYYuWILNE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MNtYYuWILNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-915292617769142430?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/915292617769142430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=915292617769142430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/915292617769142430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/915292617769142430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/man-u-3-aston-2-wooo-damn-high-now.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-637650946396110978</id><published>2009-04-04T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:03:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320811349260252818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SddRuzWGNpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KnvWpOIlWGo/s400/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is what we learn during chinese remedial classes.&lt;br /&gt;Very enriching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Correction:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (students) wrote those on the board.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-637650946396110978?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/637650946396110978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=637650946396110978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/637650946396110978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/637650946396110978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-what-we-learn-during-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SddRuzWGNpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KnvWpOIlWGo/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4515990920614337214</id><published>2009-04-02T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:12:24.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5.50am today. I was still dreaming, not until a chain of noises errupts out of the silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yiiiiiiiiiiiii heeeeeeeeee heeeee pommmp!*, *car honk starts screaming continueously*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I popped out of my dreams instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the norms of human nature, I unhesitatingly stuck my head out of the window to investigate the source of irritant -- two taxis -- positioned in a V formation against the direction of traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Three lanes, two occupied, one small one just enough for buses to squeeze through. I foresee a jam then, obviously, especially after 6.40am. Thought I'd leave house earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This road is just too accident prone. If you recall, I've mentioned another freak accident just some months ago. Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, I've got tons of pics to upload. Too lazy. Perhaps next time.&lt;br /&gt;Many events coming up, very little time for revision. Mid year's approaching, dead.&lt;br /&gt;At least I've got the time to spare this afternoon. Left school at 5.30pm, having written two awesome essays! It was satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing back the time I've spent last year, staying back in class alone almost everyday completing my homework...&lt;br /&gt;The time I took pulled my academics back on track.&lt;br /&gt;I really want that motivation to hit me again soon. However time ain't by my side. I believe CO is indeed taking up too much time, but I feel it well worth the time being sacrificed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just less than a month left before stepping down. Two years leading this group, and it's definitely difficult knowing it's time for me to leave everything behind.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's still good that I could take along memories and experiences. Definitely it has been some wondrous and fruitful years for me being able to mingle around CO. I'd really like to thank everyone who has convinced me, both the soft and hard ways, to continue CO when I was sec 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The awesomely cool seniors, all the teacher-in-charge I've worked with, the instructors and the conductor, Mr Cheng. Despite all the naggings and scoldings and everything, I really appreciate the opportunity you all have given me. You all changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting through and playing a major part doing up two batches of committee list made me realise and reflect on many things. I could imagine how shocking it had been for everyone in 2007 to know that I've actually been selected as the VP of CO. Honestly, I reckon it to be something really hard to believe. Whatever the reasons, I really hope I did not disappoint the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, received the CCA Certificate thing recently. Looking through the achievements made from the 5 years in Temasek prompts a good reason for me to give myself a pat on the back.&lt;br /&gt;I've done a good job. However the year 2005 participation in CO is saddening. I got a dash. HAHAHHAHAHAH! Probably failed attendance that year! Didn't do my calculations well...&lt;br /&gt;Dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I've peaked achievements during year 2007. Odd part is that many other events has been ommitted..&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Hmm, at this point of time, I just feel like showing off. I CANT CONTROL THIS ANY FURTHER!! I've tried resisting the temptation to glorify my achievements, but yes I'VE GOTTON THIRTY TWO POINTS. Hahahaha, pwnt. :DD&lt;br /&gt;Definitely more points to be added, since they've not really including some 2008 and most 2009 events. No much use though, having 25 points as the max for A1 already... So that's a -2 off L1R5 *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;They should award anyone who exceeds 30 points with a platinum certificate. Heh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. Owells, SYF's hitting all aesthetic groups now. Could sense the aura amongst the participants. All the best guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a mere 19 days to SYF! Excited? Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4515990920614337214?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4515990920614337214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4515990920614337214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4515990920614337214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4515990920614337214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/5.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8873028499428760721</id><published>2009-03-24T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:08:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316734208567239378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/ScjVl-rRYtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_BgfqUQAQSQ/s400/sad_face.gif" border="0" /&gt;Not me, who? Not now, when? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not that there's credit; not that I enjoy doing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I tell myself, "This is part of the process, this is part of the process...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Done what I felt I should, the rest is beyond what I could.&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/34946839-8873028499428760721?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8873028499428760721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8873028499428760721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8873028499428760721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8873028499428760721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-me-who-not-now-when-not-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/ScjVl-rRYtI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_BgfqUQAQSQ/s72-c/sad_face.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-971945795250924605</id><published>2009-03-19T19:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:43:48.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's almost to the end of the term break. I've been going back to school every single day since the break started -- yes, including weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a boring week of "holiday" I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the SLC activities this year ain't as interesting as I thought it should have been. I've absolutely enjoyed the past 3 SLCs, they were all really fun and inspiring. However this year's one felt pretty dry. Hmm, it's all over now anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My performance's up on YouTube, go find it yourself. Ain't a satisfying one; not the best I could have performed, so didn't wanna have it on here. Perhaps wrong choices of songs for opening acts.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thank you yuanyuan for helping me record! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'll be up for me the next few weeks? Well, 21st April is the day of SYF Central Judging. That means I'll be worrying from now all the way until that morning. During this period of time, I'll be expecting hair loss, weight loss, loss of appetite, rise in blood pressure, increased heart rate, headache, insomnia, nightmare, and eventually leading to depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So TMSCO, lets do something and win nothing lesser than a Gold together! Meanwhile, I shall go meditate and do yoga to relief stress. HOHOHOHO((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wii is fun, seriously. HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-971945795250924605?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/971945795250924605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=971945795250924605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/971945795250924605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/971945795250924605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-almost-to-end-of-term-break.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-542336570167517534</id><published>2009-03-13T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:57:19.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's home alone since Wednesday. Mum and dajie's coming back tonight :D&lt;br /&gt;Well, gotton back progress report, pretty average. Deteriorated quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;That is bad. Guowei shall morph into a nerd real soon! Well, of course not entirely, I still gotta get a life. Performance is another way to get a life ((: HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening Under the Stars last night. Rather disappointing for me, didn't really perform well. I was rather nervous, perhaps to be reckoned as lack of practice. Shall work on the problems and put up a better show with them the next time round!&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to love TAG! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another event's coming up for me. Solo performance for SLC this coming Monday evening. Hasn't really plan out the entire routine. OH NO! Only had a little vague draft of it.&lt;br /&gt;What could beatboxing gonna do with Impact? Gees, it's gonna take some creativity to get that idea oozing out. Quite some little time these few days though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire March holiday's relatively packed tightly for me. SYF's drawing near, and rehearsal's this coming Sunday evening. Next Sunday would be an exchange programme with St. Nics. Everything is topped with truckloads of homework and assignments, remedial lessons, as well as CO practices. Well, at least I had a very good long sleep today. Postponed my tuition -- which was supposedly to be this morning -- and slept all the way till lunch time. Woke up, and L4D!! HAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh just Wii-ed. HEHE, quite boring playing alone though. Anyone wanna come for some Wii party? 4 controllers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna take this two days relaxing a little. Had a group meeting with the counseller in school, and she suggested us to a little relaxing time this March Holiday. I think I should first of all have some rest; have some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, gonna watch Coming Soon at 4.45pm later. HOOOHOOOOOO! Bringing Wii games and controllers to Wesley house after that. WIIIIIIII!!!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAR3WAyIJ0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAR3WAyIJ0o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;NC 16 horror movies should be good. Just like 4Bia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Noob PG shit like The Coffin is really shit. I'll never watch horror movies below NC16 rating again man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next year January M18 movie already ahh.. *gives jikopehk look* AND FINALLY CAN BUY LIQUOR!!! =B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;220+ days left to O Levels. OHNO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-542336570167517534?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/542336570167517534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=542336570167517534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/542336570167517534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/542336570167517534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-home-alone-since-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5022574731033247523</id><published>2009-03-05T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:09:57.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Life is unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was CSing with JQ and cR when all of a sudden, I heard some darn intensive honk followed by LOUD tyre screeches. I immediately jumped out of my seat, threw myself over the bed, and found myself staring down the window watching a taxi spinning like a top crashing into a HUV. The HUV got turned almost 180 degrees. Apparently I missed some action there where a McDelivery bike got involved in the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Debris of shattered glass littered around the area. Aww crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty scary, it seemed really serious. There was a toddler amongst the passengers of the taxi. The McDelivery man somehow ended up at the grass patch by the road, screaming like a baby. I could imagine his pain, he was shouting for mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it drew attention to curious onlookers, as if the accident was some roadshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad enough, when the ambulance came by, it started pouring. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Well, over just some few years staying here, I've witnessed/heard over dozens of accident. This road is scary, in a superstitious manner -- dirty. I hope the accident today ain't fatal. I hope everyone's okay. The taxi driver got stuck at the driver seat for quite some time, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Well, another ambulance just picked up him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McDelivery guy was the first to be rushed to the hospital. Get well soon mate! We want McDonalds!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: I shan't jaywalk there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, finally cleared and recycled the hundred over empty plastic bottles my class collected!&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty scary how much we drink in less than a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't count the bottles, but there were 106 bottle caps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309727863540283250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/Sa_xXBhP93I/AAAAAAAAAOU/BUBY0X3TXIQ/s400/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309727879037279762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/Sa_xX7QBXhI/AAAAAAAAAOc/b3mQhEnnAJM/s400/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309727888497276658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/Sa_xYefddvI/AAAAAAAAAOk/HTEpxV_z8RE/s400/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=69080&amp;amp;id=724278790" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THUNDER, LIGHTNING!!! WOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5022574731033247523?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5022574731033247523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5022574731033247523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5022574731033247523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5022574731033247523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-unpredictable.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/Sa_xXBhP93I/AAAAAAAAAOU/BUBY0X3TXIQ/s72-c/DSC00536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-7790740284024251779</id><published>2009-03-01T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T00:39:46.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This place really lack updates.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Reason's very simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Lazy((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life's average for me so far. Perhaps that's good news.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for some awesome stuff to drop by though, hmm? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, an average life? That probably came about when you simply no longer give shit about anybody's matter. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;There's actually no reason caring about people you've got no relation with, I've learnt.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, selective caring is good enough. Not going too philosophical into this topic, but well, just saying my life's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academics. That'll probably be the upmost priority this year, and perhaps for the next two years (that's if I'm in for JC).&lt;br /&gt;I'm still contemplating between a JC and Poly.&lt;br /&gt;They both have it's pros and cons. I'm probably more in favour for JC, but it's pretty demoralising hearing most of my smartass friends in JC complaining about the difficulty of the subjects. Decision is hard at this point of time. I gotta make a goal real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing how time flies, it stirrs a melancholy feeling, a feeling of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first day of school in Temasek.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time I had with my friends in school (now that they have all graduated).&lt;br /&gt;I remember those emo days; a period of time, stupid yet educating days.&lt;br /&gt;I remember how those comical and priceless moments occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were The Days. Something memorable. However, knowing this is finally my graduating year, it's sad.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing in just two month's time, I'll be stepping down from CCA; stepping down from a meaningful two-years VP position. CO has definitely been one of the changing factors that affected me. It was mostly wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;The five long years I've spent, it's pretty awesome. The oxymoron of retaining would probably be described as a bitter sweet year for me. I could have avoiding that from happening, but perhaps I just had to understand it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could I expect in during Os? What would I expect after Os?&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;I would say I have had a prolific and fruitful time in my secondary days, there is little to lament about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Anyhows, SYF's approaching! How ready are we? Well, all the best.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably taking up private lessons later in the year, somewhere after Os maybe. I shall take suona examinations! I'm aiming for at least a grade 7 by end of 2010. Is that possible? I'm about to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh caiyun, about yesterday's dinner? Lol, I'd say FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;You all had been talking about it since two years ago! Procrastination FTW man. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;The steak was gooooooooooood ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Wii at my house this weekend, anyone? HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[joke #1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Vs Donkey, Dog &amp;amp; Monkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created the donkey and said to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be a donkey. You will work untiringly from sunrise to sunset carrying burdens on your back. You will eat grass, you will have no intelligence and you will live 50 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The donkey answered:&lt;br /&gt;"I will be a donkey, but to live 50 years is much. Give me only 20years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created the dog and said to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will guard the house of man. You will be his best Friend. You will eat the scraps that he gives you and you will live 30 years. You will be a dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog answered:&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, to live 30 years is too much, give me only 15 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God created the monkey and said to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be a monkey. You will swing from branch to branch doing tricks. You will be amusing and you will live 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey answered:&lt;br /&gt;"To live 20 years is too much, give me only 10 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God granted his wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally God created man and said to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be man, the only rational creature on the face of the earth. You will use your intelligence to become master over all the animals. You will dominate the world and you will live 20 years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man responded:&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, I will be a man but to live only 20 years is very little, give me the 30 years that the donkey refused, the 15 years that the dog did not want and the 10 years the monkey refused."&lt;br /&gt;God granted man's wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since then, man lives 20 years as a man, marries and spends 30 years like a donkey, working and carrying all the burdens on his back.&lt;br /&gt;Then when his children are grown, he lives 15 years like a dog taking care of the house and eating whatever is given to him, so that when he is old, he can retire and live 10 years like a monkey, going from house to house and from one son or daughter to another doing tricks to amuse his grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/joke #1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[joke #2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honey,Will You Marry Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEFORE MARRIAGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : It was so hard to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Do you want me to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO! Don't even think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : Of course! Over and over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Have you ever cheated on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO! Why are you even asking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Will you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : Every chance I get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Will you hit me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Can I trust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AFTER MARRIAGE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW READ FROM BOTTOM TO TOP !