<?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-10105937</id><updated>2011-10-30T05:32:09.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klutz</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog!! so again comments are velcome &amp;amp; suggestions greatly appreciated... thxs in advance</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-4982304949958472724</id><published>2011-01-30T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T21:53:52.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big, Small and Beyond</title><content type='html'>"Think big, think small and think beyond" That is the name for HP's new event coming this february... I'm now totally psyche about this event... There has been many speculations about what the event would cover and here I'm gonna give my own take on what actually is think big, think small and think beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think big: I believe that it can go two way... Think big as in think bigger in size (tablets) which is no surprise in any case there are already leaks, which I still believe are not leaks of the actual product. However, it could also mean to think bigger as in HP is gonna bring webOS to a bigger audience and wider base. With all the talk about scale that HP brings to Palm, I think we can expect wider audience to be able to get webOS hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think small: As in smaller in size as well? Sure, it has been said that HP would bring webOS into the smallest smartphone which is projected to be able to target the tweens of today. I dun pretend to be a tween but a small smartphone seems pretty interesting to me and I would definitely be interested to buy one if it actually comes to SG. However, small can also mean details. HP would be paying more attention into the smaller details and with ENYO (face) coming wouldnt tat be an interesting combination??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last is to think beyond: Maybe because I'm selfish and I really really want a webOS phone but I'm keeping my fingers crossed about this particular one... To think beyond is to think beyond the shores of US or UK and bring to other countries (SINGAPORE PLEASE!!!). It also has to mean their ecosystem (a whole network of webOS phones working together? wouldn't that be great?!?!). In a world where I can go from using my phone to make toast to organising everything from my phone... I my now officially psyche about wad HP can bring with webOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too forward looking that I am willing to sacrifice a few months to wait for something GREAT like webOS.. But this is the first time I can say that I have found the phone that I really really want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-4982304949958472724?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/4982304949958472724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=4982304949958472724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4982304949958472724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4982304949958472724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-small-and-beyond.html' title='Big, Small and Beyond'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-4438270872980743277</id><published>2010-11-29T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T06:23:41.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phone...</title><content type='html'>Seriously considering to change my phone for sometime already AAAANNNNDDD... I found the almost perfect phone for me!!! Palm Pre 2!! or now that HP has bought over shld it be called HP Palm Pre 2?!?! Very long name... anyway... Unfortunately, I live in Singapore and seriously the telco here have the worse tastes in phones... the phones we have are all popular phones and nothing else... So here is me hoping that Palm actually brings it in... the website for Palm Singapore is still stuck at "introducing the webOS" with a picture of a pre 1 or pre minus as forum pple like to call it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I have to wait for another 10 months or so to actually be able to change my plan... been itching for a data plan for the longest time now... soooooo.... still have to wait... in the meantime, I've been camping for pre updates....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-4438270872980743277?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/4438270872980743277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=4438270872980743277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4438270872980743277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4438270872980743277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-phone.html' title='New phone...'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1873637597911872381</id><published>2010-08-27T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T09:25:18.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>SUPER long nvr blog le... updates updates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARCRAFT II is out~! At leas the first installation is... haha... Wings of Liberty... It contains all the terran missions and honestly, I couldn't care less... yet I have to play it all the same and I did... dl-ed it and played my hearts out... even though its like my 1st semester's finals... More about that later... I had like sooooo much fun with it that I had to play the protoss race and so I went on my quest to further find out how exactly to get the stupid map working... and finally... after weeks upon weeks of searching I found it in the most stupidest ways... I shall not further degrade myself but I'm finally playing it and I'm like so happy right now that even my brother's taunts did not bother me... wahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez... Since its me... I have to talk about my studies... Been studying in SUNY for awhile alrdy... specifically 1 semester and 1 month... Been fun so far... Orientation was tiring but I met some really nice pple... Although we subsequently got separated into different classes we still see each other here and there... Meanwhile, I've been hanging out with my ESL classmates... very cool pple... had fun insulting them (like I always do... I have no idea why though...) and just goofing around... haha... Studies have been going great... I totally lurving Psychology... Its totally like I've been born for it.. haha... unfortunately my results were not as great as wad I was hoping for... Got B for Eng, B+ for Music, A- for Psychology and an A for maths... I mean seriously... wad kind of world is this... A for maths and B for english... I'm like wanting to kill myself alrdy and my friends said I did well... OMG la... maybe I'm a bit over melodramatic but hey... I'm hoping for the scholarship to go to US so I can have a holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... now the main point why I decided to update this blog... I EXERCISED 3 TIMES THIS WEEK~! ON MY OWN~~! This is totally cause for celebration... seriously... how many chances do I get to say that... haha... but in all seriousness... I plan to exercise at least 2 times a week starting last week... so far so good huh? But the pain comes next week when my school starts again... so I will have to see what happens then I guess... and I'm also considering working either these coming months or next year when my semester ends... I guess I have to see if I can cope with the school-load first...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1873637597911872381?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1873637597911872381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1873637597911872381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1873637597911872381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1873637597911872381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2010/08/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-7071788590378081298</id><published>2010-05-05T01:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T01:43:37.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Adventures Part 3</title><content type='html'>Actually its not part 3 per say... but its the 3rd time I'm blogging about it so might as well la... Item up for bid today would be chocolate chip cookies. Cause I saw it would be the easier item to bake as compared to other baked goods so I'm giving it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste-wise its fine... like a cookie but a bit different in terms of texture. Maybe I'll try to shape it before cooking. I believe it might work better... Now to get some opinions on soft or hard cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop brownies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-7071788590378081298?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/7071788590378081298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=7071788590378081298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/7071788590378081298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/7071788590378081298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2010/05/cooking-adventures-part-3.html' title='Cooking Adventures Part 3'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-392919146722617096</id><published>2010-04-17T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:51:47.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Adventure Part 2</title><content type='html'>Hah... tried to cook souffle today... Was quite ok with almost all the ingredients here, cept that I cannot find any cream in my local NTUC... So wad the hell... I tried to make it with a canned whipped single cream... So I started to make it... cooking was simple enough... But from wad I gather, the hardest part wasnt the cooking. But whats after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souffle is set for a night but still not firm. So I took it to freeze in my fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tested the souffle, taste-wise it was ok, not much I would change but texture wise I would need some more training... seeing as I havent grasp how to make it actually firm yet soft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-392919146722617096?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/392919146722617096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=392919146722617096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/392919146722617096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/392919146722617096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2010/04/cooking-adventure-part-2.html' title='Cooking Adventure Part 2'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1248699478995894778</id><published>2010-04-05T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T00:38:03.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cooking Adventure Part 1</title><content type='html'>My first time cooking since a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, my quest to tackle my very own Achilles heel- baking. My first time killing my own promise to myself... but more of that another time... I tried to cook a farmhouse white bread. Which in my opinion is a kind of bread that Hansel and Gretel ate when they were going to the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it in a rush this morning before going to pray for Qing Ming Festival. It was a total chance that I actually got the tools I needed to bake the bread on the very day. I was totally happy that I was going to cook again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... If I may say so myself, its quite a nicely made. I'll probably put up some snapshots after I get around to taking them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] I made a small mistake of making the bread... I kind of did not knead it well enough so that the bread is more thick rather than soft ( which it should be ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1248699478995894778?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1248699478995894778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1248699478995894778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1248699478995894778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1248699478995894778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-cooking-adventure-part-1.html' title='My Cooking Adventure Part 1'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2592128097444869737</id><published>2009-12-15T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:03:59.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas around the corner</title><content type='html'>Hey hey... Holidays are coming soonz... and that means I ORD LO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... loved the sound of that... Too bad that also means that poor ol' me will be jobless... haha... time to get a job soon... and rack in the cash... &lt;br /&gt;consumers beware!