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/joke #2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs a girlfriend? I'm into the seventeenth year of independence! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-7790740284024251779?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7790740284024251779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=7790740284024251779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7790740284024251779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7790740284024251779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-place-really-lack-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4326116446299770425</id><published>2009-02-16T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:28:42.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303417259253967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SZmF5gmCKeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VgvVixbomBo/s400/updated-160209.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huiying, Junjie, Jingquan:&lt;/strong&gt; Updated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mandy:&lt;/strong&gt; A sweet I usually eat on my way to school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edna:&lt;/strong&gt; I am hero. Worship me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4326116446299770425?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4326116446299770425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4326116446299770425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4326116446299770425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4326116446299770425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-replies-huiying-junjie-jingquan.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SZmF5gmCKeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/VgvVixbomBo/s72-c/updated-160209.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3927635602109869702</id><published>2009-02-06T00:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T16:17:20.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jason Mraz - Live in Singapore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: March 5, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Singapore Indoor Stadium&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: S$145, S$100, S$85, S$75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Not inclusive of standard SISTIC fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I've waited long enough for this!&lt;br /&gt;I SO WANNA BLARDY GO!!! PLEASE. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so darn ex. School day summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais, so sad )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtvasia.com/News/200901/14017339.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.mtvasia.com/News/200901/14017339.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, you just gotta listen to this song at least once in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xlYGg5kibe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xlYGg5kibe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If It Kills Me&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, tell me you know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you figured me out&lt;br /&gt;Something gave it away&lt;br /&gt;It would be such a beautiful moment&lt;br /&gt;To see the look on your face&lt;br /&gt;To know that I know that you know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And baby that's a case of my wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you and I&lt;br /&gt;Why, we go carrying on for hours, on and&lt;br /&gt;We get along much better&lt;br /&gt;Than you and your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is to love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long, can I go on like this,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;Before I rightly explode?&lt;br /&gt;Well this double life I lead isn't healthy for me&lt;br /&gt;In fact it makes me nervous&lt;br /&gt;If I get caught I could be risking it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby there's a lot that I miss&lt;br /&gt;In case I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really wanna do is to love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should be so bold&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask you to hold my heart in your hand&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you from the start how I've longed to be your man&lt;br /&gt;But I never said I would&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna miss my chance again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all I really wanna do is to love you&lt;br /&gt;A kind much closer than friends use&lt;br /&gt;I still can't say it after all we've been through&lt;br /&gt;And all I really want from you is to feel me&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;And I will find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;I think it might kill me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I really wanna do is to feel you&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling inside keeps building&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a way to you if it kills me&lt;br /&gt;If it kills me&lt;br /&gt;It might kill me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3927635602109869702?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3927635602109869702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3927635602109869702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3927635602109869702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3927635602109869702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/jason-mraz-live-in-singapore-date-march.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5175822474994499655</id><published>2009-02-02T21:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:34:56.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Code for sex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband and wife decided they needed to use "code" to indicate that they wanted to have sex without letting their children in on it. They decided on the word Typewriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the husband told his five year old daughter, "Go tell your mommy that daddy needs to type a letter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child told her mother what her dad said, and her mom responded, "Tell your daddy that he can't type a letter right now cause there is a red ribbon in the typewriter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child went back to tell her father what mommy said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later the mom told the daughter, "Tell daddy that he can type that letter now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child told her father, returned to her mother and announced, "Daddy said never mind with the typewriter, he already wrote the letter by hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Perfect Worker&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Bob Smith, my assistant programmer, can always be found&lt;br /&gt;2 hard at work in his cubicle. Bob works independently, without&lt;br /&gt;3 wasting company time talking to colleagues. Bob never&lt;br /&gt;4 thinks twice about assisting fellow employees, and he always&lt;br /&gt;5 finishes given assignments on time. Often he takes extended&lt;br /&gt;6 measures to complete his work, sometimes skipping coffee&lt;br /&gt;7 breaks. Bob is a dedicated individual who has absolutely no&lt;br /&gt;8 vanity in spite of his high accomplishments and profound&lt;br /&gt;9 knowledge in his field. I firmly believe that Bob can be&lt;br /&gt;10 classed as a high-caliber employee, the type which cannot be&lt;br /&gt;11 dispensed with. Consequently, I duly recommend that Bob be&lt;br /&gt;12 promoted to executive management, and a proposal will be&lt;br /&gt;13 executed as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That idiot was standing over my shoulder while I wrote the report&lt;br /&gt;sent to you earlier today. Kindly re-read only the odd numbered&lt;br /&gt;lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Married man&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a rather sizable factory that hires only married men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerned about this, a woman organisation called on the manager and asked him, "Why is it you limit your employees to married men? Is it because you think us women are week, dumb, cantankerous...or what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not at all, Ma'am," the manager replied. "It is because our employees are used to obeying orders, are accustomed to being shoved around, know how to keep their mouths shut and don't pout when I yell at them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tag replies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Raymond:&lt;/b&gt; I bring to school before what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Changjie:&lt;/b&gt; Yes lor, you meanies )): But nice cake leh, tastes good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amelia:&lt;/b&gt; Relinkedificatifieded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Junjie:&lt;/b&gt; It did, my stealthy hands wiped it off before your naked eyes could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cR:&lt;/b&gt; Too much math, too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;caiyun:&lt;/b&gt; That's 364.25days; 8742hrs; 524,520mins; 31,471,200s diff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NANA:&lt;/b&gt; O.O so I'm famous? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5175822474994499655?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5175822474994499655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5175822474994499655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5175822474994499655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5175822474994499655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/husband-and-wife-decided-they-needed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2040715952755200016</id><published>2009-01-30T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:32:30.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick and short update, since im very very zzzzzz now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the Birthday wishes and gifts on the holy 28th of January! Cool yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that includes the in-the-face cake today, haha hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long long list of names to thank, and I'm too shagged to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, sorry you're not gonna get famous here :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY pics in Facebook, not too many but owells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I'm still 16 this year. Same for next year, and the year after, and so on. I don't know why though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2040715952755200016?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2040715952755200016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2040715952755200016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2040715952755200016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2040715952755200016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/quick-and-short-update-since-im-very.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-7782617722965831234</id><published>2009-01-25T11:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:38:08.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's about the time I've made some decent update. Hasn't been having the urge to update lately.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the Chinese New Year, might as well make this place seem more alive! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Birthday present came in early this year, cos my 2nd sis would be back at hostel on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a kickass cool bag man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295063698911103282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SXvYYTSpiTI/AAAAAAAAANs/p8LclUEZsmc/s400/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol not the uber cool carrier, it's the bag below! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295063700416187554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SXvYYY5fTKI/AAAAAAAAAN0/8Z4dRHRH_i4/s400/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eldest sis pass me an 8 megapixel pwnage digital cam last night too, it came with the TV she bought, and yea now the cam is mine! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Really clear pictures yo. Only odd to have them run on two double A batteries. Gotta go get some rechargeable ones soon.&lt;br /&gt;[but those two pics were taken from my phone...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMath test some days ago, sucks. I suck. Damn. Hais. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But English oral wasn't as bad as I thought it would be for me. The teacher who took me gave pretty good remarks, complimented that I am spontaneous with questions and is able to handle all three components. She just wanted me to use an even wider range of vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions for the oral conversation was, "What is your favourite subject in school?"&lt;br /&gt;First thing that pops in -- Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we all are very use to saying "math" instead of "mathematics". So throughout the conversation, especially somewhere near the start of that topic, this is how I pronounced the word, "Math.... ... ematics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help it, but I liked the topic. I could link in short stories, or what they call anecdotes, into the conversation. I brought in how MET inspired me to like the subject. Cool eh? ((:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan, are you reading this? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip to Marina Barrage on Friday, I like that place! It's a green place, in a way where they harvest renewable resources to power most parts of the building. That is good.&lt;br /&gt;Also, their interior design is neat! Beautiful place. Best of all it provides us with a new source of fresh water!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics up on facebook, go check em yourself.&lt;br /&gt;(i mean spastic camwhoring pics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, Happy Chinese New Year anyways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-7782617722965831234?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7782617722965831234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=7782617722965831234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7782617722965831234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7782617722965831234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-about-time-ive-made-some-decent.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SXvYYTSpiTI/AAAAAAAAANs/p8LclUEZsmc/s72-c/DSC00505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1161810346326914658</id><published>2009-01-18T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:42:04.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pavarotti - "nessun dorma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdTBml4oOZ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdTBml4oOZ8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0Sx5lbVlQA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0Sx5lbVlQA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-1161810346326914658?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1161810346326914658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1161810346326914658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1161810346326914658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1161810346326914658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/pavarotti-nessun-dorma-awesomeness.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5274056717077264158</id><published>2009-01-11T19:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T19:32:21.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's a big day for most. I wish ya guys all the best of luck! I'm praying for all ya friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Saving Private Ryan (true story war movie) and Eagle Eye over the weekend. I'd say they're great. Check em out if you've yet to catch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to make a pair of spectacles just now. Hoho, getting it on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood to blog recently, and I'm too lazy to talk about outings or events. So lala meowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are two rules you should always follow to achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 1: Don't tell people everything you know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5274056717077264158?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5274056717077264158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5274056717077264158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5274056717077264158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5274056717077264158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/tomorrows-big-day-for-most.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-682602519490064558</id><published>2009-01-06T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:00:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels like a class quiz. Being called upon whenever they like to, and called off the same way as it is being called upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont backup here or there, you could say I'm arrogant but performing means a lot to be and I dislike people seeing my performance as a child's play.&lt;br /&gt;Sec one orientation's rather a big thing to me, I can't tolerate mistakes I make; what more if you want me to get up totally unprepared. I don't like to see it as just a backup item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well perhaps they just won't understand the time and effort needed to rehearse and plan for a performance. It may just all be a playplay thing for others, but it's a passion and love of mine. There seem to be an unstated rule of respect and conduct for a performance that I obey -- confidence, fun, entertaining, creativity, preparedness; near perfection. All this requires lots of practise, I know of even a very experienced and skilful beatboxer like my idol Beardyman runs through his entire gig backstage just before the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owells. I'll just save the idea I've thought of yesterday for another more worth it gig. Good opportunity for me to come up with new stuff though, I've been relatively off beatboxing recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time to look forward to is after Os this year end, when I apply and audition for a busking license. Won't need to be played around like this just for a gig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-682602519490064558?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/682602519490064558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=682602519490064558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/682602519490064558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/682602519490064558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-feels-like-class-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-7414213529390131208</id><published>2009-01-05T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T00:29:25.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta chill. Fucking stressed now.&lt;br /&gt;Screw my perfectionist character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH why inform me so darn totally last minute. Even my beatboxing idol (Beardyman) takes weeks to prepare for a gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so shit. Whole day planning and practising, but I'm still not ready. This is really bad. Damn it. Totally no confidence at all; I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH warning warning: exploding soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practise in the afternoon today was still okay, just a little stuck at certain parts. But for the past hour, I started to panic. I get out of breath as soon as the beginning of the very last set, which is bad cos that last set requires all the singing. Oh nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm even screwing up first and second sets. Keep mixing up the lyrics and sequences and beats. AHHH FUCKKK. I doubt I'll attend CCA tmr, gotta use that time to practise more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me, somebody. How can I tolerate any flitch in tomorrow's performance? Never had such stress before gigs, is that a sign of me getting old? Gees this is baddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;First time I feel like crying before a performance, I'll go into depression if I totally fuck up tomorrow evening. This is so emo, oh my lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling so totally paranoid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for a last shot before bed. All the best to myself I guess? I need luck tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;Seriously one of my most stressed pre-performance feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I'll so totally be in a foul mood tomorrow during lessons. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need a hug. Now.&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/34946839-7414213529390131208?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7414213529390131208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=7414213529390131208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7414213529390131208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7414213529390131208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-gotta-chill.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1315917244369449906</id><published>2009-01-04T23:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:42:25.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just completed my Chemistry brochure. Three whole hours yo. It's like, so cool. Hoho, but content basically copy from wksheet. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school, well, slackish. Anyhows it's better than I've expected.&lt;br /&gt;I believe lesson officially starts tomorrow, since last Friday was considered Week ZERO. LOL! What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about CCA Orientation yesterday? Well, good I guess. No comments. Just so uberly sleepy, hasn't recover from the holiday-lag. Took a nap upon reaching home, woke up at 10pm for dinner and went back to bed a few short hours later. Damn, what a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so it's yet another performance for Sec One Orientation. But it just sucks being informed only yesterday; so last minute. Argh, HOW HOW HOW. I don't wanna screw up at all, I gotta rock the house, but how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to perform three song covers, those that I have never performed before. Thought of two, completed practising only one of it. Damn it's just difficult learning three songs in less den three days -- the lyrics, the tune, the beats. I guess it'll just be All-The-Best for me on Tuesday evening yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestion for the third song? I've planned for Back to Life (by Soul II Soul) [pretty much done] and Handlebars (by The Flobots) [totally screwed with the rap part]. As for the third song...I'm still contemplating between an evergreen song or a recent R&amp;amp;B. Hmmm this is so omwtfbbqxxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps JT's My Love? Or Stevie Wonder's I Just Called To Say I Love You? Maybe Bee Gees' How Deep Is Your Love?&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise it'll just be Stand By Me. Haisssss OH MANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, so who can help me record this Tuesday evening? ((:&lt;br /&gt;Mr Oh again? HAHAHAH hehehehe HOHOHOHO Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be basketballing from morning-evening, but decided to afk at home.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to be meeting the SG beatboxing mates in the evening, but passed.&lt;br /&gt;Suppose to cut hair today, hmm naaaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jingquan:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah yeah, damn cool. And Merry New Year to you. This is like the 9827489323rd time I'm saying that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eroz:&lt;/strong&gt; Happy New Year, again! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cR:&lt;/strong&gt; The locker people haven come leh. All the lockers are still being wired up, hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EDNA:&lt;/strong&gt; NANANANANANANNANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAlien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, we love Miss Farhanah!!!!! x33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/rhyme_01.png" target="_blank"&gt;THIS IS JUST LOL&lt;/a&gt;. I can really rhyme ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-1315917244369449906?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1315917244369449906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1315917244369449906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1315917244369449906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1315917244369449906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-school-well-slackish.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2494174183391817111</id><published>2009-01-01T00:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:32:04.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;To begin with, HAPPY NEW YEAR BOYS AND GIRLS! May 2009 be a better year in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Bedtime Stories, it's really cool. Love Adam Sandler's ringtone. hahahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after movies and dinner, we went playing pool at Tampines Safra. Left at 12am. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Walked home from there, and guess what? I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I saw a shooting star&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 0009Hrs (see the 09?), damn man I hope I didnt see wrong! It couldnt have been fireworks right? What in the odds would anyone fire ONE firework up from Tampines area? Falling at a 45 degree angle, I saw it from quite some clear patch of sky, disappearing behind the HDB blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cool even though it lasted only a second. It would have been way clearer if I saw it from my room man. A silverish ball with a long tail, beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Really hope it was a shooting star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Statistics for spitsbeat.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;excluding my hits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVu2MXBNuaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r2UEEp4YLUg/s1600-h/2008_statistics.jpeg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286018911103203746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Click to enlarge" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVu2MXBNuaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r2UEEp4YLUg/s400/2008_statistics.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for reading! But tag lah, why so stealthy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stalkers!! ARGHHHH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@&lt;em&gt;the shooting star I might have seen just now:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn. I didn't catch that falling star and put it in my pocket. Now it's gonna fade away. Should have caught that falling star; now I couldn't save it for a rainy day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What if love drops by and tap me on the shoulders, some starless night. And just in case I feel I wanna hold her, I wouldnt have that pocket full of starlight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAHA! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. it sucks to have your birthday during the Chinese New Year week. Damn man ): Everyone would go bai nian and I will feel so neglected! ))):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall create a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:lonely_boy_92@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lonely_boy_92@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; email on that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2494174183391817111?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2494174183391817111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2494174183391817111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2494174183391817111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2494174183391817111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-begin-with-happy-new-year-boys-and.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVu2MXBNuaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/r2UEEp4YLUg/s72-c/2008_statistics.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8243681646981360640</id><published>2008-12-31T14:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:18:18.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.temaseksec.moe.edu.sg/school_life/timetables/form_029.html"&gt;2009 Timetable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG! I love my 2009 teachers! HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teachers were staying back real late last evening doing all this i think. Haha so cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Form Teacher/co-Form:&lt;/strong&gt; Miss Farhanah!! ((: / CHEN LAO SHI!!!!! OMG! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E.Hist &amp;amp; SS:&lt;/strong&gt; Mrs Ng, both subjects man. She must be stressed, but I'll work hard! (:&lt;br /&gt;and imagine her as my CCA teacher in charge too. That's totally awesome. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMath:&lt;/strong&gt; Mrs Lim, I think I know who but I dunno who is who. Hmm, I trust that MET would give us a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMath:&lt;/strong&gt; I assume it to be Miss Chia again! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POA:&lt;/strong&gt; Mdm Yeo, yay! A1 A1 A1 A1 A1!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry:&lt;/strong&gt; Miss Farhanah!!!!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics:&lt;/strong&gt; Mr Yeo! LOL! So we're still getting the lame jokes next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALIVE!:&lt;/strong&gt; Mdm Sahriana! OH YEAHH!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mother Tongue:&lt;/strong&gt; CHEN LAO SHI, haven do jianbao. HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. But not when it comes to collecting homework. I've only completed AMaths lor. GG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4/4, all the best next year yo! I really hope the general population will panic real early next year, that'll better motivate us to study! I can feel the disturbance already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8243681646981360640?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8243681646981360640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8243681646981360640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8243681646981360640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8243681646981360640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1286479673220349580</id><published>2008-12-31T00:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:51:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some parts of this only those who know and plays this game may understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVpNaqFQeUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cTmTK7TZtPY/s1600-h/EPIC_EXPLOSION_01.jpeg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622233040976194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVpNaqFQeUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cTmTK7TZtPY/s400/EPIC_EXPLOSION_01.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVpNcppgVuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OFdyqZJm8n0/s1600-h/EPIC_EXPLOSION_02.jpeg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285622267284313826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVpNcppgVuI/AAAAAAAAAMw/OFdyqZJm8n0/s400/EPIC_EXPLOSION_02.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TOTALLY EPIC MAN. All it took was to blow up ONE car that I drove, and it unintensionally created a chain explosion that lasted more than a minute. See all those cars man, they blew up one by one. It's like one damages the other and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad that I don't have a replay of it, at that moment I just sat back and O.O with my jaw escalating down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was speeding around town in that burnt turquoise vehicle you see there at the foreground, trying to damage off all four doors. Well it was a fail and it started burning, eventually exploded. Didnt know it'll create such chain reaction pwning all those innocent dumbasses that drove by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My HP and AP was full, and just FYI they are maxed. It takes quite a lot of damage to get to that HP. Haha, was simply running around for my life while laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxed almost everything in that game alr. Really no life sia me. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;School resuming, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Year is just another tomorrow; another yesterday.&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/34946839-1286479673220349580?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1286479673220349580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1286479673220349580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1286479673220349580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1286479673220349580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-parts-of-this-only-those-who-know.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVpNaqFQeUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cTmTK7TZtPY/s72-c/EPIC_EXPLOSION_01.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8752794143633520971</id><published>2008-12-28T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:41:40.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never thought I'll see a Lotus in Singapore!!!! WOOOOO so sexy man. HOT HOT HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284873205430522962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVekLgyqlFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7DFOJH5_aXc/s400/DSC00483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284873211425202242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVekL3H6IEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/PvPeBT8OxLk/s400/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted it at one of the parking lots at Kembangan (Lengkong Tiga). Sorry owner of this Lotus, I couldn't resist stealing glances at such beauty. Nice carplate number too! Sweet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want a ride in there((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, got up rather early in the morning today. Went Pasir Ris to get my ezlink renewed. Took damn long, the process, argh. I didn't know need to pay $9, I'm actually fine with that, but the lady actually wanted me to change my photo! ARGHH, I'm too lazy to take one and go back there again. So I just chuck in my arsenal of convincing and persuasive vocabulary. Worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey but seriously, my P6 picture is cute okay! Don't wanna get rid of it :(&lt;br /&gt;So mean. Well it still looks like me right? What in the odds will anyone even give a shit to check anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, trained down to Kembangan for a blardy hot basketball game. Reached there 11am++ or something, it's already hot enough. Could you imagine after lunch? We were desperate for shade, damn it was stupid yet hilarious. Haha, next time if you've got a chance, go to Kembangan's court (the one at the field not CC). There's a table there, and yea 5 big guys actually sat under that whilst resting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at around 5pm, came home and realised I'm rather burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yea saw the Lotus near there while getting a drink from the mama shop. Hot car in a hot day. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also visited my old house. Memories man, moved away when I was five or six. Saw a man with a kid around five or six walking out of it, haha. Cool. But the other houses beside it were renovated entirely. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that house seriously brings back memories. The other one to remember would be the house at Bedok Reservoir Rd (moved when I was 1month old). Too bad it gave way for new condo, I've actually seen it being torned down from the room I am in now )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two houses means a lot to me. I love my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, took this picture quite some time ago. A BLARDY HUGE LIZARD MAN. It looked just like the Komodo Dragons I've seen in documentaries! Erm only way way smaller compared to them, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT it's still considered big for a lizard crawling around a housing estate! I reckon it to be around at least half a metre long in length. Woo man, see that cat there, seems so useless haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm nevermind anyways, maybe the cat understood what it meant by "curiousity kills the cat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284873225656830242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVekMsI_iSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Sbpe-LB4ccI/s400/DSC00476.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284873226079646050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVekMttzMWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/unflUK9zd2k/s400/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284873215389743602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVekMF5IOfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/667ZQR-5pc0/s400/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha wonder how is that dude doing now. Hope he's fatter! ((: Cya around dude. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8752794143633520971?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8752794143633520971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8752794143633520971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8752794143633520971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8752794143633520971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/never-thought-ill-see-lotus-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SVekLgyqlFI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7DFOJH5_aXc/s72-c/DSC00483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2442421102977989730</id><published>2008-12-25T05:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:13:49.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00474.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00474.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hohoho, it's that time of the season again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Christmas yo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea what's up for me later in the the day, no plans no nothing. Argh that's gonna be a sucky Christmas man. I wanna go out, but..? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone wants me to tag along for anything? PLEASE? )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or are there any other lonesome dudes out there? Let's brother/sister a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do drop me a msg or call pl0x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least it was Wii Wii Wii just now for Christmas. Awesomeness. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sending mass SMSes at 12am just now is rubbish. Dunno fail how many times, argh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't remember who I've sent to, so I didn't reply any message to whoever msged me that time. Not sure if it's a reply or another spammer like myself. So yea ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH, &lt;a href="http://www.stonerocket.net/"&gt;http://www.stonerocket.net/&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the top free web hosting sites around. It offer a package just like any other paid hosting, only diff is that it's 100% free (no force ads, no fine prints, 98% server uptime).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best part of all, I've been appointed moderator of that site just yesterday. That means I can moderate the forum there, as well as having the rights to create hosting accounts! How cool is that yo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah wells, time for bed. Hmm, and umm, it's been quite some time since I last caught a movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think "Yes Man" has a potential to be watched :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2442421102977989730?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2442421102977989730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2442421102977989730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2442421102977989730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2442421102977989730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho-its-that-time-of-season-again.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2278657914837224940</id><published>2008-12-22T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:25:37.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS PARTY!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646262746885730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SU-6yY0SrmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UWpbt37aZtg/s400/DSCF8025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot babe, mama, erjie, dajie. Woo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SU-6yhSI4OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1coKsdui50I/s1600-h/DSCF8023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646265019556066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SU-6yhSI4OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1coKsdui50I/s400/DSCF8023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Weeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SU-6ziJaSNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BjL5N_0kbs8/s1600-h/DSC02726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646282431252690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SU-6ziJaSNI/AAAAAAAAALQ/BjL5N_0kbs8/s400/DSC02726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the O.O indicates how farking bright the camera flash was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646282516598322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SU-6zidwjjI/AAAAAAAAALI/A34U6e0cGVM/s400/DSC02744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282646269391996194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SU-6yxknBSI/AAAAAAAAALA/ZWGU6FJ2G94/s400/DSC02742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoho awesome evening. Never knew my house's playground and fitness corner could be so much of a fun. HAHAHAHAHAHAH :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thank you Chloeeee for the shirt! But why Mr. Messy? )):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows, went Northland Sec CO today. Slept at bout 3am, woke up around 7am. Gees man/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An hour ride to Yishun, practised with em. 9am-3.30pm. That's total madness, hardcore playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 2pm I felt high, so high -- total lack of oxygen -- tiring man. Great stuff anyways!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna make more trips like this to different school's CO. Really cool yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, any CO lacks suona players? ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2278657914837224940?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2278657914837224940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2278657914837224940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2278657914837224940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2278657914837224940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party-hot-babe-mama-erjie.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SU-6yY0SrmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/UWpbt37aZtg/s72-c/DSCF8025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4593751686110133193</id><published>2008-12-18T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:04:37.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;12 Days if Christmas - &lt;a href="http://www.boymongoose.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Boymongoose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owK5tHjL0aE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/owK5tHjL0aE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the first day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;A totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas….. (Is that Indian)&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Five Indian games….. (I want to be the cowboy)&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sixth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Six IT graduates&lt;br /&gt;Five Indian games&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Seven-11 workers&lt;br /&gt;Six IT graduates&lt;br /&gt;Five Indian games&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Eight Bollywood films&lt;br /&gt;Seven-11 workers&lt;br /&gt;Six IT graduates&lt;br /&gt;Five Indian games&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ninth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Nine telemarketers….. (Good Evenin.. This is Kaalin jones. Are you waanting greater kaalrits)&lt;br /&gt;Eight Bollywood films&lt;br /&gt;Seven-11 workers&lt;br /&gt;Six IT graduates&lt;br /&gt;Five Indian games&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Ten-minute yoga….. (Think the lotus, feel the lotus, drive the lotus)&lt;br /&gt;Nine telemarketers&lt;br /&gt;Eight Bollywood films&lt;br /&gt;Seven-11 workers&lt;br /&gt;Six IT graduates&lt;br /&gt;Five Indian games&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eleventh day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me&lt;br /&gt;Eleven syllable name….. (PEESARAVANMUTHUDBLEEKVAAS)&lt;br /&gt;Ten-minute yoga&lt;br /&gt;Nine telemarketers&lt;br /&gt;Eight Bollywood films&lt;br /&gt;Seven-11 workers&lt;br /&gt;Six IT graduates&lt;br /&gt;Five Indian games&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas,&lt;br /&gt;my true love gave to me…&lt;br /&gt;Twelve cricket ball tamperers….. (I was simply correcting the stitching)&lt;br /&gt;Eleven syllable name&lt;br /&gt;Ten-minute yoga&lt;br /&gt;Nine telemarketers&lt;br /&gt;Eight Bollywood films&lt;br /&gt;Seven-11 workers&lt;br /&gt;Six IT graduates&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes of fame&lt;br /&gt;Four Hari Krishnas&lt;br /&gt;Three butter chickens&lt;br /&gt;Two nosy in-laws&lt;br /&gt;And a totally insufficient dowry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's been up since 2006, but it's my first time watching this video today! Saw it on Facebook. Haha awesomeness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4593751686110133193?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4593751686110133193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4593751686110133193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4593751686110133193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4593751686110133193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-if-christmas-boymongoose-on.