&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for your cash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got job to intro?? haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note... Why doesnt Singapore snow?? ITS FREAKING HOT!!! We should have snow like for one or two months a year so I can wear nice trench coats and thick clothing or do layering and stuff liddat... It will be so fun... and not BURN here in Singapore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I got a new handphone!!! Blackberry Curve!!! Super cool... haha... SUPER loving it right now... makes me handphone using life so simple... So longing to see Nic, and Clo and the rest of them... MUST MEET UP SOON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2592128097444869737?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2592128097444869737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2592128097444869737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2592128097444869737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2592128097444869737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-around-corner.html' title='Christmas around the corner'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1885489363230469126</id><published>2009-07-16T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:48:23.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allergy test</title><content type='html'>I did my allergy test today~! Haha... okiez its nothing much to blog about la but at least I discovered what I am allergic to... Dust Mites... and all kinds at that... Plus dog and cat fur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... my hand is itching like hell.... and has loads of holes... pokey pokey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1885489363230469126?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1885489363230469126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1885489363230469126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1885489363230469126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1885489363230469126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/07/allergy-test.html' title='Allergy test'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-3418959343277770543</id><published>2009-06-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:59:35.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UVERworld</title><content type='html'>Wahahahaha... UVERworld coming out with new single~!!!! Gonna get it~!!!! ARGH!!! and I dun even noe y the hell I'm posting this kinda rubbish on my blog... haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOW YOUR SUPPORT FOR UVERworld!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note... I'd be really really really really and I can't stress this enough... really busy this coming month... loads of planning and research and reading to do... so don't expect me to be much fun... Its about time to get back to living my life after a long long break ----&gt; due to some reason of serving the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I hate NS life or anything... I just dun find it meaningful if I gain nothing from it... well at least this 1 year plus ( will reach 2 years in a few more months ) I have learnt some new things and seen things which I may never see if I din enlist... So all is not lost... like what many people say to go for long distances we need rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not comment on the stress and displeasures of camp life I have experenced over the months... but shall look forward to the future!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-3418959343277770543?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/3418959343277770543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=3418959343277770543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3418959343277770543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3418959343277770543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/06/uverworld.html' title='UVERworld'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-5597682625411664329</id><published>2009-05-16T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:59:04.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S/S Time</title><content type='html'>Its the Spring/Summer Time~! So time for short and cool clothes... haha... I'm being bimbotic... Anyway, saw some nice clothes from this &lt;a href="http://www.marcjacobs.com/"&gt;site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the clothes that I like are shown below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1wfLkCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HPt5nWQQX-4/s1600-h/fw5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1wfLkCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HPt5nWQQX-4/s320/fw5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336434429471199266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1hxQR-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VJIR4YfX2oc/s1600-h/fw4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1hxQR-I/AAAAAAAAAEE/VJIR4YfX2oc/s320/fw4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336434425520474082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1j1LUwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/--3a4G58ysk/s1600-h/fw3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1j1LUwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/--3a4G58ysk/s320/fw3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336434426073797378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1aUj0RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3PhOF6XzF0s/s1600-h/fw2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1aUj0RI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3PhOF6XzF0s/s320/fw2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336434423521071378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1YjEFII/AAAAAAAAADs/Jb07Zw7i8sk/s1600-h/fw1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1YjEFII/AAAAAAAAADs/Jb07Zw7i8sk/s320/fw1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336434423045035138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7UWK7FYGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YhxbRpXBiuk/s1600-h/fw7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7UWK7FYGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YhxbRpXBiuk/s320/fw7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336436085834997858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7UWBXPrCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AMdVTjwcTRw/s1600-h/fw6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7UWBXPrCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AMdVTjwcTRw/s320/fw6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336436083268758562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-5597682625411664329?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/5597682625411664329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=5597682625411664329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5597682625411664329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5597682625411664329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/05/ss-time.html' title='S/S Time'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XE0nIc0Bewk/Sg7S1wfLkCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HPt5nWQQX-4/s72-c/fw5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2864495759793825814</id><published>2009-05-02T08:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:21:13.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Update</title><content type='html'>Forgot to post that I had a really nice time going with some of me guys in army to nights out to Turf City and eat seafood... haha... Seemingly simple but its really nice since we never do that before... haha... Discovered that most of our people can actually sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Today I went to Orchard for some shopping spree... and to my horror I discovered that Singaporeans are SO~ "Kay-Po" or should I say busybodies... I saw on the train towards City Hall and half-way through the journey, the poor woman started screaming at the top of her voice... I mean that its obviously at the top of her voice... since that I could hear her through my MP3... haha... its certainly loud... I wasnt paying any attention after that since my song was more interesting. Howeve, I saw the most amazing thing, everyone else in the cabin was all looking in the direction of the poor women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird how people want to know about other people when I'm sure they themselves have a lot of problems that they face themselves. Its weird when you think about it. Why do you want to deal with other people when they cannot even deal with themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2864495759793825814?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2864495759793825814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2864495759793825814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2864495759793825814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2864495759793825814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-update.html' title='Update Update'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2692896680941427209</id><published>2009-03-27T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:23:15.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colour Quiz</title><content type='html'>Okiez... the other time I was like bored and stuff so I went and found this short yet oddly accurate quiz... &lt;a href="http://colorquiz.com/index.php"&gt;Link here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez... anyway here's my result for today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Existing Situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately needs a close relationship with an affectionate and accepting partner; or some other way to be recognized and known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stress Sources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looking to stand out in the crowd and wanting to keep his rank and status. His current situation is irritating him because he can't seem to find anybody out there who values the same high standards he does. He is feeling isolated and wants to give in to his carnal urges, but can't bring himself to appear weak in the eyes of others. Wants others to see his unique qualities and character but can't stand to come off as needy, so instead he has an ""I don't care"" attitude and pushing people away. He turns his back on those who criticizes his behavior, but beneath his indifference is a person who is in desperate need of approval."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Restrained Characteristics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has high emotional expectations and desires to be the center of attention, which makes it difficult to find a satisfying relationship. His reserved, cautious nature makes him emotionally distant. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally demanding and will involve himself in close relationships but won't get too involved or give too much of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Current situation makes him feel unable to prove himself, but tries to make the best of things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applies tough standards to his potential partner and demands an unrealistic perfection in his sex life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current situation is leaving him doubtful and cautions about becoming intimately involved with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Desired Objective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives life to the fullest. Has a high energy level and is always on the go. He is very active and his actions often lead to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My actual problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoys making new plans and goals, but needs to be respected and admired for the things he accomplishes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Problem No. 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is disappointed and let down, feels there is no point in making new goals as they will leave him feeling the same way. Looking for friendly, pleasant relationships with others, who will further develop his intellect. Feels his current relationships are empty and holding him back. Reacting with an intense desire to become involved in various activities aimed at achieving his goals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupz... okiez la.. some yes some no... budden overall still quite accurate.. I mean its relatable to wad I'm experiencing now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2692896680941427209?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2692896680941427209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2692896680941427209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2692896680941427209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2692896680941427209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/03/colour-quiz.html' title='Colour Quiz'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-5971885542092774098</id><published>2009-03-27T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:16:34.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poked</title><content type='html'>Went to MA today... wahaha... super weird la... I mean I saw a lot of weird things today... 1st while waiting I saw 2 convicts going to MA also at the specialists... I mean they are pple also ma... so will get sick as well... and dun get me wrong... I dun hate them for what they did, whatever they did, I mean its all in the past and its not like you can change the past anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my number was flashed on the screen, I went in the room and saw like 2 doctors inside. I was like " I'm screwed! " haha... I kinda dun like doctors.. Then the female doc was like introducting herself and the other doc to me... So I was like "uh huh..." Anyway... I told her my prob and she was like I'll do a check in ur nose with a cam and it costs 64 bucks for the whole thing... I was like ok..., thinking that it would be like put me on a reclining chair and all and bright lights to shine on me face kinda deal... den she called me to sit on another chair and plucked out the cam from nowhere... I was like WOW!!! then she went on to spray some thing in my nose to make it numb... it was like spraying water den I realised than my nose channel is like turning all soggy feeling... And went in the camera and it was I think to her speculations, all red and inflammed... then in went the camera to the other nostril... and I was like choked or smth... she saying its congested... I was like thinking arent u forcing it too hard??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the meds she gave me is the same as the ones the poly gave me... tat means more nasal spray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-5971885542092774098?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/5971885542092774098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=5971885542092774098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5971885542092774098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5971885542092774098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/03/poked.html' title='Poked'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1871768381888266536</id><published>2009-03-06T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:20:40.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twlight Series</title><content type='html'>Ok... I was too lazy to post anything in the last few weeks. With all the things that I have to do and think about I guessed that I kind of neglected anything and everything around me. Now that things have kind of going back to place I guess I cannot leave my blog unattended anymore since I guess that some people are actually reading this. Not that I really mind if anyone do not read it anyway. Its kind of more like a record of my life and existence than anything else to me anyway, so its more of a "I do this thing for the sake of doing it kind of feeling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to the real reason why I wanted to post this. I managed to finish reading the whole Twilight series and stuff so as promised in my previous post that I would gib my whole comment on the book and stuff. I'll try my best to not add any spoilers so as to allow people who actually want to give the book a try some sense of suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the 1st book: Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is from the POV (point of view) of a girl who thinks too much and you can believe me when I say too much I do mean TOO much. I personally am a person who like to think a lot about life and stuff but she is a totally obsessed person who thinks a lot. Basically the whole book is about how she fell in love with a guy who happens to be a vampire ( how dreamy and unreal is that? ). Overall, its a teenage love romance kind of story that I would not actually read if not for my curious nature plus my idea of not letting things get half done no matter what. So anyway, I began reading the book and thought it was a good book to pass the time if u have nothing else to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd book: New Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story continues. With Bella meeting another supernatural creature. Although, not hard to guess given the nature of the book being romance themed. Edward has a rival! Haha... typical right?? But in a way refreshing as the author shows the constant struggle between Bella and her new found relationship and her still hanging on relationship with Edward. An interesting book given the fact that the author emphasises so much on the relationships and how Bella struggles with herself which makes it more interesting as Bella tends to overthink things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd book: Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella and Edward's relationship develops further and further and yet she still wants to get hold of her other relationship. If I was Edward, I would have literally killed the other guy out of jealousy. Budden its more of a teenage book so ya tat part wasnt there. Anyway this book talks a lot about how you cannot like 2 person at the same time and expect the guy you like to understand. Which I don't understand even though Edward said that he would understand if she chose the other guy over him. I would do the same thing as well but I certainly wun understand. Oh ya and another disaster strikes Bella with a whole gang of vampys trying to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th book: Breaking dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final book and lo behold, Bella goes and does smth more dangerous that I would never think of. Well, I can't say that the author's boring after I read this book though. A lot of fresh ideas in this book that I nvr thought before. Plus, she gets into more trouble than all the previous books added tgt. Forgive my use of abbreviations. Typing is trying on me. Back to topic, in the end alls well that ends well I guess. No surprises there though. Its a typical romance book afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side story: Midnight Sun Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say this side story if my favourite of all that the author has written for the Twilight series. Wait, its the only side story. But my point is this, the chapter says a lot about the character Edward and after seeing it frm Bella's POV I think that readin this book makes the Twilight book more whole and I highly recommend this book. Or at least read the 1st chapter at least. I'm also waiting for the rest of the parts to come out. Seems promising, provided that the author does not kill it in the end. Not that there is much to kill. The ending is already known to almost the whole world by the time any of you actually read this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaing the Twilight book really makes me think about love and romance. Plus the book that I just finished not long ago - Into the Labyrinth. And I quote from the latter " I was taught by the labyrinth to hate and not to love. " Which brings me to think, I wasnt really taught to love, just what is right and wrong wad to do and wad not to. You can say tat now, I'm afraid of relationships. I push away people whom I wanna be close to and hope that they stay away cause I'm afraid that they would nvr like the real me. Or that they would actually betray me in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1871768381888266536?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1871768381888266536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1871768381888266536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1871768381888266536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1871768381888266536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/03/twlight-series.html' title='Twlight Series'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-8332885520963590385</id><published>2009-02-16T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:11:12.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocab part 2</title><content type='html'>I'm guessing this will take sometime so I'm be doin this in camp... haha... din wanna waste precious CV time at home to do this kind of thing. Anyway, its been a slow week and all... will say it when I actually can find the words to do so. On a side note, I've finished all 4 books of the Twilight series and seriously speakin, I cant find the need for all the hoo ha tat has been going around for these few weeks. I'm guessing the actor in the movie had a HUGE part to play adding to all the hoo ha tat has been happening. I have to say tat he looks delicious and all, this coming from me is quite a statement and for me to say this out loud will probably make my reputation go down the drain. haha... budden I oni say the truth ma... so Im ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I dun discriminate between pple. My philosophy in life is tat pple are all different and tat we shld treat individual as he or she is and not make comparisons between. But I digress, the book series was not a bad read if u actually are bored but other than tat I doubt u would gain much insight on life, which I search for in books tat I read. I mean romance is one thing, the author emphasize a lot on the thoughts of the pple instead of the feelings which I was actually planning to read about instead of the usual I wanna read into your mind see what your thoughts are thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... here goes the words... References are from &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarmac&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;2. (lowercase) a road, airport runway, parking area, etc., paved with Tarmac, tarmacadam, or a layer of tar.&lt;br /&gt;3. (lowercase) a layer or covering of Tarmac, tarmacadam, or tar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;transgress&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to violate a law, command, moral code, etc.; offend; sin.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;2. to pass over or go beyond (a limit, boundary, etc.): to transgress bounds of prudence.&lt;br /&gt;3. to go beyond the limits imposed by (a law, command, etc.); violate; infringe: to transgress the will of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dither&lt;br /&gt;n.   A state of indecisive agitation. &lt;br /&gt;intr.v.   dith·ered, dith·er·ing, dith·ers &lt;br /&gt;To be nervously irresolute in acting or doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupor&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. suspension or great diminution of sensibility, as in disease or as caused by narcotics, intoxicants, etc.: He lay there in a drunken stupor.&lt;br /&gt;2. mental torpor; apathy; stupefaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intrigue&lt;br /&gt;verb, -trigued, -tri⋅guing, noun&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to arouse the curiosity or interest of by unusual, new, or otherwise fascinating or compelling qualities; appeal strongly to; captivate: The plan intrigues me, but I wonder if it will work.&lt;br /&gt;2. to achieve or earn by appealing to another's curiosity, fancy, or interest: to intrigue one's way into another's notice.&lt;br /&gt;3. to draw or capture: Her interest was intrigued by the strange symbol.&lt;br /&gt;4. to accomplish or force by crafty plotting or underhand machinations.&lt;br /&gt;5. Obsolete. to entangle.&lt;br /&gt;6. Obsolete. to trick or cheat.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;7. to plot craftily or underhandedly.&lt;br /&gt;8. to carry on a secret or illicit love affair.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;9. the use of underhand machinations or deceitful stratagems.&lt;br /&gt;10. such a machination or stratagem or a series of them; a plot or crafty dealing: political intrigues.&lt;br /&gt;11. a secret or illicit love affair.&lt;br /&gt;12. the series of complications forming the plot of a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrawl&lt;br /&gt;v.   tr. &lt;br /&gt;To write hastily or illegibly. &lt;br /&gt;v.   intr. &lt;br /&gt;To write in a sprawling, irregular manner. &lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;Irregular, often illegible handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;Something, such as a note, written hastily or illegibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cursive&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. (of handwriting) in flowing strokes with the letters joined together.&lt;br /&gt;2. Printing. in flowing strokes resembling handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;3. a cursive letter or character.&lt;br /&gt;4. Printing. a style of typeface simulating handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martyr&lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;One who chooses to suffer death rather than renounce religious principles.&lt;br /&gt;One who makes great sacrifices or suffers much in order to further a belief, cause, or principle.&lt;br /&gt;One who endures great suffering: a martyr to arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;One who makes a great show of suffering in order to arouse sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;tr.v.   mar·tyred, mar·tyr·ing, mar·tyrs &lt;br /&gt;To make a martyr of, especially to put to death for devotion to religious beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;To inflict great pain on; torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chiseled&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. cut, shaped, etc., with a chisel: chiseled stone.