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6705425602380778512</id><published>2008-12-16T01:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T02:04:59.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SUaRilRyflI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iAiYn_srj5I/s400/smockers.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rofl Neville. LOSER! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh oh and I've just became a fan of "I Hate Smokers" on Facebook. haha gogo be a fan of that!! ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why tonight not as cooling as the past few nights? )): Sian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6705425602380778512?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6705425602380778512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6705425602380778512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6705425602380778512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6705425602380778512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/rofl-neville.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SUaRilRyflI/AAAAAAAAAKo/iAiYn_srj5I/s72-c/smockers.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3535444462549163918</id><published>2008-12-13T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:59:18.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quite some time since I've actually blogged with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been almost a year since I've done a layered track recording! The last project was Elvis Presley's Blue Christmas, haha kinda screwed it cos I rushed to finish before christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this season, it'll be a song by Perry Como -- Catch a Falling Star. Oh damn I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as hardcore into beatboxing recently. A year ago and before was like madness, now I'm just stuck. Damn. Missing gigs too )):&lt;br /&gt;At least I jio tio a friend to get busking license together alr. This year's application for the license's closed. Need wait for 2009, hais. Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and gotton myself a kickass Logitect headset. Usual price is dunno how bloody ex, went Courts see they sell $36 after discount. Walked to Best and it's at a blarding whopping price of $26.90 man (inclusive of GST)! LAST ONE ON SHELF SUMMORE. iRock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been outings and gatherings and parties booming off this holiday. Awesome stuff yo.&lt;br /&gt;Liquor is what makes people ridiculous. Especially with doses of 43%. Haha. Most memorable would be watching a DRUNK ASS getting all high and shit. Shall not say who that boozed up dumbass is, cos I know jingquan reads my blog. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hmm was that hint a little too obvious? ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, it'll be another party at my house next week. JQ if you want come got slot i think, can handle 1-2 more people excluding the others already invited. But no gin please, at most vodka.&lt;br /&gt;And Leonard Neville Benjamin Weilin &amp;amp; Chloe, please confirm with me ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally started my holiday homework today. But I only plan to do A&amp;amp;Emath homework. Things like jianbao and yuedubaogao can be forgotton, HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE :D&lt;br /&gt;I could still piece back bits and pieces of equations and understanding of certain topics. It's gonna take some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started GTA San Andreas AGAIN. Third time playing it, almost near completion. But this time without cheat at all. Hoho, I'm good. That makes me wanna get my hands on GTA IV, saw the vids on YouTube and holyshit it owns. SG$60++ each sia, kp. Summore next year Os alr, can only drool at it now. Shall wait for a year, by then confirm cheaper also. Rumours of GTA V is also being developed simultaneously by EA Games now. No idea why they took over Rockstar Games, but anyhows hope it'll be even better than GTA IV. Really looking forward to it, AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me what I want for christmas...&lt;br /&gt;All I want for christmas is to do darn well for my Os next year. That is what the society wanna see, and it's precisely what I shall give them.&lt;br /&gt;Better start motivating myself like how I did last year, cos' I'm already sensing a disturbance of complacency and inconsistancy lurking in the atmosphere that revolves around me. That is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I phucking gots to do well for English. Casual spoken and written English Language is pretty decent for me, but when it comes to comprehension and compositions, it's a totall ggxx thing. Argh. Borrowed a book from library a few days ago, damn cool stuff inside. Well I can't remember when was the last time I've borrowed a book from library and actually complete reading it. I guess it's like, NEVER? Hoho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, going yet another CO concert tonight. Performed by SCO, it should be good. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;One more this coming Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my comp's running out of space!!! SHIT. Need some place to store all my images and music and videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I also want for Christmas, is&lt;br /&gt;to freakin gain more mass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I &lt;strong&gt;DON'T WANT&lt;/strong&gt; for Christmas, are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pimples and sweaty palms.&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/34946839-3535444462549163918?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3535444462549163918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3535444462549163918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3535444462549163918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3535444462549163918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/quite-some-time-since-ive-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-196959790498484479</id><published>2008-12-08T03:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:17:06.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fC65sy9tzY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6fC65sy9tzY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZT6qHbEL68M" target="_blank"&gt;watch it in HD!&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjQnNme7fq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kjQnNme7fq0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha Beardyman! Awesome guy. One of my beatboxing idols! ((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and anyone has the urge to go skating with me? Arghh. &amp;amp;Paging for all badminton kahkees for intensive trainings!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. does anyone have Stephen William Hawking's "A Brief History of Time" and/or "A Briefer History of Time" book? None of the libraries in the eastern region has that book. AHHHH!! )): i want that book!! )):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-196959790498484479?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/196959790498484479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=196959790498484479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/196959790498484479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/196959790498484479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/watch-it-in-hd-hahaha-beardyman-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-7227303739145531780</id><published>2008-12-07T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:23:29.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPV-nX4YWdY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LPV-nX4YWdY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SsFXQ0kmLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SsFXQ0kmLs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haha :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-7227303739145531780?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7227303739145531780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=7227303739145531780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7227303739145531780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7227303739145531780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha-d.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2717940391384502446</id><published>2008-12-05T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T14:31:16.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.product-reviews.net/wp-content/userimages/2008/01/windows-7-vista-replacement-as-early-as-2009-not-2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes! Windows 7 (Windows Vienna) is coming out next year!! Heard it'll be great, perhaps those currently using Vista SHOULD have an upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Features:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are many features new to Windows 7, including advancements in touch, speech, and handwriting recognition, support for virtual hard disks, improved performance on multi-core processors, improved boot performance, and kernel improvements."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Features_new_to_Windows_7"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Features_new_to_Windows_7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Features Removed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While Windows 7 contains many new features, a number of capabilities and certain programs that were a part of Windows Vista are no longer present or changed, resulting in the removal of certain functionality. The following is a list of features which were present in Windows Vista but which have been removed in Windows 7."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Features_removed_from_Windows_7"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Features_removed_from_Windows_7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Windows_7"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Windows_7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unofficial Windows Vienna site (but provides quite some good informations): &lt;a href="http://www.windowsvienna.com/"&gt;http://www.windowsvienna.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really looking forward to it, and it better not be as screwed up as Vista.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2717940391384502446?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2717940391384502446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2717940391384502446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2717940391384502446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2717940391384502446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-windows-7-windows-vienna-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-9018019020976362678</id><published>2008-12-03T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:25:44.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CPDmGH50YQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7CPDmGH50YQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5cCtnDQhhc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5cCtnDQhhc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius, just too genius.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note to self: Eat more fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-9018019020976362678?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9018019020976362678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=9018019020976362678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/9018019020976362678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/9018019020976362678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/genius-just-too-genius.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4732948696310343529</id><published>2008-12-01T21:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:30:47.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJ8RUE-GF4E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJ8RUE-GF4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Real awesome stuff! Haha, Perry Como's Catch a Falling Star. Enjoy yo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting my hands on Perry Como's songs. Very beautiful songs, oldies ftw yo! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And and, da jie bought a 42" Samsung HD plasma tv for us! I didnt expect it to be so huge, until they delivered the tv..i chua tio! Cool stuff, thanks da jie!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;December already, time freakin flies. Oh crap. Bought books today too. Spent $40.90 only, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4732948696310343529?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4732948696310343529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4732948696310343529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4732948696310343529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4732948696310343529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/real-awesome-stuff-haha-perry-comos.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-7724242616605597310</id><published>2008-11-28T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:58:15.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Award-winning Music Arranger, Producer and Composer Mayuni Omar, who's also a mentor in The Apprenticeship Programme this year, will be sharing his expertise in two highly informative music workshops in December. For being a faithful and loyal participant of Noise Singapore, you have the first bite of the limited seats available :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOISE SINGAPORE WORKSHOP │ Developing your band musically and professionally by Mayuni Omar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to take your band to the next level as award-winning Music Arranger, Producer and Composer Mayuni Omar shares his expertise in the technical and business aspects of making music as a band. Participants will take away essential skills to making good music and advancing in the industry, such as communicating effectively with band members, sound balancing, songwriting, making a demo/album and how to market your music. There will also be some hands-on demonstrations during the workshop, so do feel free to bring your instruments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When:&lt;/strong&gt; 7 Dec 2008 (Sun), 2-4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where:&lt;/strong&gt; *scape Youth Centre: Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Register:&lt;/strong&gt; Email workshop@noisesingapore.com with the workshop title, your name, NRIC and contact number, or call 6344 2953&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admisson:&lt;/strong&gt; Free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone free to go with me? ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-7724242616605597310?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7724242616605597310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=7724242616605597310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7724242616605597310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/7724242616605597310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/award-winning-music-arranger-producer.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4659630868829938071</id><published>2008-11-28T01:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:47:53.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a cool 27th Nov! Had CO practice early in the morning till 12noon. Planned to get back home for a good sleep yet finding myself in a totally unfamiliar territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in St. Nicholas Girl's School with GALE, JIAXUAN as well as Liu lao shi. Really huge school, tons of facilities to explore! Felt relatively uncomfortable being absolutely outnumbered in gender there though. Blehx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practised with em SYF'09's set piece. Heard em playing other songs too, and their suona section's really good! In general I'm sure they're way better than TMSCO. So TMSCOians, please, buck up or you'll be phucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau huey after that with the chairs of St Nic., haha awesomeness. Great stuff! Bus-ed home from there, it's a Zzz trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows, finally changed TMSCO blog skin; like finally! Spent more than 6 hours on coding and editting, at least it's considerably decent now. Go see! &lt;a href="http://www.tmsco.co.nr/"&gt;http://www.tmsco.co.nr/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be CO again in less than 11 hour's time. Last session before the two weeks break! Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh good news! No more diarrhoea at all! Finally see some promising solid shit today. HOHOHO. After like a good five days. Smelly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;See, who needs a doctor? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building my appetite back now. I gotta gain more mass! Loss way too much through the umpteen time visits for a poo poo./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grow fat, guowei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4659630868829938071?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4659630868829938071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4659630868829938071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4659630868829938071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4659630868829938071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-cool-27th-nov-had-co-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6640699189887707466</id><published>2008-11-26T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:10:00.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back from CO camp yesterday. Nightwalk was funny! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having food poisoning a day before camp is bad. Vomited on Sunday morning and felt so darn weak the entire day. Slept all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Sunday till yesterday afternoon, i've visited the toilet more than 20 times already! My ass seriously deserves a rest now. Anyhows, I'm feeling much better now. However my stomach can't take as much food as I use to be able to consume. Gotta recover the quantity it use to be able to store! I've lost too much weight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways having able to perform 3 songs straight is kinda awesome considering the state I was in. Suona section not bad la. TMSCO people, seriously serious, please add more oil. Gas prices went down alr, can add more le. So please, work harder yo! SYF's drawing rather close already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank each and every one of you who'd came down from all over Singapore to support GWM! So many of ya all, so touched x3&lt;br /&gt;So sorry was kinda dead that day yo, too weak and blur alr, cannot entertain ya all HEHE. Look at the pic below, i looked rather pale ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272948757234604050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SS1G9RnOWBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pa_ZLemQxNw/s400/DSCF0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272948749723944850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SS1G81oix5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/ZDzb5hQNPaM/s400/DSCF0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, that's Dave and I. Lovely couple. HOHOHO! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So who's holding on to the other pics? Send me please!((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want both camp and GMH pics!!!!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6640699189887707466?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6640699189887707466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6640699189887707466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6640699189887707466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6640699189887707466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/came-back-from-co-camp-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SS1G9RnOWBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/pa_ZLemQxNw/s72-c/DSCF0375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5801509553143779995</id><published>2008-11-22T16:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:13:41.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;CO practice yesterday morning. I came just on time and got scolded hais. LoL owells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went lunch with FAITH and KAIHUI at bedok food centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271384586553280338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe4Wjv6R1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/c3sSTvZl7Fk/s400/2008_1121kaihuiguoweifaithhhh0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sian, can only see half of my left-hand V, the right hand V totally gone )):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271384593641802722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe4W-J8i-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/goNxbNI48C0/s400/2008_1121kaihuiguoweifaithhhh0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went home, took a quick shower and met up with Spencer at Tampinese MRT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went down to Chua Chu Kang sec to catch their CO concert! Haha, reached late but lala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271384595122114162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe4XDq4TnI/AAAAAAAAAJM/RnvAxBuc19k/s400/DSC00430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Met up with the rest there and hoho fun fun fun! Zi high so much during the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271384599140873074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe4XSpBs3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/vm7rEyxnvXA/s400/DSC00433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Lee is their conductor! So long never see him alr, awesomeness. He still recognises me ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271384606658123010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe4XupR1QI/AAAAAAAAAJc/wMmiL9tpdvM/s400/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Group photo with the CO Campists. Haha the cards were to support Dave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271387308390401954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe60_Ycx6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/95mtJo_03eM/s400/DSCF0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No idea why I looked so retarded in this picture, but there's Dave and Spencer! And thanks for the Macs cuppoccino Dave! ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271387310894608898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe61Itf8gI/AAAAAAAAAJs/zJ4pv1Yn6nw/s400/DSCF0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's pretty much a 1hour+ train ride home from CCK. And here are the Eastern Singaporeans ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271387308673129602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe61Ab23II/AAAAAAAAAJ0/zzsZxMCN0bI/s400/DSC00426.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where are the rest of the photos!?!?!? )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhows, it's TMSCO camp from Monday to Tuesday! But i'll be staying overnight from Sunday onwards. Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our concert in school hall on monday too. CCAB Campists please check your emails, tag at my tagboard if you have yet to receive em. Hope to see you guys there too yea! ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT[11.15pm]: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PINK!! YAY!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271499255122027474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSggpJdI49I/AAAAAAAAAKE/IXX1_Cw2tkM/s400/PB210027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271499248704386546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSggoxjDdfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/EweWYUv5vq4/s400/PB210026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5801509553143779995?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5801509553143779995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5801509553143779995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5801509553143779995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5801509553143779995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/co-practice-yesterday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSe4Wjv6R1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/c3sSTvZl7Fk/s72-c/2008_1121kaihuiguoweifaithhhh0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1769075802572544789</id><published>2008-11-20T15:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T17:22:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the 5th Chinese Orchestra Leadership Camp. Organised by CCAB! (:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday marks the end of the camp, but it was really great and enriching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270411178073508066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSRDCulRyOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sdQpDALGwKk/s400/DSC00429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was taken from the slideshow at the end of the camp. That's Yu Lao Shi, a guan yue instructor. He taught us how to repair sheng, maintain other guan yue instruments. Cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637492235020370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSUQ38iGKFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DlMfWg_-mv0/s400/2008_1119coleadershipcamppp080025.JPG" border="0" /&gt; GUAN YUE! [Formal shot!] Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407896403379234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSRADtaJhCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D9Xe35JO3t4/s400/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;GUAN YUE! [V(^.^)V shot!] Wooo.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407901823134562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSRAEBmUa2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/n3Edxse4rp4/s400/DSC01221.JPG" border="0" /&gt; GROUP THREEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407892449761026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSRADeriFwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qlvUfURtncA/s400/19112008124.jpg" border="0" /&gt; GG, i cant remember her name. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270406101265041794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSQ-bN_0SYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/diE_cJbqGcM/s400/19112008131.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The three tardeds! CALVIN &amp;amp; HUIERN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270406431121567474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSQ-uazvbvI/AAAAAAAAAG8/eNJu7WbxhgI/s400/DSC00421.JPG" border="0" /&gt; CALVIN! Mr Neat-Handwriting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270406840611210002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSQ_GQRrgxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/UQUBVs9Qi6c/s400/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" /&gt; RONGXIANG! AKA suona-guy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270406846025672050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSQ_GkclpXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PGExZAsGuPs/s400/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt; SPENCER! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270406851215507122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSQ_G3x8PrI/AAAAAAAAAHU/YlUaPPk0SLU/s400/DSC00424.JPG" border="0" /&gt; KAIHUI! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270407189113519378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSQ_aijGvRI/AAAAAAAAAHc/i2y72LMe4bI/s400/DSC00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize presentation! We were presented with a certificate and a collar pin. Awesome. What's more awesome is that the assistant director of CCAB was the one who presented us that. And guess who that is, MRS TAN!!! Our former v.principal! I saw her along the corridors, stare at her awhile and went like "she looks familiar..." She walked up to me and asked "you're from temasek?" I shock I stunned I wowed, it's really her. Small small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637498097795234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSUQ4SX5AKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/e1stNxnQuVU/s400/2008_1119coleadershipcamppp080044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Taken from slide show! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637497320378482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSUQ4PeikHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/vDUUznxWm_E/s400/2008_1119coleadershipcamppp080014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; At the prata shop oppisite CCAB, yesterday after the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637504092442738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSUQ4otIEHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A1l5xaYzeu8/s400/2008_1119coleadershipcamppp080105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Great food, yumm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270638537540440834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSUR0ymVEwI/AAAAAAAAAI0/i0xjvQ6mWOU/s400/DSC00428.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Had two plates, as usual. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270638533901969266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSUR0lC2Z3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/1qP54NvJDqY/s400/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270637509388967874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSUQ48b6n8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mcl-VlHbQLA/s400/2008_1119coleadershipcamppp080107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Loads more photos out there, THEY HAVEN SEND ME!! Sian I only go around writing down my contacts on other people's paper. Now only I regret. Hais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Gotta wait for em to add me, sian. Currently only 4 added ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well these 3 days were very rewarding. Learning from skills of leadership to project management to maintainence of instruments to reparations of instruments. I've learnt quite a lot in how to maintain suona, haha. Damn cool, and those equipments needed to maintain and fine tune/custom my shaozi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Learnt some basics of conducting, lol and it's not very easy. The conductor of SAF CO came down, really cool guy man. He brought along two other members of SAFCO, one of which was Mr Wong!!! So long never see him alr, haha. I asked what he do in army, like does he go out in the fields for training or anything. He said nope. Then I asked what he do there, he replied in a hilarious way, "I come here do this kind of things lor." HAAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We played jian kuai the liang feng during dazu there. It was mainly to allow students to attempt conducting the orchestra, not so much of skill testing. For probably 90% of them there had never played jian kuai before, but we sounded really well for a group who had never played together before. I doubt that even if the current TMSCO people practise for 3months can reach this kind of standard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We repeated the song like siao, suona had three people inclusive of myself. However two of which are zhong suo players, and they never bring their instruments cos they've thought jian kuai no zhong suo no need play. But the fact is that it's still possible, hais sabo me only. After dunno how many hours, it's really tiring for my mouth siol. Jian kuai is not like the current SYF set piece ezpz with just chang ying, and very little gao ba du. Jiankuai is all those gao ba du parts and soooo darn many bars and considerable rather fast paced.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Soloed all the way, freakin painful T.T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh cool part is that many of them complimented that I played very well. First time in my life I hear such flattering compliments about my suona, haha. Summore it's like about 10ppl saying that, damn cool. (((: Thanks all! Really really flattered!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh wells, shall update more when more pictures come in. Gonna miss the people there ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-1769075802572544789?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1769075802572544789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1769075802572544789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1769075802572544789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1769075802572544789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-5th-chinese-orchestra-leadership.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SSRDCulRyOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sdQpDALGwKk/s72-c/DSC00429.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3794826339620040379</id><published>2008-11-16T15:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:55:37.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;don't feel like updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a song. Love the tune man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/urjCSnAbKH/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="backColor=000000&amp;amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/urjCSnAbKH/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent" flashvars="backColor=000000&amp;primaryColor=999999&amp;secondaryColor=4d4d4d&amp;linkColor=666666"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ill Do Anything - Jason Mraz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go make your next choice be your best choice&lt;br /&gt;And if you're looking for a boy with a voice, well baby I'm single&lt;br /&gt;Are you in the mood for some dude, are you in the mood to be subdued&lt;br /&gt;Or would you rather just mingle?&lt;br /&gt;Let's get set then to go then and let us jet set we'll be like the jetsons&lt;br /&gt;You can be Jane my wife. Should I marry Jane tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would if I could. I'd do most anything spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or we can keep chilling like ice cream filling&lt;br /&gt;We can cool in the gang if you'd rather hang&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no thing. I can be lugubrious with you.&lt;br /&gt;I got no ifs ands ors no wits or whats about it&lt;br /&gt;But this place is getting crowded and my house is two blocks away&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would if I could. I'd do most anything spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;You know I would, if I could. I'll do anything spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could be nimble, you'd have it simple just like me.&lt;br /&gt;So go on and try it, do not deny yourself your freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So step on up to the plate get a date with mraz&lt;br /&gt;See you better act fast because supplies they never&lt;br /&gt;Now did you knowE this is limited time offer&lt;br /&gt;So go make your mind up before our times up&lt;br /&gt;You better start winding it up because the party's almost over&lt;br /&gt;(and if you should know girl, go a little bit lower now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see how I would, if I could. I'd do most anything spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;You know I would, and I can prove it. I'll do anything spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3794826339620040379?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3794826339620040379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3794826339620040379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3794826339620040379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3794826339620040379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/dont-feel-like-updating-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5938935987055204032</id><published>2008-11-10T18:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:42:29.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday was the last day of bridging programme. Wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;Met up with almost half the class at Pasir Ris in the evening. It was odd and eye-opening to stay out in the streets. Feels rugged haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's good that I can still rollerblade w/o falling down haha ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around the blocks and ended up sleeping at EHub by around 3am. Got chased out by security around 4.30am.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Tiger Beer sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camped outside Macs after that and slept all the way to bout 7am.&lt;br /&gt;Went home at around 9am+ after breakfast at macs. Oh and I've lost my bundle of keys...HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, shower, dota for awhile, and slept all the way till bout near 10pm before having dinner. Slept again all the way till sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More on LJ later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda boring these few days yea, I wanna go out but I don't feel like spending money. Perhaps I should really go look for a job, probably at Superdog? HEHE! ((:&lt;br /&gt;It's more practical to work than to play comp whole day yea, in fact I'm getting kinda sick of DotA. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the playlist there &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Temasek_Secondary_School#School_Motto" target="_blank"&gt;This is just LoL&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5938935987055204032?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5938935987055204032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5938935987055204032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5938935987055204032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5938935987055204032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-was-last-day-of-bridging.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4538460382368398537</id><published>2008-11-03T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:13:53.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back report book. Deteriorated. Class ranking sucked because of english..&lt;br /&gt;Hais, anyhow overall still topped the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went see Western doctor after school today. Damn, she's young and pretty! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she gave me some really strong medicine. One of which causes drowsiness, so I've requested for an MC for tomorrow! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh one of the tablets damn cool. It's "Anti-Inflammation/&lt;strong&gt;STEROID&lt;/strong&gt;". Haha, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;My cough better recover this time round. After all the cough syrup and Traditional Chinese Medicine, spent so much money and the cough hasn't subside. Hopefully all the medicine now will get me better. That's another $56...&lt;br /&gt;Hais spent so much money of this freakin cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporesports.sg/posbchampions/viralshow.aspx?id=9494" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.singaporesports.sg/posbchampions/viralshow.aspx?id=9494&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever the joker that nominates me, thanks man. Haha damn funny, summore steal my Friendster profile pic?! HAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. and thanks for dressing me as a girl! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4538460382368398537?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4538460382368398537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4538460382368398537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4538460382368398537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4538460382368398537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/got-back-report-book.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6572445923530051079</id><published>2008-11-02T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T22:55:35.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4P0XMkDEjak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4P0XMkDEjak&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks of bridging programme sucks. I want it end now...&lt;br /&gt;Mum's seeing MSBP tomorrow afternoon. My results this time will definitely suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failing English is just the shittiest thing man. Class ranking will suck. Hais, pointless having the rest of my subjects good when it comes to ranking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cough's turning really bad. Despite all the cough syrup, and even a $60 spent on Chinese Medicine. I'm worried for my vocals, I don't want it damaged. Neither do I want anything to happen to my lungs because of this cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a remedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6572445923530051079?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6572445923530051079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6572445923530051079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6572445923530051079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6572445923530051079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-so-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8788036359971522341</id><published>2008-10-30T22:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:01:21.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262955982029498178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SQnGlNFip0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4quDoGVAjhQ/s400/DSC00369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my own skates! Costs $209.25 man. Thanks mummy!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to ECP today afternoon and gotton it. It's been over a year since the last time I've went skating, kinda weird getting back at it just now. Haha, now I don't dare skate out towards Lagoon area alr, need pract more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA all the way till 8pm tomorrow, hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, I've just received an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey Guowei Seah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you on the nomination list for the POSB Everyday Champions Award 2009This is the link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporesports.sg/posbchampions/viralshow.aspx?id=3213"&gt;http://www.singaporesports.sg/posbchampions/viralshow.aspx?id=3213&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if it's really you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSB Everyday Champions Award 2009 (posbchampions@singaporesports.sg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POSB, in partnership with the Singapore Sports Council, salutes special everyday Singaporeans and organisations that make it possible&lt;br /&gt;for those around them to participate and excel in sports. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.singaporesports.sg/posbchampions"&gt;http://www.singaporesports.sg/posbchampions&lt;/a&gt; for more details!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, who nominated me? LoL! Awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to win some cash prize though ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thank you Mr/Ms Anonymous who has nominated me. That's really cool yo! Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8788036359971522341?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8788036359971522341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8788036359971522341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8788036359971522341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8788036359971522341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-my-own-skates-costs-209.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SQnGlNFip0I/AAAAAAAAAGs/4quDoGVAjhQ/s72-c/DSC00369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3033663131152380245</id><published>2008-10-29T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:45:22.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It takes more than just an incident to stir a mixture of emotions within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to find a single person that would understand the entire story.&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's like a jigsaw puzzle. I have many who knows a piece of it, however they only have got that peice and might never understand when things are being put together. Or perhaps it's just me, I didn't feel like explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, the incident that occured this morning was just part of the puzzle. For this case it is so happen to be the peice that completed a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Having a mere standalone of this particular incident wouldn't matter to me much anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I know it's probably just a level one of shit I've gotton myself into. And it could be resolved. Anyway, losing a badge ain't much of a pain for me I would say, in fact I'm already considering a resignation. Well, having myself serving the school for the forth year already, moreover my participation this year never seemed to be needed anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Resigning would mean one burden off my back; one responsibility less to carry. So having to stay or not I doesn't really care much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at it, it was only after the first lesson where I felt better; having myself excused to the lavatory alone for a good approximately 20mins. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;10mins of tears, 5mins of reflection, last 5mins cheering myself up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say crying is healthy, gender doesn't matter. However if you'll be sobbing continueously for days, that's just stupid. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It has probably been more than a year since I've cried like this.&lt;/span&gt; Rather spontaneously it occured, nevertheless it felt good. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Erm but that was removing the part when having my eyes feel sore and looking swollen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, took a five hour nap. Woke up feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;Just completed a poster for Openhouse this saturday, it's for OCIP. Haha I think it's like one of the most slipshod poster I've ever done. I did the one on 2005 OCIP - Khao Lak one, dude it's like what in the odds can a better work be expected when I have no idea what when on then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title picture picture picture picture quote quote, that's all. LoL. The quotes are those somewhat inspirational ones I've found from google.&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part is that I've spent a good 2hours working out that poster... Hope it's still acceptable for most la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, thank you all who has shown concern for me today yea. Appreciated that!(:&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry too much, I'll probably be fine by tomorrow morning. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Though certain things are still bothering me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta rush for summary corrections now! Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh class chalet date changed so last minute, I cannnot attend alr. Hais. Another thing I've regretted where I should have done.