&lt;br /&gt;2. sharply or clearly shaped; clear-cut: She has finely chiseled features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;billow&lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;A large wave or swell of water.&lt;br /&gt;A great swell, surge, or undulating mass, as of smoke or sound.&lt;br /&gt;v.   bil·lowed, bil·low·ing, bil·lows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.   intr. &lt;br /&gt;To surge or roll in billows.&lt;br /&gt;To swell out or bulge: sheets billowing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;v.   tr. &lt;br /&gt;To cause to billow: wind that billowed the sails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cobble&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object) -bled, -bling.&lt;br /&gt;1. to mend (shoes, boots, etc.); patch.&lt;br /&gt;2. to put together roughly or clumsily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spurt&lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;A sudden forcible gush or jet.&lt;br /&gt;A sudden short burst, as of energy, activity, or growth.&lt;br /&gt;v.   spurt·ed, spurt·ing, spurts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.   intr. &lt;br /&gt;To gush forth suddenly in a jet.&lt;br /&gt;To make a brief intense effort or show a sudden increase in activity or speed.&lt;br /&gt;v.   tr. &lt;br /&gt;To force out in a sudden jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distended&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. increased, as in size, volume, etc.; expanded; dilated: the distended nostrils of the terrified horse.&lt;br /&gt;2. swollen, by or as by internal pressure, out of normal size or shape; protuberant: distended wineskins; the distended arteries of his neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;milled&lt;br /&gt;–verb&lt;br /&gt;1. pt. and pp. of mill 1 .&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;2. (of a coin) struck by a mill or press and usually finished with transverse ribs or grooves: milled dimes and quarters.&lt;br /&gt;3. ground or hulled in a mill: milled wheat.&lt;br /&gt;4. pressed flat by rolling: milled board.&lt;br /&gt;5. Obsolete. (of metal) polished by mechanical means: a suit of milled armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edifice&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a building, esp. one of large size or imposing appearance.&lt;br /&gt;2. any large, complex system or organization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bemuse&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object), -mused, -mus⋅ing.&lt;br /&gt;to bewilder or confuse (someone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leer&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to look with a sideways or oblique glance, esp. suggestive of lascivious interest or sly and malicious intention: I can't concentrate with you leering at me.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;2. a lascivious or sly look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;infinitesimal&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. indefinitely or exceedingly small; minute: infinitesimal vessels in the circulatory system.&lt;br /&gt;2. immeasurably small; less than an assignable quantity: to an infinitesimal degree.&lt;br /&gt;3. of, pertaining to, or involving infinitesimals.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;4. an infinitesimal quantity.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mathematics. a variable having zero as a limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lank&lt;br /&gt;-adjective, -er, -est.&lt;br /&gt;1. (of plants) unduly long and slender: lank grass; lank, leafless trees.&lt;br /&gt;2. (of hair) straight and limp; without spring or curl.&lt;br /&gt;3. lean; gaunt; thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;androgynous&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. being both male and female; hermaphroditic.&lt;br /&gt;2. having both masculine and feminine characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;3. having an ambiguous sexual identity.&lt;br /&gt;4. neither clearly masculine nor clearly feminine in appearance: the androgynous look of many rock stars.&lt;br /&gt;5. Botany. having staminate and pistillate flowers in the same inflorescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scrunch&lt;br /&gt;v.   tr. &lt;br /&gt;To crush or crunch.&lt;br /&gt;To crumple or squeeze; hunch: scrunched up their shoulders; scrunch one's nose against a window.&lt;br /&gt;v.   intr. &lt;br /&gt;To hunch: "The men scrunched closer" (Susan Dworski).&lt;br /&gt;To move with or make a crunching sound: scrunching along the gravel path.&lt;br /&gt;n.   A crunching sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subterranean&lt;br /&gt;–adjective Also, sub⋅ter⋅ra⋅ne⋅ous.&lt;br /&gt;1. existing, situated, or operating below the surface of the earth; underground.&lt;br /&gt;2. existing or operating out of sight or secretly; hidden or secret.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;3. a person or thing that is subterranean.&lt;br /&gt;4. a subterrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ebony&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a hard, heavy, durable wood, most highly prized when black, from various tropical trees of the genus Diospyros, as D. ebenum of southern India and Sri Lanka, used for cabinetwork, ornamental objects, etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. any tree yielding such wood.&lt;br /&gt;3. any of various similar woods or trees.&lt;br /&gt;4. a deep, lustrous black.&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;5. Also, ebon. made of ebony.&lt;br /&gt;6. of a deep, lustrous black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chafed&lt;br /&gt;verb, chafed, chaf⋅ing, noun&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to wear or abrade by rubbing: He chafed his shoes on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;2. to make sore by rubbing: Her collar chafed her neck.&lt;br /&gt;3. to irritate; annoy: The dripping of the faucet chafed her nerves.&lt;br /&gt;4. to warm by rubbing: to chafe cold hands.&lt;br /&gt;5. Obsolete. to heat; make warm.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;6. to become worn or sore from rubbing: His neck began to chafe from the starched collar.&lt;br /&gt;7. to rub; press with friction: The horse chafed against his stall.&lt;br /&gt;8. to be irritated or annoyed: He chafed at their constant interruptions.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;9. irritation; annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;10. heat, wear, or soreness caused by rubbing.&lt;br /&gt;—Idiom&lt;br /&gt;11. chafe at the bit, to become impatient at delay: The work was going very slowly, and he began to chafe at the bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghoulish&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. strangely diabolical or cruel; monstrous: a ghoulish and questionable sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;2. showing fascination with death, disease, maiming, etc.; morbid: ghoulish curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;3. of, pertaining to, or like a ghoul or ghouls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apathetic&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. having or showing little or no emotion: apathetic behavior.&lt;br /&gt;2. not interested or concerned; indifferent or unresponsive: an apathetic audience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mahogany&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. any of several tropical American trees of the genus Swietenia, esp. S. mahagoni and S. macrophylla, yielding hard, reddish-brown wood used for making furniture.&lt;br /&gt;2. the wood itself.&lt;br /&gt;3. any of various similar trees or their wood. Compare African mahogany, Philippine mahogany.&lt;br /&gt;4. a reddish-brown color.&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;5. pertaining to or made of mahogany.&lt;br /&gt;6. of the color mahogany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antechamber&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;a chamber or room that serves as a waiting room and entrance to a larger room or an apartment; anteroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cavernous&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. being, resembling, or suggestive of a cavern: a vast, cavernous room.&lt;br /&gt;2. deep-set: cavernous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;3. hollow and deep-sounding: a cavernous voice.&lt;br /&gt;4. containing caverns.&lt;br /&gt;5. full of small cavities; porous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convened&lt;br /&gt;verb, -vened, -ven⋅ing.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to come together or assemble, usually for some public purpose.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;2. to cause to assemble; convoke.&lt;br /&gt;3. to summon to appear, as before a judicial officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sienna&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a ferruginous earth used as a yellowish-brown pigment (raw sienna) or, after roasting in a furnace, as a reddish-brown pigment (burnt sienna).&lt;br /&gt;2. the color of such a pigment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inure&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;1. to accustom to hardship, difficulty, pain, etc.; toughen or harden; habituate (usually fol. by to): inured to cold.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;2. to come into use; take or have effect.&lt;br /&gt;3. to become beneficial or advantageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shale&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;a rock of fissile or laminated structure formed by the consolidation of clay or argillaceous material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faux pas&lt;br /&gt;a slip or blunder in etiquette, manners, or conduct; an embarrassing social blunder or indiscretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entourage&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1. a group of attendants or associates, as of a person of rank or importance: The opera singer traveled with an entourage of 20 people.&lt;br /&gt;2. surroundings; environment: a house with a charming entourage of trees and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;3. Architecture. the landscaping and other nearby environmental features shown on a rendering of a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scoffed&lt;br /&gt;v.   tr. &lt;br /&gt;To mock at or treat with derision. &lt;br /&gt;v.   intr. &lt;br /&gt;To show or express derision or scorn. &lt;br /&gt;n.   An expression of derision or scorn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acquisitive&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;tending or seeking to acquire and own, often greedily; eager to get wealth, possessions, etc.: our acquisitive impulses; acquisitive societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statuesque&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;like or suggesting a statue, as in massive or majestic dignity, grace, or beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ornate&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. elaborately or sumptuously adorned, often excessively or showily so: They bought an ornate Louis XIV sofa.&lt;br /&gt;2. embellished with rhetoric; florid or high-flown: an ornate style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lustrous&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. having luster; shining; luminous: lustrous eyes.&lt;br /&gt;2. brilliant; splendid; resplendent; illustrious: a lustrous career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opulent&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1. characterized by or exhibiting opulence: an opulent suite.&lt;br /&gt;2. wealthy, rich, or affluent.&lt;br /&gt;3. richly supplied; abundant or plentiful: opulent sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;portcullis&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;(esp. in medieval castles) a strong grating, as of iron, made to slide along vertical grooves at the sides of a gateway of a fortified place and let down to prevent passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez... here are the words for now... Cause Im a lazy person, I cannot just bang everything at once... oh ya... Ill do smth abt my blog having too many pictures at so high a resolution tat it take a hell long a time just to load... Ill upload the pictures in photobucket which I have already done and put the link to the album and if u wanna see the pictures den go to the link and see lorz... otherwise my blog will take years just to load...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-8332885520963590385?