&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'll organise instead please, 1 month before the actual chalet I assure every detail drawn to at least a 90% completion and with proposal if teacher's being involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy yourself dear 3/4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The Coffin ain't so much of a good movie like what I've expected it to be. In fact it's a shit one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as scary as I'm expecting.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid storyline; predictable ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think 4Bia is by far one of the best horror movies I've watched. Conclusion: Never to watch 'horror movies' that is only rated as PG. Those are for ginnas, like Fyn! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3033663131152380245?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3033663131152380245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3033663131152380245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3033663131152380245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3033663131152380245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-takes-more-than-just-incident-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-442342088446867799</id><published>2008-10-27T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:02:57.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Given the shit and lots of problem,&lt;br /&gt;hence I'm here with this little poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are bad should I never had thought,&lt;br /&gt;how could I have this matter outwrought?&lt;br /&gt;What I've done is rated as God,&lt;br /&gt;but what I'm doing makes me a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given me and I'll give to you,&lt;br /&gt;the outcome is -- I'm actually a fool.&lt;br /&gt;The concerns of you I never should have bothered,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Nice-Guy has been taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today on I never will care,&lt;br /&gt;neither tomorrow a thing to share.&lt;br /&gt;You give me sheeps; you give me cows,&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, I'm gonna dao (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-442342088446867799?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/442342088446867799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=442342088446867799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/442342088446867799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/442342088446867799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/given-shit-and-lots-of-problems-hence.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5377296593535389473</id><published>2008-10-25T15:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:15:37.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to update, so I'll just be leaving you with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zTVlfDj3Yk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zTVlfDj3Yk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/spitsbeat/music/Bj_xVjpr/jason_mraz_mr_curiousity/" target="_blank"&gt;Mr. Curiousity - Jason Mraz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey Mr. Curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Is it true what they've been saying about you&lt;br /&gt;Are you killing me?&lt;br /&gt;You took care of the cat already&lt;br /&gt;And for those who think it's heavy&lt;br /&gt;Is it the truth&lt;br /&gt;Or is it only gossip&lt;br /&gt;Call it mystery or anything&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you'd call me&lt;br /&gt;I sent the message on did you get it when I left it&lt;br /&gt;See this catastrophic event&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to mean no harm&lt;br /&gt;But to think there's nothing wrong is a problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br /&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br /&gt;Love is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Curious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Mr. waiting ever patient can't you see&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the same the way you left me&lt;br /&gt;In a hurry to spell check me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm underlined already in envy green&lt;br /&gt;And pencil red&lt;br /&gt;And I've forgotten what you've said&lt;br /&gt;Will you stop working for the dead and return&lt;br /&gt;Mr. curious well I need some inspiration&lt;br /&gt;It's my birthday and I cannot find no cause for celebration&lt;br /&gt;The scenario is grave but I'll be braver when you save me&lt;br /&gt;From this situation laden with hearsay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br /&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br /&gt;And love is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Be Mr. please&lt;br /&gt;Do come and find me, oh&lt;br /&gt;Find, find me, find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for love this time&lt;br /&gt;Sounding hopeful but it's making me cry&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to ask why&lt;br /&gt;Cause love is a mystery&lt;br /&gt;Mr. curiosity&lt;br /&gt;Be Mr. please&lt;br /&gt;Do come and find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is blinding when the timing's never right&lt;br /&gt;Oh who am I to beg for difference&lt;br /&gt;Finding love in just an instant&lt;br /&gt;Well I dont mind, at least I've tried&lt;br /&gt;And I tried, I tried... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAG REPLIES:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cR:&lt;/strong&gt; I think your class gayer and lamer, hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;changjie:&lt;/strong&gt; I still haven send you! LoL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benjamin:&lt;/strong&gt; We're 4/4 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NANAAA:&lt;/strong&gt; Why thank you ((: Alien so nice one wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5377296593535389473?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5377296593535389473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5377296593535389473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5377296593535389473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5377296593535389473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-too-lazy-to-update-so-im-leaving-you.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8787488765370857356</id><published>2008-10-22T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:44:22.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retainee'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh no oh no. It's that time of the year!&lt;br /&gt;It feels so much like it happened only yesterday. I could still remember being told of the news in class by my form and co-form teachers. I could still remember being held back in the hall by the P/VP/HOD upon receiving the news. It was the same time last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1am+ now but I'm fine sacrificing my bedtime posting this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad to hear of so many potential retainee. Please teachers, give those that really deserve it to promote. I'm very very sure most of these potential retainee can perform if they would just put in additionally twice of the initial effort that they've attempted, they just need enlightenment to study smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the feeling of being retained. No matter how strong you are, you will still be affected emotionally. It's a feeling worse than having your heart broken in a relationship, especially when you know you've disappointed your teachers and family real badly. Feeling all remorseful, however reality proves everything too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how others see being retained as, but I'm sure it has been a loud wake up call for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who has already been told of the final fate (or is going to be this Thursday), please, do not give up on yourself. This is a very crucial time for you to stay strong and accept it.&lt;br /&gt;It's very normal for you to feel really down, feeling the entire world has collapsed on you. You may cry. Those are all fine, but there's no point crying for more than 3 days max. Pick yourself up from where you've fallen, avoid the same mistakes and steer your way through to complete the race instead of feeling all bad about it. Do not give up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be people around you who would lend a helping hand. However, for that to happen, you must allow them to help. No matter how hard they try, just as long as you do not have the will to get up upon the fall, nobody can pull you out of the hole. Nevertheless, do not depend on others too much either. You gotta trust yourself the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also very normal for your parents and/or siblings to be nagging and going all harsh on you. Do put yourself in their point of view, they care for you a lot. Do not hate them for appearing very unsupportive about it. Talk to them, tell them you really need all the support you can get from them. Even if your parents are considerably more of the stubborn type, let time heal the pain. They will eventually accept it and forgive you. Communication with one another is the most important factor at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I've faced after being retained that may stir some mixed feeling or awkwardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Blending into the cohort.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will tend to compare, eventually noticing most of them may appear childish and naive. The entire atmosphere is different, in the way they talk and react to different matters. You'll soon get use to it. Don't worry, accept changes. It happens in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;You still can't part with your batch's friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially for the first few weeks or month, you tend to seek your previous classmates or other friends from your initial batch during recess or after school. Later part of the year, you'll realise all of them will be busy preparing for Prelims and eventually Os. You would not want to disturb them, and you'll soon feel left out; alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;When you do well academically, your classmates or the others who belong in that batch doesnt recognise the hardwork.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will give nasty comments like "because he retainee what, of course can do good lah". Well, I've thought of the best counter to that statement -- "I retain because I didn't complete what I've been taught the previous year. I've obtained what I deserve through the effort and hard work I've put in this year. You will do as well or even better if you can work like me."&lt;br /&gt;Pwn them with this sentence, I assure you as long as they doesn't belong to the guailan group, they'll be left speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;People may start a casual conversation upon knowing you're 16 this year with this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you taking Os this year?" Then you have to explain the entire story, blah blah, and they'll ask you what happened and shit. Just write out a story and memorise it. Recycle that story over and over again upon similiar questions. Get use to it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh especially during this time, when people know about my age, they'll go "all the best!". Well, for fuck? LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's freakin 1.50am now and I've yet to have my supper!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND I COULD FEEL ALLLLLL THE PHLEGM IN MY THROAT, HOWEVER ABSOLUTELY UNABLE TO GET THEM OUT. I really have that urge to really spit out everything la, it'll be like some huge burden off. That shiok feeling, wooo! Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8787488765370857356?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8787488765370857356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8787488765370857356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8787488765370857356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8787488765370857356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-no-oh-no.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-4758006498805321596</id><published>2008-10-21T01:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:35:29.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.asknlearn.com/personal/temasekssadmin2/UpperSec_Wk7_%20Schedule.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Term 4 Week 7 Timetable for Sec 3s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our venue's at forth floor. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Feel so upgraded/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it's been a few days of medication and my cough has yet to subside. This is bad. Life sucks having a bad cough. I could barely even talk.&lt;br /&gt;I might just absent myself for CCA tomorrow. It's like, doooode. How to play a woodwind instrument when I'll just be coughing my way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH I've just downloaded Jason Mraz's concert at EBS(Korea). 700mb, 45mins..&lt;br /&gt;Shall watch the entire thing tomorrow! Really awesome. I love singers that can compose, play musical instruments and sing live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mixcraft 3 has some problem, BUT I'VE JUST GOTTON MYSELF MIXCRAFT 4.2!!! HAHA. Shit I'm such a cheapskate getting cracks and shit for 'paid' programs (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, blogging nowadays are just simply boring for me. Hasn't been going out lately; the sec fours are having their Os now. Oh all the best to ya'll taking Os! Do yourself proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing poems. HOHOHO((:&lt;br /&gt;Steps to writing lyrics of songs! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I've typed a whole chunk of words, however for phuck. Deleted.]&lt;br /&gt;30mins wasted, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life's just good when no one's on my mind to think about(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the best remedy for teenagers to stay out of all the emotional shit. I am happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm lazy to reply tags, aiyoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YES, TODAY NO CO!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-4758006498805321596?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4758006498805321596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=4758006498805321596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4758006498805321596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/4758006498805321596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/term-4-week-7-timetable-for-sec-3s-our.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8338208354458749091</id><published>2008-10-19T03:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T03:38:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;on Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked when you have a bad cough. Left school at around 11am that day; mummy fetched me (:&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to dong all the way until after CO meeting, but I was just coughing so badly. Moreover it's a freakin' school clean up day. For phuck man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a Traditional Chinese Medicine(TCM) Clinic, 余人生(Eu Yan Sang), 'cos Western Medicine just sucks for me, I'll usually feel like vomiting at night after consuming the medicine. TCM works a whole lot better, little or no side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well 3 x 7 packets of medicine, and it costs a good $61 inclusive of GST. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have an announcement to make.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I play DotA. Hehe, yes. Started playing serious just a few days ago. I do play other wc3 maps too, especially Tower Defence(TD) maps. TD maps are just so fun, woo; in fact I think they're way more fun than DotA! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't try em though, it's too addictive...BLEH O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, check out the stuff below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT'S BENEDICT MAN, WOOO!! Awesome, seriously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look, it's L*rry L*m H*n M*ng getting pwnt. P.S Sorry for uttering the ultimate vulgarity in the previous sentence.&lt;br /&gt;Took that quite some time ago though, heh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24c9decdae927d14" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24c9decdae927d14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5862B9DE8E82033357CA0A9F84B0F5004D4EC2E9.3C5CCF14D12CF6AE9BA5B02B52097BB69E67263B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24c9decdae927d14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1ZHjJJhyvZKWhuejfs5VZRf48J8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24c9decdae927d14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5862B9DE8E82033357CA0A9F84B0F5004D4EC2E9.3C5CCF14D12CF6AE9BA5B02B52097BB69E67263B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24c9decdae927d14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1ZHjJJhyvZKWhuejfs5VZRf48J8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on Friday. BENJAMIN TAN, YOU GOTTA WATCH THIS! WOO x33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a13970bd3e0cee46" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da13970bd3e0cee46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D254F724C05A1674E4DBE2B8245C17180D99C25.4FDAD39989329CB4DA5CF17C551912CE176AB4C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da13970bd3e0cee46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4YyWbAyzNX2ZZMmNNQaVFAaKnIo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da13970bd3e0cee46%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330182471%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6D254F724C05A1674E4DBE2B8245C17180D99C25.4FDAD39989329CB4DA5CF17C551912CE176AB4C9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da13970bd3e0cee46%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4YyWbAyzNX2ZZMmNNQaVFAaKnIo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry just gotta post em yo, they are just hilarious! XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...and that is just Class 3/4 of 2008. Classic characters all put together huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S Don't ask me wtf's with those shit below each blogger vid. Blogger just kinda sucks when it comes to uploading of video; cos I don't wanna upload to my YouTube account, and Photobucket one just lags.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8338208354458749091?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8338208354458749091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8338208354458749091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8338208354458749091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8338208354458749091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-friday-school-sucked-when-you-have.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1813643797972254964</id><published>2008-10-17T00:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:26:41.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, my cough's getting really bad. I could barely even talk now.&lt;br /&gt;Going doctor tmr, Chinese docs. I'm kinda allergic to Western medicine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais keep coughing is shitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Orchard to collect my retainers.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh and wanna know how my teeth looked like before braces?! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00361.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00357.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00359.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00358.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00360.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine my life with that kinda teeth now! It'll be so sucky, and I would live with low self-esteem; little confidence of myself, especially when smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mummy for spending so much money to fix my teeth! (((:&lt;br /&gt;and my dentist rock yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I'm very sure if I were to blog hop, almost every updated ones would consist of Final Year results and shit. Well for I ain't gonna go into details though. It is very dissappointing. Basically I've screwed up pretty much as compared to midyear. Anyhow, my overall would definitely meet the criteria to promote.&lt;br /&gt;Probably giving myself too much stress ain't something that would work for my study style. Midyear wasnt as stressful, that's definite, and I did way better. Glad to find one of my weaknesses there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost burst into tears during English. Upon receiving of English scripts, which was after a very despondent Amath results which was after SS -- I teared a little but thought I should vacumn it back in.. Need skill one hor! Hais.&lt;br /&gt;Emath was sad, Amath was simply bad. Carelessness proved fatal. It's now where the phrase "only if..." comes in, however, realising there's no room for lamentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the results received manage to cheer me up in any way. Even for C.Science, having bearly an A2, topping the cohort ain't much to be glorified anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything just simply deteriorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais. Guowei, what happened?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good friends' attention driven away,&lt;br /&gt;Close friends' relationship drifting astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What had triggered this dimming of light.&lt;br /&gt;How could I ever make things right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps it's time for some self-reflection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To see what's wrong and make amendments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I've wished for has never came true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should just keep this chapter in blue.&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/34946839-1813643797972254964?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1813643797972254964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1813643797972254964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1813643797972254964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1813643797972254964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/gosh-my-coughs-getting-really-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6121049168471556732</id><published>2008-10-13T23:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T00:21:42.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay this is rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/rofl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK HERE TO SEE WHY&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple on Stickman. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The apple looks like a middle finger though!((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;It's past 12am now, and I'm still rolling on floor laughing my ass off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbTSdIv78vk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbTSdIv78vk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Funny. As. Shit! HAHAHHA! Now my cheeks and stomach soring.. Tears still yet to dry from my face, lolllll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SOUND EFFECTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6121049168471556732?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6121049168471556732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6121049168471556732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6121049168471556732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6121049168471556732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/okay-this-is-rofl.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2444689461110190641</id><published>2008-10-13T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T18:25:08.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for a check up at the dental clinic with my mother. Dentist said that the chip ain't anything serious, not even filling done. So yea (:&lt;br /&gt;Ended up making a new retainer for my upper layer of teeth instead, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also found out that I do have WISDOM teeth. Awesome...GG.&lt;br /&gt;Dentist's prophecy claims that my true WISDOM would be unleashed in about 1-2years time! That is bad..&lt;br /&gt;Really hope it to be out like 3-4 years later instead, then I could take MC off NS! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went macs with mum later on for lunch. We tried the Wasabi Fillet 'O Fish; the burger was good, but the fries are shit. Original fries still tastes the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh today's marking day, tmr's paper-checking day.&lt;br /&gt;Crosses my fingers and really hope I'd pass my English this time. I really don't bother a 50 or 75, as long as I pass I'm happy and satisfied. Whoa, it rhymes!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's my first time failing English consecutively (1st progress report and midyear). I don't know why, I did like how I always do in the previous examinations; in fact I've answered the questions with better common sense(which I lack last time, I always think too deep and get it wrong at times..)! But what phuck is going on man, argh.&lt;br /&gt;That's why this examination's compo, I just freakin wrote in very simple vocabulary. Not one considerable sort of chiminology. Just simple words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I hope, really really hope -- PASS ENGLISH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my cough's pissing me off again. Every year this time, I'll start coughing like a punani. It's not those that last like one two weeks, it's those that go as long as 3months straight.&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese it's called Bai Ri Ke, coughing for 100 days, I assume. It really sucks yo.&lt;br /&gt;Can't beatbox, can't talk; can't sing, can't song. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strepsils cough syrup ain't working as well as the first two days I've consumed it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2444689461110190641?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2444689461110190641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2444689461110190641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2444689461110190641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2444689461110190641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/went-for-check-up-at-dental-clinic-just.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-3818547511056163409</id><published>2008-10-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:59:39.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeitgeist'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7065205277695921912&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7065205277695921912" target="_blank"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7065205277695921912&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeitgeist: Addendum&lt;br /&gt;by Peter Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zeitgeistmovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.zeitgeistmovie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zeitgeist, the Movie is a 2007 documentary film, produced by Peter Joseph about the Jesus myth hypothesis, the attacks of 9/11, and the Federal Reserve Bank as well as a number of conspiracy theories related to those three main topics. It was released free online via Google Video in June 2007. A remastered version was presented as a global premiere on November 10, 2007 at the 4th Annual Artivist Film Festival &amp;amp; Artivist Awards. The film has attracted significant public interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zeitgeist was first released on June 26, 2007 and topped the Google video charts most viewed videos. The film was translated into several languages and is distributed officially via Google Video and BitTorrent. Zeitgeist won the top award of Best Feature Documentary/Artivist Spirit at the 4th Annual Artivist Awards in 2007 in Hollywood, CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sequel has since been released. Zeitgeist: Addendum premiered at the 5th Annual Artivist Film Festival on October 2, 2008, at the Egyptian Theater in Hollywood, California. Like the original film, Zeitgeist: Addendum was released online -- free of charge -- on October 3, 2008."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-wikipedia.org&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take some time to watch this two hour documentary. It's really interesting! This documentary talks about the world we live in; some of it's contents are of propaganda purpose, but most are much of a fact supported by radical evidents and explained with theories that make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Money controls us all", an idea of this documentary. Here's a question -- Have you ever thought of how money come about in our society? Well, Zeitgeist suggests that money all are "made out of thin air". For a better idea of what money is all really about, it's all being defined in the first part of the documentary. You'll need these information of the intro to better understand the climax of the documentary later on at around 3/5 of the video, so do not skip it just because it may boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I personally disagrees with certain points especially those at near conclusion of the documentary -- The part where they've made some 'suggestions' to us -- I find it relatively of a propaganda to influence viewers of this documentary to support Zeitgeist's stand and to boycott certain organisations that Zeitgeist disagrees with in the video. Their purpose sounds rather evil at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criticism -- Taken from wikipedia.org: A feature article in The Stranger has stated the film is based solely on anecdotal evidence, while others have criticized it for using unidentified, undated, and unsourced video news clips, voice-overs, quotes, and book citations without page numbers. A piece in the Irish Times called it "unhinged" and accused it of offering nothing but "surreal perversions of genuine issues and debates."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, despite all these criticism, this is a very good documentary to watch. I rate it 5/5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take some social studies*, history, geography, economics*, accounts* and mathematical knowledge to understand this video better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, do watch this movie by applying skills of answering SBQ questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm recommending this documentary mainly for educational purposes, as it's always good to better understand the society we live in. So do weigh the sources of this video and detect any form of reliability, typicality, tone and most importantly purpose, whenever necessary. Do not let this video mislead you too much at any point of time. Digest the contents maturely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information about the movie, check out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeitgeist_the_Movie" target="_blank"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zeitgeist_the_Movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do support Zeitgeist at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thezeitgeistmovement.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.thezeitgeistmovement.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-3818547511056163409?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3818547511056163409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=3818547511056163409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3818547511056163409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/3818547511056163409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/zeitgeist-addendum-by-peter-joseph.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2683131251198518260</id><published>2008-10-11T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:07:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I freakin chipped off my front tooth whilst having my lunch this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is bad. It'll be even worse if it caused a crack in my front tooth. I've made an appointment this Monday morning for a dental check up. Shit man I hope a simple filling will do the job and let this matter to rest without any longterm damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did it happen? That is the question!&lt;br /&gt;Well simple, don't feel like putting in any physics or mathematical concepts into it.&lt;br /&gt;It's just an action of biting onto a metal fork real hard -- I was eating beehoon and took a mouth full of it. I've simply chew it down thinking that I've already removed the fork thoroughly; apparently not. It's not my first time doing this, the previous was chewing down onto a pair of metal chopsticks with a case similiar to this one. Only difference is that I doubt it caused much of a physical damage like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still feel some pain on the tooth now, despite having the incident occuring like near 10 hours ago. I'm not sure if I should continue wearing my retainers for the next two nights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh and I realised I've actually loss 2kg of mass during the examinations. Damit wtp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2683131251198518260?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2683131251198518260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2683131251198518260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2683131251198518260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2683131251198518260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-freakin-chipped-off-my-front-tooth.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2985994360511992636</id><published>2008-10-09T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:17:47.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome. Sprained my ankle! But 不辛中的大辛, just a mile strain on my ankle muscle or so.&lt;br /&gt;No swells or blood clot or any sort, so yea just let it heal by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Million dollar question is how I've sprained my ankle. Well..&lt;br /&gt;After Physics paper today, we had a break. Had my food and enjoyed a cup of mocha. Ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;I left like less than 30mins before the paper starts, but i suddenly stomachache! So as usual, I went to one my favourite toilets -- The one just next to physics lab, more precisely the cubicle meant for the handicap. [My other favourite toilet to pangsai is the one opposite den] (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well took quite some time in there uploading my products. Realising I might be late for the second paper (AMaths), I hurried down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Two steps by two steps, like how I always do, down three levels. Everything was fine until the very last few steps of the level 1½ area.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of going two by two or one by one, I suddenly skipped away and took a 2½ steps down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newton's first law of motion states that an object at rest will remain at rest and&lt;strong&gt; an object in motion&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;will continue in motion&lt;/strong&gt; at constant speed&lt;strong&gt; in a straight&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;line&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;strong&gt;absense of a resultant force&lt;/strong&gt; acting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However while I was rushing down the steps, my velocity increases over time rather than traveling at constant speed. This was due to gravitational acceleration. Thus the over-estimated&lt;br /&gt;½ step caused me to slip and trip, landing on a wrong footing. I am mostly a right-hander, that means it's normal to react with my right leg first for such a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact onto my ankle while it's right surface landed almost parallel to the ground, by principle of conservation energy, taking speed and mass of object into consideration,&lt;br /&gt;was more than a 500N force. Therefore I can conclude that I have definitely caused a bad strain onto my right ankle muscles; it's hurting a little now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow AMath paper was generally okay, the front part was relatively easy; but the back just sucks. Screwed like a 12marks+ there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 2½ hour paper, I even had time to go toilet(:&lt;br /&gt;Three paper more and we're done. Done revision for tomorrow alr, so shall sleep earlier tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I shall go revise Chinese Listening Comprehension!(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I am now too, lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2985994360511992636?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2985994360511992636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2985994360511992636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2985994360511992636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2985994360511992636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5131358921013833333</id><published>2008-10-08T23:48:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:26:41.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/PMW_HKlJyq/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/PMW_HKlJyq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/cqTBkd/music/LJ6T-8UG/adeaze_how_deep_is_your_love/"&gt;How Deep Is Your Love&lt;br /&gt;by Adeaze&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE ends today. Congrats! I miss those days, but those were just Those Days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well hasn't really been updating much recently. Rather desperate for time; but I've pretty much completed my revisions for tomorrow's AMaths and Physics paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was looking for someone to spill my thoughts to, *spams keyboard keys* "Computer says NAAEEEOOUUU!" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here mainly because I just couldn't find someone who has the time now lending me their listening year; someone who is mature enough to understand. Well blogs would just listen, and it's mature enough to not feedback nasty comments; they have all the time in the world to hear it. So yes, I've found the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my very very first time with the really stressed feeling over examinations. I'm pressuring myself too much. The past few days was rather hardcore, and I've finally felt the effects today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's it's pros and cons for giving oneself stress, I've realised.&lt;br /&gt;Pros being I will be motivated enough to revise and not procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;Cons being it feeling very lousy; emotionally as well as physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only taken a short 30mins real break today. Apart from that it's all work work and more work. Work since morning all the way till 1pm+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was coughing real badly by the end of Maths Paper II, pretty much to a stage where I felt like vomitting. What's more being just that few minutes late from entering hall during History paper caused a whole lot of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;phucking&lt;/span&gt; waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First was the nag, second was the staying back as I'm a student leader and getting nagged again, third was by one of the teachers from PE department, last was another teacher from the PE department. Dude man, I was coughing the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;phuck&lt;/span&gt; out of my lungs but I just didnt thought it'll be good taking a sip of water whilst getting all the lecturing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's more, a sort of whatever punishment you call it while lecturing was to freakin get us squatting there and listen? Dude. Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dunno? Perhaps what they've said is a matter of fact, or on the other hand may just be a threat. Who knows? What more could be of the underline meaning. To me I've already realised such "trends" going amongst Sports Capt, and in fact most of other student leader groups. Face the revolution, there's a change in Temasekian over time. And we're currently facing this crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhow, all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I just fail understanding why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why must people just kick up a fuss over such matter that could have been resolved over many different easier methods? They've seem to overlooked the chain reaction that comes along with it which causes a whole lot of inconvenience. What's more, look at the subject that one teach. One of which requires deep interprictation and understanding of a passage and it's style. Obviously for this case, a fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Total time wasted: One Hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home took a shower and stuck my face onto my AMaths textbook. Had tuition an hour or two later all the way till 7pm. Dinner after that and was more Amaths. Last two hours before blogging was all out on Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Amaths tuition, I felt terrible. Whenever I think about examinations, I'll cough real badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very last and only chance to prove myself. I just have to do it. So what the grades I've achieved during mid year? It shows nothing. What matters is the consistency of work and it's product. And it's that I'm worried about -- There is no where else I can head to but up; I've got to excel this time otherwise it's just the end of the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been passing time after the June Holidays rather lackadaisically. It has it's consequences, I'm feeling it now. All I did was to listen and take down notes in class; I don't practise neither do I revise. So it's only until a day before the paper, I start cramping everything in. Most went in, but some just doesn't. Those that doesn't could prove fatal at times. Sleeping not more than 4hours a day while overstressing myself is a perfect formula to disaster -- Stirring horrible emotional feelings as well as generating of bad health. Fatigue; shagged; lethargic; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even had the thought of crying. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For a short while, just to relief myself a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that sense of butterflies in the stomach, struggling to escape. It's good to know my tested chapters well, but in the process of knowing this feeling just sucks. I've currently felt this way twice since the start of examinations this year. Once was before POA, the other was just moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;I've went through and practised so much, that I'm practically desperate to attempt the paper immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reciting definitions over and over again; memorising all the simple identities stuff; going through working examples repetitively. All this are madness, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I've been doing weird things while revising. Citing an example was just now when I went into some real weird squatting motion while bouncing up and down reading through notes that flew off my bed onto the floor. I felt weird, but I just ignored and continued reading. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The feelings were strong&lt;br /&gt;My senses were gone&lt;br /&gt;Something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is going on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music does help at such point of time in coping with stress. The 30mins were spent taking in fresh air by my window while listening to music. At the same time reminiscing through some songs I used to love, singing them out loud realising my vocal range was not as bad as I've thought! Or at least just for a few songs... Screw Jason Mraz and Maroon 5 songs, they're real nice but most of them are of some pretty high pitching! Exceeding my range..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something occured at that very same time too. I first saw an ambulance rushing into the Bedok Reservoir Park carpark. It was followed by a Red Rhino, then a CPL Truck (the really really huge firetruck). Police arrived later, about a total of 5 police car, one of which is what I assumed for transporting of corpse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They drove in rather deep to the jogging tracks. From my window I could see a few man rushing with torches shining into the reservoir. Soon after the ambulance and firetrucks left, but the men there continued investigating the area with the torches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've assumed was that perhaps someone could have drowned there? Could be. I dunno? Well it's not the first time anyways. Shall watch the news tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do note that the statement I've made is just an assumption, I'm witnessing the entire event from afar. Couldn't really tell what exactly happened. Just looked pretty cool having all these vehicles going towards a same location simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOH Fyn is now literally LAME!:D&lt;br /&gt;Take care la bohdoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. pardon for any grammatical errors made in this post, too lazy to read through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5131358921013833333?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5131358921013833333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5131358921013833333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5131358921013833333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5131358921013833333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-hasnt-really-been-updated-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-8243638168396850230</id><published>2008-10-06T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T01:14:18.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"My voice, oh my voice!&lt;br /&gt;Where for art thou, my voice? Hie hie, come back anon.&lt;br /&gt;Return to whence you once would be." -guowei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so Shakespear. Haa!&lt;br /&gt;Well, my voice is somewhere in Lost Season IV. It began with a real sore and painful throat, and soon I realise the voice ranaway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA Paper II tomorrow, yay. All the best, guowei!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;And don't get too personal if I just keep signing away for the next few days (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-8243638168396850230?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8243638168396850230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=8243638168396850230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8243638168396850230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/8243638168396850230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-voice-oh-my-voice-where-for-art-thou.