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/8332885520963590385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=8332885520963590385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/8332885520963590385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/8332885520963590385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/02/vocab-part-2.html' title='Vocab part 2'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-43688167102399420</id><published>2009-01-16T23:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:05:07.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>CNY is coming soonz, and its like busy busy busy with all the preparations and stuffs. However, this year it feels totally different. Not to say that there are a few changes that had happened over the last few months, but it feels like this coming year smth is gonna happen that I fear. The feeling of dread is filling up the atmosphere around me and I'm like not feeling the best of moods nowadays. When im near pple I can act normally as I do and stuffs but the feeling is still there. Its like I cant do anything and I'm just waiting for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised tat coming into army, although I'm still horrified by the fact that I have to spend 2 years of my life in national service, its a fact and I cant change it so Ive learnt to accept it. However, I have learnt a lot of things from being in army and I dun mean the menial things like cleaning toilets and stuff. I mean I do help around the house and things liddat but Ive learnt more personal things like relations and dealing with pple. Also, I've managed to control my temper to a bear minimum although pple hu knew me before think tat my temper has been super good already. I mean besides the fact that I hate having to deal with pple in the mornings, I've managed to not flare up at other pple. And TATS a huge improvement on my part. Give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I met loads of nice pple in army whom I can probably thank for the improvement in my temper. Just to name a few ; Kenneth, Swen, Arjun, Josh, Jin, Matt, Ben Tan, Steven, GJ and Hwee... I mean taking into consideration my temper in the past I would have flared up too many times to count at them. Esp since in army we always see each other and tat usually spells trouble for my temper. I also have to thank them for their constant help, encouragement and support for without it I probably would not have made it thru until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nowadays, I've been reading quite a lot and I finishing the Twilight series. Which I did not find a super nice read. I mean I perfer fantasy rather than romance, and normally I would not have read it if not for the busybody part of me that was poking at me. Currently, I left the last book - Breaking Dawn - to completing the series and I have to admit tat the author has put in a lot of effort into it which is smth I could not do. Not to mention the lack of english capabilities and the fact that I cant describe things for nuts, expecially feelings, which I think I myself lack. Haha... I'm cold-blooded as my bro always says. Anyway, I think its a nice break from reading fantasy-genre books and although Twilight series has a bit of fantasy in it I still fancy my type of books. You know, the magic and stuff, probably in that world myself. Haha... last book to go. Since I have a weird habit of reading things all the way to the end I cant stop at Twilight although the genre is not to my taste. I'll post my opinion on the book when I actually finish the last book. Anyway, I have to comment that I really like the side book to the series. I mean I only read the 1st chapter and I actually fell in love with Edward ( dun mistake, I'm not gay, I just find that the way he thinks is so me-like tat its actually quite cute ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. and to end off I have to say that the weather is getting cold and that to you pple readin this post, which I realised just a moment ago that its freaking long and that its getting longer, pple pls do not fall sick due to the cold weather and all the CNY goodies. And I have to comment tat the cold weather is not helping my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-43688167102399420?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/43688167102399420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=43688167102399420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/43688167102399420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/43688167102399420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-6153601705563032097</id><published>2009-01-10T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:16:08.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story So Far Chapter 1 Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is a fictional story. Any resemblances to anyone dead or alive is purely coincindental. There is also a song attached to the end of each part to listen to while you read. Please forgive me for any mistakes which I have made and I would appreciate it if you pointed them out to me. Comments are always welcome and I thank you in advance for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkest of all nights, he was dragged. Willingly or not nobody could ever know but as far as he was concerned, he was like a bird trapped in a cage and the only exit, lies within the solace of a reaper's blade. Muscles tensed and body hardened to the fact that he may never see another sunrise ever again. For the moment that one enters the cage, he is never allowed exit. Heaving heavily, he was dragged pass countless of cells, some of which used to contain signs of the living now lay barren, devoid of all activity. How each cell was differentiated from the next was not knowledge known to him, nor was he in any state to indulge in the luxury of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scars of the past left on his muscled back, evidence of what has just passed. Eyes devoid of emotions, legs too weak to carry him, arms still clenched as if the moment has not passed. Yet, he knew, he knew long before that this was his fate. Choice was not given to him. It was taken. Staring down, he noticed that he was no longer in motion. Though his legs never moved an inch he was constantly moving, at least, he was up until now. A sense of familiarity hit him. The cracks on the wall was etched deep into his memory, seeing it time and time again, he memorised every line every curve that was on the small piece of wall that he had, or at least believe he had. He crawled, back to a corner, eyeing every detail. Hoping he had missed something, something of utmost importance. The stool was where he left it - broken and on its side. The bucket which contained excrement was where he left it - full and with flies all over it. The smell of the cell was familiar; almost welcoming as though the prison itself was relieved to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough Cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carry on! What happened to him? Did he die in the prison?" Alan questioned eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Did he tell the truth of the bad wizard after he was tortured?" Jane continued to bombard the old storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The story will continue tomorrow my dears. You three best be on your ways. Tonatiuh is almost at the end of his journey. Your parents must be worried sick." was all the answer the old storyteller gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, the old storyteller was right. The shadows were lengthened and the town barely visible even from the hilltop. Behind the tree where we sat, the light was losing the battle, dwindling with each moment threatening to give up and lose the entire town to Metztli whom is said to punish bad children whom stay out in the dark of day. Probably an old wives tale to make children go back before the dark covers the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm getting hungry, I better go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I hope mom's cooked my favourite beef stew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'm going back home. I'm getting hungry" extorted Alan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too! I hope we have beef stew today!" Jane stood to leave excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what about you, young boy?" the storyteller asked, staring down at me with eyes that gleaned a silver tint. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt; "Don't you have a home to return to?" he continued. Eyes unblinking as if with each second his eyes bore deeper into my soul searching for an answer deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nobody would miss me at home. And it's the first house from the hill. I have plenty of time before supper comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still, it's not very nice if you would miss the start of it. I believe its turkey today." the old storyteller began again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting defeat, I stood up and began following the trail downhill. Having walked it umpteen  times I had no problems even in the dark. Yet, the old man seems very intent on me leaving early, I began to wonder why. Turning my head, I heard a gust of wind pick up and there it was, empty like it was in the morning before he came. Astonished at the fact that he was gone even before I could 'say' my farewells, I hardly noticed that something was wrong until I was almost at the bottom of the hill. There was no other way down the hill except the path I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of roasted turkey wafted through the air carried by the cool evening breeze. Without any doubt that the smell came from my place of residence. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;. I thought to myself was never a word I used to describe or call that place. Home was a place where you felt you belong to, a place where you felt at ease, away from the harsh life outside. However, that place was never anything close to warm or inviting. It was cold. A void if you may call it, I would abandon the place at the first moment if given the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering, I saw the said item on the table. Along with it a small plate of salad and some side to go with the turkey. Food was never a problem for me. Villagers provided me with food, out of pity or fear I never know, at least that's what I told myself. But I knew. More than anything I knew. They were afraid. I was an anomaly, an oddity that they avoided at all costs. In this village where parents brought up their children and taught them everything they knew, I without anyone to care for was a sore thumb to them. In exchange for food I was never to bother them or even speak with anyone, or at least they believe I could speak if I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been long. Too long for me to remember when the last time I spoke was. Memories of speech was as clear as my vision, however, I've seem to have lost that ability since long ago. It was not a necessity that I require, it was more of a convenience that I spoke words. Or at least it used to be a convenience that I spoke words. I did not need words to get my 'words' across. I can delve into minds and they would understand me as if I spoke. It is, however, seemingly different as I remember hearing something once from a wise man that words were scarier than thoughts themselves. Thoughts are akin to a naked body. With nothing to cover itself, no protect of any kind. Words are akin to a warrior, armoured all the way down to his feet. Wielding a double-edged sword, he can do harm to people or himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind as it is, is more frail than an old woman. To destroy it or manipulate it was second nature to me. I could do it without a single flinch or blink. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where was the fun in that?&lt;/span&gt; No... I would need some of the villagers. Already they were frightened of me and often wondered why they bothered to feed me, yet, they could not stop nor disobey the command. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why don't we let him starve? Then our problems would be solved.&lt;/span&gt; Thoughts are a funny thing, people think it is harmless but they do not know that with each thought brings an entirely breed of monsters alive. More scary than those that they could ever imagine. Those outside the village wall would seem like puppies as compared to those they were created from their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the last morsel of food from the plate, I washed and dried it before leaving it out for the villager to take back his plate. Settling down, I began to allow my mind to float, carrying me away to scour the land. Most villagers were asleep by this time. Thoughts were less and this relaxed me, often, thoughts were ugly and that disgusted me on many levels. Rest was required if I was to maintain the connection I had with the villagers so I could remain in the village. I had to remain here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She would come back for me. 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Watched the movie and read the book... Seemingly a normal teenage love story with just a bit of a twist. That the guy's a vampire. Ok. So I was more bored than that so I began to write out words that seems to me like a good wordplay. And as I know not many pple are fluent in the use of the English language or shld I say we are so accustomed to the use of Singlish in our everyday life that English seems like a second language to us. Anyway, I found a few words that I would like to record in my memory but as the forgetful person I am, I most probably wld have forgot abt it the moment I read past that line. So I wrote it down and even found the meaning for it so we can all learn together... OMG tat speech sounds so much like a teacher. Oh... and as a side note I was so bored doin duty that my mind came up with a story. Nothing fancy just a few characters put together in a futile attempt to fill my mind with something other than work. I'll piece it tgt and post it sometime soon. Just dun expect too much. I havent written anything else other than in my blog since God knows when, so, grammar and punctuation mistakes are bound to happen. Especially since those were never my forte even before I was enlisted into the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits goes to &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/"&gt;dictionary.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prudent&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  wise or judicious in practical affairs; sagacious; discreet or circumspect; sober.&lt;br /&gt;2.  careful in providing for the future; provident: a prudent decision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chagrin&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a feeling of vexation, marked by disappointment or humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;2.  to vex by disappointment or humiliation: The rejection of his proposal chagrined him deeply.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Obsolete. shagreen (def. 1). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purgatory&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  (in the belief of Roman Catholics and others) a condition or place in which the souls of those dying penitent are purified from venial sins, or undergo the temporal punishment that, after the guilt of mortal sin has been remitted, still remains to be endured by the sinner.&lt;br /&gt;2.  (initial capital letter, italics) Italian, Pur?ga?to?rio ?/?purgɑ?t?ry?/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [poor-gah-taw-ryaw] Show IPA Pronunciation . the second part of Dante's Divine Comedy, in which the repentant sinners are depicted. Compare inferno (def. 3), paradise (def. 7).&lt;br /&gt;3.  any condition or place of temporary punishment, suffering, expiation, or the like.&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;4.  serving to cleanse, purify, or expiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unerringly&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  not erring; not going astray or missing the mark: The captain set an unerring course for home.&lt;br /&gt;2.  undeviatingly accurate throughout; not containing any error or flaw: She gave an unerring recital of the day's events.&lt;br /&gt;3.  invariably precise or correct: unerring taste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glint&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a tiny, quick flash of light.&lt;br /&gt;2.  gleaming brightness; luster.&lt;br /&gt;3.  a brief or slight manifestation or occurrence; inkling; trace.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;4.  to shine with a glint.&lt;br /&gt;5.  to move suddenly; dart.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;6.  to cause to glint; reflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocher&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  any of a class of natural earths, mixtures of hydrated oxide of iron with various earthy materials, ranging in color from pale yellow to orange and red, and used as pigments.&lt;br /&gt;2.  the color of this, ranging from pale yellow to an orangish or reddish yellow.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Obsolete. money, esp. gold coin.&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;4.  of the color of ocher.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;5.  to color or mark with ocher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mused&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;1.  to think or meditate in silence, as on some subject.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Archaic. to gaze meditatively or wonderingly.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;3.  to meditate on.&lt;br /&gt;4.  to comment thoughtfully or ruminate upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;befuddled&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object), -dled, -dling.&lt;br /&gt;1.  to confuse, as with glib statements or arguments: politicians befuddling the public with campaign promises.&lt;br /&gt;2.  to make stupidly drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;offhand&lt;br /&gt;–adverb&lt;br /&gt;1.  cavalierly, curtly, or brusquely: to reply offhand.&lt;br /&gt;2.  without previous thought or preparation; extempore: to decide offhand to take a trip.&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;3.  informal, casual, curt, or brusque: an offhand manner.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Also, offhanded. done or made offhand.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Glassmaking. working manually and without the use of molds: offhand blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacillating&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  not resolute; wavering; indecisive; hesitating: an ineffectual, vacillating person.&lt;br /&gt;2.  oscillating; swaying; fluctuating: a vacillating indicator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cryptic&lt;br /&gt;–adjective Also, cryp-ti-cal.&lt;br /&gt;1.  mysterious in meaning; puzzling; ambiguous: a cryptic message.&lt;br /&gt;2.  abrupt; terse; short: a cryptic note.&lt;br /&gt;3.  secret; occult: a cryptic writing.&lt;br /&gt;4.  involving or using cipher, code, etc.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Zoology. fitted for concealing; serving to camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;6.  a cryptogram, esp. one designed as a puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grimaced&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a facial expression, often ugly or contorted, that indicates disapproval, pain, etc.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used without object)&lt;br /&gt;2.  to make grimaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pariah&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;2.  any person or animal that is generally despised or avoided.&lt;br /&gt;3.  (initial capital letter) a member of a low caste in southern India and Burma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indignant&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;feeling, characterized by, or expressing strong displeasure at something considered unjust, offensive, insulting, or base: indignant remarks; an indignant expression on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reproachful&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  full of or expressing reproach or censure: a reproachful look.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Obsolete. deserving reproach; shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;austere&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  severe in manner or appearance; uncompromising; strict; forbidding: an austere teacher.&lt;br /&gt;2.  rigorously self-disciplined and severely moral; ascetic; abstinent: the austere quality of life in the convent.&lt;br /&gt;3.  grave; sober; solemn; serious: an austere manner.&lt;br /&gt;4.  without excess, luxury, or ease; simple; limited; severe: an austere life.&lt;br /&gt;5.  severely simple; without ornament: austere writing.&lt;br /&gt;6.  lacking softness; hard: an austere bed of straw.&lt;br /&gt;7.  rough to the taste; sour or harsh in flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fir&lt;br /&gt;-noun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.&lt;br /&gt;         1. Any of various evergreen trees of the genus Abies, having single flattened needles and erect cones with deciduous scales.&lt;br /&gt;         2. Any of several similar or related trees, such as the Douglas fir.&lt;br /&gt;   2. The wood of these trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terra-cotta&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;made of or having the color of terra cotta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terra cotta&lt;br /&gt;–noun &lt;br /&gt;1.  a hard, fired clay, brownish-red in color when unglazed, that is used for architectural ornaments and facings, structural units, pottery, and as a material for sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;2.  something made of terra cotta.&lt;br /&gt;3.  a brownish-orange color like that of unglazed terra cotta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;briny&lt;br /&gt;–adjective, brin?i?er, brin?i?est.&lt;br /&gt;of or like brine; salty: a briny taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dight&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object), dight or dight?ed, dight?ing.&lt;br /&gt;Archaic. to dress; adorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;affidavit&lt;br /&gt;n.   A written declaration made under oath before a notary public or other authorized officer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incredulous&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  not credulous; disinclined or indisposed to believe; skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;2.  indicating or showing unbelief: an incredulous smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matted&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  covered with a dense growth or a tangled mass: a garden matted with weeds.&lt;br /&gt;2.  formed into a mat; entangled in a thick mass: matted hair.&lt;br /&gt;3.  formed of mats, or of plaited or woven material.&lt;br /&gt;4.  covered with mats or matting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misogynistic&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;hatred, dislike, or mistrust of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tendrils&lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. A twisting, threadlike structure by which a twining plant, such as a grape or cucumber, grasps an object or a plant for support.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Something, such as a ringlet of hair, that is long, slender, and curling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quaint&lt;br /&gt;–adjective, -er, -est.&lt;br /&gt;1.  having an old-fashioned attractiveness or charm; oddly picturesque: a quaint old house.&lt;br /&gt;2.  strange, peculiar, or unusual in an interesting, pleasing, or amusing way: a quaint sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;3.  skillfully or cleverly made.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Obsolete. wise; skilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picturesque&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  visually charming or quaint, as if resembling or suitable for a painting: a picturesque fishing village.&lt;br /&gt;2.  (of writing, speech, etc.) strikingly graphic or vivid; creating detailed mental images: a picturesque description of the Brazilian jungle.&lt;br /&gt;3.  having pleasing or interesting qualities; strikingly effective in appearance: a picturesque hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raucously&lt;br /&gt;adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  harsh; strident; grating: raucous voices; raucous laughter.&lt;br /&gt;2.  rowdy; disorderly: a raucous party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incapacitate&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object), -tat?ed, -tat?ing.&lt;br /&gt;1.  to deprive of ability, qualification, or strength; make incapable or unfit; disable.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Law. to deprive of the legal power to act in a specified way or ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unequivocally&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  not equivocal; unambiguous; clear; having only one possible meaning or interpretation: an unequivocal indication of assent; unequivocal proof.&lt;br /&gt;2.  absolute; unqualified; not subject to conditions or exceptions: The cosigner of a note gives unequivocal assurance that it will be paid when due. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ostentatious&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  characterized by or given to pretentious or conspicuous show in an attempt to impress others: an ostentatious dresser.&lt;br /&gt;2.  (of actions, manner, qualities exhibited, etc.) intended to attract notice: Lady Bountiful's ostentatious charity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conspicuous&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  easily seen or noticed; readily visible or observable: a conspicuous error.&lt;br /&gt;2.  