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6623811387521938464</id><published>2008-10-03T11:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:12:35.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An awesome song. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5kGQmNV4to/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5kGQmNV4to/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/spitsbeat/music/Z2Z3qYSH/bee_gees_how_deep_is_your_love/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Deep Is Your Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bee Gees.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know your eyes in the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;I feel you touch me in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;And the moment that you wander far from me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel you in my arms again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you come to me on a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Keep me warm in your love&lt;br /&gt;Then you softly leave&lt;br /&gt;And it's me you need to show&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;br /&gt;Breakin’ us down&lt;br /&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;br /&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;You know the door to my very soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the light in my deepest, darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;You're my saviour when I fall&lt;br /&gt;And you may not think I care for you&lt;br /&gt;When you know down inside&lt;br /&gt;That I really do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's me you need to show&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love?&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;br /&gt;Breakin’ us down&lt;br /&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;br /&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you come to me on a summer breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Keep me warm in your love&lt;br /&gt;Then you softly leave&lt;br /&gt;And it's me you need to show&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;How deep is your love&lt;br /&gt;I really need to learn&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're living in a world of fools&lt;br /&gt;Breakin’ us down&lt;br /&gt;When they all should let us be&lt;br /&gt;We belong to you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00342.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00341.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00340.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00348.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00347.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00347.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00346.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00343.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i193.photobucket.com/albums/z186/SpitsBeaT/DSC00343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are what you'll get when you put two freakin tardeds in #03-06 classroom after AMaths remedial on the day before a short school break.&lt;br /&gt;Cool though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Happy Birthday Jingquan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I know I've mentioned this before, but I seriously dislike blogs with songs playing in the background automatically. Especially when they are those hidden with javascript and that users cannot pause those songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6623811387521938464?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6623811387521938464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6623811387521938464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6623811387521938464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6623811387521938464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/awesome-song.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5306879987728526523</id><published>2008-10-02T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:50:37.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJdxyFQRanI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJdxyFQRanI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5306879987728526523?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5306879987728526523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5306879987728526523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5306879987728526523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5306879987728526523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-5824345569940848900</id><published>2008-09-30T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:58:49.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling uber weak now...&lt;br /&gt;HeadACHE, boneACHE, muscleACE, cough, sore throat, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ggxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better recover quick! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so sick of being sick, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-5824345569940848900?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5824345569940848900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=5824345569940848900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5824345569940848900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/5824345569940848900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-feeling-uber-weak-now.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2511494209858692142</id><published>2008-09-30T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T00:32:30.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6iua5KBLupg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6iua5KBLupg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rofl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDYCl6hou18&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yDYCl6hou18&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2511494209858692142?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2511494209858692142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2511494209858692142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2511494209858692142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2511494209858692142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/rofl.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6390479052306450789</id><published>2008-09-28T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:32:26.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;felt so lonely all of a sudden...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6390479052306450789?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6390479052306450789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6390479052306450789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6390479052306450789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6390479052306450789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/felt-so-lonely-all-of-sudden.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-2694390695471368022</id><published>2008-09-26T20:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:02:36.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna register as a Singapore Youth Olympics 2010 volunteer!! One has to be at least the age of 18 by 1st March 2010, that means I'm legible for it! I'm so darn tempted to join, but core training starts from Sept 2009. Which means IT'LL AFFECT MY 'O' LEVEL EXAMINATIONS NEXT YEAR!!! ARGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I should I?! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Hais, time to seek advice from my family &amp;amp; teachers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this morning, SUCKED.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up staring at dark clouds whilst having the sky littered with flashes every few seconds. What more did I expect; it started to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BEEE BEEE BAAAA PUUU PUUUUUUU!!!* Mad drivers roamed the streets. Already a gloomy morning yet chucked with all these sound pollutants. By 6.40am, cars jammed from the carpark beside Red Swastika Primary all the way till Tampines via Bedok Reservoir Rd. With the rain, it's really phucked up waiting at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buses could be seen in like just a few metres away, yet it couldn't move. I started walking to the bus 14 stop instead...&lt;br /&gt;That's about 2 long bus stop distance, WITHOUT SHELTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, but I see the primary school kids with HUGE umbrella; but mine was like LoL.&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Wear waterproof shoes the next time it pours and when I decide to walk to the bus 14 stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ENTIRE SHOE GOT SOAKED IN THE RAIN. They're constructing roads linking from my house that road directly to PIE. That area has some really bad drainage system.&lt;br /&gt;I was like walking, walking... *Splash!*, "#%%$!!"&lt;br /&gt;Pants wet, shoes wet. At least I didnt wear my sexy pair of white canvas shoes with black+white shoelaces (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was freezing in the bus man. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Reached school slightly late too. Went in class open up umbrella to air it, end up slicing off a small piece of meat of my left hand thumb. Basket bleed siol.&lt;br /&gt;Was barefooted the entire day in class. Haha. Seriously damn sick la, soaked socks soaked shoes...eeew. Rather not wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving school, langa the cut at the thumb again. Blood literally dripped, onto my phone screen. LoL.&lt;br /&gt;Went physics lab for the first aid kit(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home alr, took out the plaster. Not more than 5minutes later LANGA THE WOUND AGAIN. Wth sia bleed, again. Now it's with a waterproof plaster alr. Shall not take it off till perhaps tmr afternoon just to renew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry remedial tomorrow morning! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Farhana!! x3&lt;br /&gt;"I have a car... [ ]"&lt;br /&gt;Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously appreciate every teacher that conducts such extra lessons for us. Thank you all! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-2694390695471368022?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2694390695471368022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=2694390695471368022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2694390695471368022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/2694390695471368022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-register-as-singapore-youth.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1410632649064627155</id><published>2008-09-26T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:53:54.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my, played more than 7hrs of computer game. Woooo.&lt;br /&gt;It felt as though it's the end of FYE -- The 3 papers today were mentally consuming.&lt;br /&gt;English paper 1 &amp;amp; 2, as well as SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Glad that the chapters i've picked to study came out, heng ah. The moment the invigilator say "You may begin, NOW"...WAA PIAH MAN. I starting writing like siao at that very split second (started on SEQ). Woo man, but still wrote crap for the last part cos really no time..I still had to do SBQ part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SBQ kinda screwed, seriously i really suck at time management when it comes to social studies. I understood 75% of the source, i understood 99% of the questions, i know 100% the format to answer them, but the time I have is just a mere fraction of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that paper, my entire right arm ggxxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really was there scribbling NONSTOP. My words looked bad enough when just started, but by 45th minute...i just started painting all over the scripts. Hope the markers could read em man. Cos some parts smudged...MY HANDS WERE PERSPIRING PROFUSELY.&lt;br /&gt;Having sweaty palms just freakin sucks, se rious ly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I even had to put plaster at my right litter finger to prevent friction (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, but I don't feel like sleeping. Feeling quite hyper now, but there's still school tmr. Sian la. Can't wait for november holidays to drop by again...&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, it's a matter of fact. I don't wanna grow up... Can't I just stay as 16 years old forever? I feel myself ageing already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've found a clip on youtube of myself...KAN LA PUBOH. It was that very embarrassing moment I've encounted during the Heats round at Zouk. Hais walan eh, watched alr really dunno where to hide my face man. That vid even has comments that say "Who's that? It must have been really embarrassing!". Thanks ah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUCKS. I shall not post the vid here, go dig it out yourself!&lt;br /&gt;)': Seriously damn phucking embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want cry sia hais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-1410632649064627155?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1410632649064627155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1410632649064627155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1410632649064627155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1410632649064627155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my-played-more-than-7hrs-of-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-1459805525257539068</id><published>2008-09-19T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:58:23.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Sim Lim Square just now to purchase a graphics card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all who have pangsehed me. Seriously serious, never to give one false hope when you're in fact uncertain about things. Perhaps worse of all is if you're already certain you won't wanna come along yet you've promised to go. I rather one say NO in my face when I ask. Please note that I am not one of those hypocritical chaps, I prefer things more straight forward. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at it, yea. The pic below is the phucked graphics card.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SNOoydem0YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lX16-p1yUmQ/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247723575676686722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SNOoydem0YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lX16-p1yUmQ/s400/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one below is a I've-bought-wrong graphics card. $79 for it. I thought my motherboard slot is AGP, so went all the way there after CO meeting and asked so confidently for an AGP graphics card. Haha. Went home open up attempted fixing in, kan...Cannot fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called them and asked about it, they've suggested my motherboard to be PCI-e instead. So went all the way back down to bugis and made a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SNOoynOWsgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jXBMA4jgVBk/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247723578292875778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SNOoynOWsgI/AAAAAAAAAGM/jXBMA4jgVBk/s400/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exchanged for this, it costs $79 too, so yea! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An ATI Radeon X1600 PRO graphics card -- Whatever that means. LoL. Just sounds pro, cos of the word PRO at the end. Nice colour yo! Theres also a built on fan, that means my graphics card would not be as hot alr. 2 CPU fans blowing at it, haha. Summore I remove the casing for better ventilation(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One problem about the fan on this graphics card.. It generates slightly more noise than just 1 CPU fan (the one on motherboard). But owells, THANKS MUM FOR PAYING!!! (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The service of this shop's pretty good yea, so I shall recommend them to you if you're looking for some CPU parts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laser Distributor Pte Ltd&lt;br /&gt;Sim Lim Square&lt;br /&gt;#05-58&lt;br /&gt;Tel: 63362510&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SNOoyx7m69I/AAAAAAAAAGc/PBayDlb8jok/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247723581167037394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SNOoyx7m69I/AAAAAAAAAGc/PBayDlb8jok/s400/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!!!!!!!!! Had been searching everywhere to purchase this, and I'VE FINALLY FOUND IT FFS MAN! $3 nia, wooo Sim Lim Square rocks yo. Now my mic looks so cute, haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247723579367715730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SNOoyrOnc5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/oFEPF1c1kHI/s400/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh btw Bugis at 6.30pm on Fridays are like...holycrap. ONE train can cause a total major jam at the escalator up from platform. I went down the and saw 9234978446278916 ppl down there siol, scary. Summore another 897632786891 were already exiting Bugis MRT station alr. Note to self: Never to go Bugis after 6pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've finally found someone who walks as fast as me today at Tampines Int. I was walking my normal pace since I'm alone, suddenly I saw some dude by my side at about the same pace. I'm like WOO!! I thought, other than for myself, I could only see such walking pace in like Japan or Hongkong! The only time I'll walk real real real slow is when out with friends or family. Why? Cos I find walking one of the most time consuming event of life. Why take 5mins to walk X distance when you can speed up and take a 2min walk for the same X distance? 3 Mins can pangsai leh! Owells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously slow down A LOT when walking with you guys alr, seriously serious. If you gotta still ask me to slow down, I'll really start crawling literally one day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Promos are coming, gotta mug! I'm worried for both of my maths, as well as POA. Hais, stress siol. Hmm, since my comp's back I'm really tempted to continue on my webpage as well as recording more audio for the webpage itself. But a voice keeps echoing at the back of my head asking me to revise instead... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hais.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh just realised my blog's better viewed in 1280 by 1024 pixels screen resolution. Some still view in 1024 by 768...but the most ridiculous resolution that views my blog is 800 by 600 pixels (as reported in my Statcounter.com account). Dude, left-click your desktop&gt;Properties&gt;Settings tab, and under Screen resolution...SET TO SOMETHING MORE HUMAN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And and, my this graphics card can handle resolution up to 2048 by 1536 sia!!! WOOOO, too bad my monitor only 17", so max is 1280 x 1024..sian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why must I always be the one to start msging you? /dao mode activated! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-1459805525257539068?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1459805525257539068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=1459805525257539068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1459805525257539068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/1459805525257539068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-sim-lim-square-just-now-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/SNOoydem0YI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lX16-p1yUmQ/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-6696616674088154758</id><published>2008-09-15T17:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:45:06.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffE_wlWKFuo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ffE_wlWKFuo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WTP? Who the hell uploaded this!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eeew yucks sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why no Live Audition clip?! ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-6696616674088154758?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6696616674088154758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=6696616674088154758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6696616674088154758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/6696616674088154758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/wtp-who-hell-posted-this-eeew-yucks.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-926802050814364513</id><published>2008-09-13T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:02:20.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fun! Though didnt make it to the finals.&lt;br /&gt;It's more of a friend-making-session for me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore all white, best choice of colour in Zouk man. I blend into the lightings, nomatter what colour. Awesome. And im known as the Superman inside by the DJs, hehe..Cos i wore my superman shirt with a white jacket over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DJs from 987fm are horny -- "My pants are getting tight...", tat's after a super hot and chio girl did a dance thing in a contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th birthday shall be celebrated in Zouk man, SO MANY CHIO BUs!!! Hot siol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-926802050814364513?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/926802050814364513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=926802050814364513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/926802050814364513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/926802050814364513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/yesterday-was-fun-though-didnt-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34946839.post-159254653379928291</id><published>2008-09-12T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:51:24.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The live audition round starts tonight, 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;iAmNervous. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im nervous if i make it through the live audition, cos what i presume would be battles...&lt;br /&gt;I hate battles. My upperhand's on performances; not battles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would I stand? Gosh, should I take a quick nap? Arghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can invite 2 friends into this event, that means they do not have to pay any entry fees. However, they must be 18 years old and above..&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta emphasize this, I AM GOING ALONE. Damn sad ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34946839-159254653379928291?l=spitsbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/159254653379928291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34946839&amp;postID=159254653379928291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/159254653379928291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34946839/posts/default/159254653379928291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitsbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/live-audition-round-starts-tonight-7.html' title=''/><author><name>SpitsBeaT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04509393009183237838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WA7hBCcQn8I/TUAzsH0rrwI/AAAAAAAAASU/y2fxc4ycbIU/s220/User%2Bavatar.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