attracting special attention, as by outstanding qualities or eccentricities: He was conspicuous by his booming laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;condescendingly&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;showing or implying a usually patronizing descent from dignity or superiority: They resented the older neighbors' condescending cordiality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredulous&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  not credulous; disinclined or indisposed to believe; skeptical.&lt;br /&gt;2.  indicating or showing unbelief: an incredulous smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pivotal&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  of, pertaining to, or serving as a pivot.&lt;br /&gt;2.  of vital or critical importance: a pivotal event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insidious&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  intended to entrap or beguile: an insidious plan.&lt;br /&gt;2.  stealthily treacherous or deceitful: an insidious enemy.&lt;br /&gt;3.  operating or proceeding in an inconspicuous or seemingly harmless way but actually with grave effect: an insidious disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impeccably&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  faultless; flawless; irreproachable: impeccable manners.&lt;br /&gt;2.  not liable to sin; incapable of sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gratuitous&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  given, done, bestowed, or obtained without charge or payment; free; voluntary.&lt;br /&gt;2.  being without apparent reason, cause, or justification: a gratuitous insult.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Law. given without receiving any return value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martyred&lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. One who chooses to suffer death rather than renounce religious principles.&lt;br /&gt;   2. One who makes great sacrifices or suffers much in order to further a belief, cause, or principle.&lt;br /&gt;   3.&lt;br /&gt;         1. One who endures great suffering: a martyr to arthritis.&lt;br /&gt;         2. One who makes a great show of suffering in order to arouse sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gilded&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  covered or highlighted with gold or something of a golden color.&lt;br /&gt;2.  having a pleasing or showy appearance that conceals something of little worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enigma&lt;br /&gt;1.  a puzzling or inexplicable occurrence or situation: His disappearance is an enigma that has given rise to much speculation.&lt;br /&gt;2.  a person of puzzling or contradictory character: To me he has always been an enigma, one minute completely insensitive, the next moved to tears.&lt;br /&gt;3.  a saying, question, picture, etc., containing a hidden meaning; riddle.&lt;br /&gt;4.  (initial capital letter) a German-built enciphering machine developed for commercial use in the early 1920s and later adapted and appropriated by German and other Axis powers for military use through World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incandescent&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  (of light) produced by incandescence.&lt;br /&gt;2.  glowing or white with heat.&lt;br /&gt;3.  intensely bright; brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;4.  brilliant; masterly; extraordinarily lucid: an incandescent masterpiece; incandescent wit.&lt;br /&gt;5.  aglow with ardor, purpose, etc.: the incandescent vitality of youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scintillating&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  animated; vivacious; effervescent: a scintillating personality.&lt;br /&gt;2.  witty; brilliantly clever: a scintillating conversationalist; a play full of scintillating dialogue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinuously&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  having many curves, bends, or turns; winding: a sinuous path.&lt;br /&gt;2.  indirect; devious: sinuous questions.&lt;br /&gt;3.  characterized by a series of graceful curving motions: a sinuous dance.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Botany. sinuate, as a leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circuitous&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;roundabout; not direct: a circuitous route; a circuitous argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acerbic&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  sour or astringent in taste: Lemon juice is acerbic.&lt;br /&gt;2.  harsh or severe, as of temper or expression: acerbic criticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seraphic&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;of, like, or befitting a seraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seraph&lt;br /&gt;-noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  one of the celestial beings hovering above God's throne in Isaiah's vision. Isa. 6.&lt;br /&gt;2.  a member of the highest order of angels, often represented as a child's head with wings above, below, and on each side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besotted&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object), -sot?ted, -sot?ting.&lt;br /&gt;1.  to intoxicate or stupefy with drink.&lt;br /&gt;2.  to make stupid or foolish: a mind besotted with fear and superstition.&lt;br /&gt;3.  to infatuate; obsess: He is besotted by her youth and beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manacles&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a shackle for the hand; handcuff.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Usually, manacles. restraints; checks.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;3.  to handcuff; fetter.&lt;br /&gt;4.  to hamper; restrain: He was manacled by his inhibitions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primordial&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  constituting a beginning; giving origin to something derived or developed; original; elementary: primordial forms of life.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Embryology. first formed.&lt;br /&gt;3.  pertaining to or existing at or from the very beginning: primordial matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingénues&lt;br /&gt;1.  the part of an artless, innocent, unworldly girl or young woman, esp. as represented on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;2.  an actress who plays such a part or specializes in playing such parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patina&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a film or incrustation, usually green, produced by oxidation on the surface of old bronze and often esteemed as being of ornamental value.&lt;br /&gt;2.  a similar film or coloring appearing gradually on some other substance.&lt;br /&gt;3.  a surface calcification of implements, usu. indicating great age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulpit&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a platform or raised structure in a church, from which the sermon is delivered or the service is conducted.&lt;br /&gt;2.  the pulpit,&lt;br /&gt;a.  the clerical profession; the ministry.&lt;br /&gt;b.  members of the clergy collectively: In attendance were representatives of medicine, the pulpit, and the bar.&lt;br /&gt;3.  (esp. in Protestantism and Judaism) the position of pastor or rabbi: He heard of a pulpit in Chicago that was about to be vacated.&lt;br /&gt;4.  preaching.&lt;br /&gt;5.  (in small craft)&lt;br /&gt;a.  a safety rail rising about 18 to 30 in. (48 to 76 cm) from the deck near the bow and extending around it.&lt;br /&gt;b.  a similar rail at the stern.&lt;br /&gt;6.  a control booth in a factory, usually elevated and glass-enclosed, from which an operator can observe and direct the manufacturing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicarage&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  the residence of a vicar.&lt;br /&gt;2.  the benefice of a vicar.&lt;br /&gt;3.  the office or duties of a vicar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicar&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  Church of England.&lt;br /&gt;a.  a person acting as priest of a parish in place of the rector, or as representative of a religious community to which tithes belong.&lt;br /&gt;b.  the priest of a parish the tithes of which are impropriated and who receives only the smaller tithes or a salary.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Protestant Episcopal Church.&lt;br /&gt;a.  a member of the clergy whose sole or chief charge is a chapel dependent on the church of a parish.&lt;br /&gt;b.  a bishop's assistant in charge of a church or mission.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Roman Catholic Church. an ecclesiastic representing the pope or a bishop.&lt;br /&gt;4.  a person who acts in place of another; substitute.&lt;br /&gt;5.  a person who is authorized to perform the functions of another; deputy: God's vicar on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motif&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a recurring subject, theme, idea, etc., esp. in a literary, artistic, or musical work.&lt;br /&gt;2.  a distinctive and recurring form, shape, figure, etc., in a design, as in a painting or on wallpaper.&lt;br /&gt;3.  a dominant idea or feature: the profit motif of free enterprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepia&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a brown pigment obtained from the inklike secretion of various cuttlefish and used with brush or pen in drawing.&lt;br /&gt;2.  a drawing made with this pigment.&lt;br /&gt;3.  a dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Photography. a print or photograph made in this color.&lt;br /&gt;5.  any of several cuttlefish of the genus Sepia, producing a dark fluid used naturally for defense and, by humans, in ink.&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;6.  of a brown, grayish brown, or olive brown similar to that of sepia ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mussing&lt;br /&gt;-Noun&lt;br /&gt;To make messy or untidy; rumple.&lt;br /&gt;A state of disorder; a mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profanity&lt;br /&gt;–noun, plural -ties for 2.&lt;br /&gt;1.  the quality of being profane; irreverence.&lt;br /&gt;2.  profane conduct or language; a profane act or utterance.&lt;br /&gt;3.  obscenity (defs. 2, 3). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;profane&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  characterized by irreverence or contempt for God or sacred principles or things; irreligious.&lt;br /&gt;2.  not devoted to holy or religious purposes; unconsecrated; secular (opposed to sacred ).&lt;br /&gt;3.  unholy; heathen; pagan: profane rites.&lt;br /&gt;4.  not initiated into religious rites or mysteries, as persons.&lt;br /&gt;5.  common or vulgar.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;6.  to misuse (anything that should be held in reverence or respect); defile; debase; employ basely or unworthily.&lt;br /&gt;7.  to treat (anything sacred) with irreverence or contempt; violate the sanctity of: to profane a shrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creosote&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  an oily liquid having a burning taste and a penetrating odor, obtained by the distillation of coal and wood tar, used mainly as a preservative for wood and as an antiseptic.&lt;br /&gt;2.  coal-tar creosote.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;3.  to treat with creosote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swaths&lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.&lt;br /&gt;         1. The width of a scythe stroke or a mowing-machine blade.&lt;br /&gt;         2. A path of this width made in mowing.&lt;br /&gt;         3. The mown grass or grain lying on such a path.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Something likened to a swath; a strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;splotches&lt;br /&gt;n.   An irregularly shaped spot, stain, or colored or discolored area: "spectacular splotches of color and beauty in the blossoms" (Wendy Lyon Moonan).&lt;br /&gt;tr.v.   splotched, splotch·ing, splotch·es&lt;br /&gt;To mark with splotches or a splotch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;benign&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  having a kindly disposition; gracious: a benign king.&lt;br /&gt;2.  showing or expressive of gentleness or kindness: a benign smile.&lt;br /&gt;3.  favorable; propitious: a series of benign omens and configurations in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;4.  (of weather) salubrious; healthful; pleasant or beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pathology. not malignant; self-limiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perched&lt;br /&gt;n.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. A rod or branch serving as a roost for a bird.&lt;br /&gt;   2.&lt;br /&gt;         1. An elevated place for resting or sitting.&lt;br /&gt;         2. A position that is secure, advantageous, or prominent.&lt;br /&gt;         3. A linear measure equal to 5.50 yards or 16.5 feet (5.03 meters); a rod.&lt;br /&gt;         4. One square rod of land.&lt;br /&gt;   3. A pole, stick, or rod.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Chiefly British&lt;br /&gt;         1. A linear measure equal to 5.50 yards or 16.5 feet (5.03 meters); a rod.&lt;br /&gt;         2. One square rod of land.&lt;br /&gt;   5. A unit of cubic measure used in stonework, usually 16.5 feet by 1.0 foot by 1.5 feet, or 24.75 cubic feet (0.70 cubic meter).&lt;br /&gt;   6. A frame on which cloth is laid for examination of quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.   perched, perch·ing, perch·es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.   intr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. To alight or rest on a perch; roost: A raven perched high in the pine.&lt;br /&gt;   2. To stand, sit, or rest on an elevated place or position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.   tr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. To place on or as if on a perch: The child perched the glass on the edge of the counter.&lt;br /&gt;   2. To lay (cloth) on a perch in order to examine it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imperceptible&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  very slight, gradual, or subtle: the imperceptible slope of the road.&lt;br /&gt;2.  not perceptible; not perceived by or affecting the senses.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;3.  something not capable of being perceived by the senses: metaphysical speculation about imperceptibles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superfluous&lt;br /&gt;-adj&lt;br /&gt;more than enough; overabundant; extra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reprieve&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;1.  to delay the impending punishment or sentence of (a condemned person).&lt;br /&gt;2.  to relieve temporarily from any evil.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;3.  a respite from impending punishment, as from execution of a sentence of death.&lt;br /&gt;4.  a warrant authorizing this.&lt;br /&gt;5.  any respite or temporary relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solace&lt;br /&gt;–noun Also called sol?ace?ment.&lt;br /&gt;1.  comfort in sorrow, misfortune, or trouble; alleviation of distress or discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;2.  something that gives comfort, consolation, or relief: The minister's visit was the dying man's only solace.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;3.  to comfort, console, or cheer (a person, oneself, the heart, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;4.  to alleviate or relieve (sorrow, distress, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vise&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  any of various devices, usually having two jaws that may be brought together or separated by means of a screw, lever, or the like, used to hold an object firmly while work is being done on it.&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object)&lt;br /&gt;2.  to hold, press, or squeeze with or as with a vise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impasse&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;1.  a position or situation from which there is no escape; deadlock.&lt;br /&gt;2.  a road or way that has no outlet; cul-de-sac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brandishing&lt;br /&gt;tr.v.   bran·dished, bran·dish·ing, bran·dish·es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. To wave or flourish (a weapon, for example) menacingly.&lt;br /&gt;   2. To display ostentatiously. See Synonyms at flourish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brusquely&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;abrupt in manner; blunt; rough: A brusque welcome greeted his unexpected return. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vicarious&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  performed, exercised, received, or suffered in place of another: vicarious punishment.&lt;br /&gt;2.  taking the place of another person or thing; acting or serving as a substitute.&lt;br /&gt;3.  felt or enjoyed through imagined participation in the experience of others: a vicarious thrill.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Physiology. noting or pertaining to a situation in which one organ performs part of the functions normally performed by another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mercurial&lt;br /&gt;–adjective&lt;br /&gt;1.  changeable; volatile; fickle; flighty; erratic: a mercurial nature.&lt;br /&gt;2.  animated; lively; sprightly; quick-witted.&lt;br /&gt;3.  pertaining to, containing, or caused by the metal mercury.&lt;br /&gt;4.  (initial capital letter) of or pertaining to the god Mercury.&lt;br /&gt;5.  (initial capital letter) of or pertaining to the planet Mercury.&lt;br /&gt;–noun&lt;br /&gt;6.  Pharmacology. a preparation of mercury used as a drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-8149591207553925474?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/8149591207553925474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=8149591207553925474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/8149591207553925474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/8149591207553925474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/01/vocab-lesson-101.html' title='Vocab Lesson 101'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-7763792748432245758</id><published>2009-01-02T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T06:21:08.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>I cut my hair!!! Ok it may not seem as a big deal to most of you out there reading this but it is a great deal for me... I cant understand the need for a hair cut unless my hair actually gets in my way. I mean hey its a waste of time and effort to get something done when the moment the deed is done it immediately starts to undo itself. Slowly but surely it happens, unless of course you are balding but I shall not visit tat topic today... Nails I can understand. I mean what fun is there in having super long nails when it gets in the way of everything you do. Hair is just sitting there on the top of you head. Not as if it would bite or something right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just my rantings but I'm entitled to my own opinion on things aren't I? And dont think that I feel that having a hairstyle is a bad idea. I think its cool if u are like gg to put your hair to good use and beautify urself or smth with it, I have no problems with that. However, hair for me is just sitting there so I cant understand the need for me to get a haircut unless it really screams to me that I need one. Or the fact that I'm bothered by it constantly by others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-7763792748432245758?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/7763792748432245758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=7763792748432245758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/7763792748432245758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/7763792748432245758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/01/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-257851492678268674</id><published>2009-01-01T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:16:33.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EDITED POST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez... Im guessin there will be a part 3, 4, 5 and probably a 6 cause I cant keep up fast enuf with the pictures given the procrastination that matches my laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... Impt pics... haha... our rooms.. and the decor of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...continue-ing from where we left off we went to a place called Lot 10... I think mostly for the kick of having a shoppin centre named as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it wasnt smth interesting. Although the Jackie Chan's bar did earn a 2nd look. Other than that there wasnt anything special inside... Nxt stop, Pavillion, the supposed Paragon of KL. They even had a huge Christmas Tree in front of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I cant remember the order of things anymore so I'm just gonna give a wack in the dark. Anyway... in there got a Restaurant named Rain Nudle House ( What a great way to name your noodle... Nudle... simple short and sounds the same ) Service was great too... Same goes for the food which was surprising delectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention some cam-whorring all around... from the pay phones to the toilets... God... that was embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserts was served at Baskin Robbins.. as per Josh's request he said S'pore used to have. I have bad memory so pls dun blame me for not knowin suchs things... the oni thing I remember frm way back is like A&amp;W. And Josh being the "Da Ge" of the gang went to buy although I was the oldest there. Or was it cause I asked him and Toon to choose the thing... Hmmm... bad memory :p  Either way... Desert was served!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast!! Haha... my fave meal of the day when overseas... Not so much when I'm in S'pore though... prolly cause I dun like wakin up in the mornin to eat it. I hate mornings...But excuses are when I'm overseas... So as to not shock pple as to the amt of food I actually ate in the morning over there I did not take pics of the food there... If u are really interested u can ask me... I may decide to tell u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... this post is getting longer and longer... Anyway... another highlight of the trip there is Sunway Lagoon... Fun but I for one think that the time there was a bit too short for enjoyment. Trip there wasnt tat long... but in a mini bus I couldnt help but feel a bit claustrophobic. I look fat in the pics.. OMG!!! How will I face the world?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many pictures.... moving on... We proceeded to go to Chinatown which we thought we tould at least get to buy smth cheaper and at a bargain since all we have been gg to are shopping malls. BAD IDEA! Nevertheless, we did get to expercience a lot of things such as taking the monorail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip Back to S'pore was a bit uneventful. So I shall not say anything... haha... After 2 mornings of pestering Josh to wake up at my convenience I shall not disturb his meeting with the Z monster no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pictures please visit this link &lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/KL%20trip%20frm%20181208%20-%20201208/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-257851492678268674?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/257851492678268674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=257851492678268674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/257851492678268674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/257851492678268674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/01/kl-trip-part-2.html' title='KL trip part 2'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-5251256610969162657</id><published>2009-01-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:19:40.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL trip</title><content type='html'>Wahaha... finally got all the pictures uploaded into photobucket... Wahaha... its such a pain in the ass to get it all inside.. Was a very nice experience to go overseas with Josh, Toon and GJ... Had loads of fun there... Sharing a room with Josh... Goin to Sunway and kenna splashed water by Toon... Cam-whorring everywhere we went... Taking the taxi, LRT and lastly the Monorail just to get back to our hotel tat side... Eating food from all different countries... Were some of the many experiences tat I had there... haha... super super fun la... esp since Josh was there... Hee hee hee... having share the same room as him... bring me back to SI period when we are in the same bunk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll here are the photos... at least some of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/KL%20trip%20frm%20181208%20-%20201208/"&gt;Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Stop... Fish Island... haha... kiddng... its just a stopover before we actually reach our destination.. Which means its a fraking tourist trap... But hey... thats wad being overseas is all about rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously love the chair tat I sat on towards KL... ITS A MASSAGE CHAIR... haha... It went brrooommmm brrrooommm all the way frm M'sia Checkpoint ALLL the way till KL.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we reach our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/KL%20trip%20frm%20181208%20-%20201208/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF0105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/KL%20trip%20frm%20181208%20-%20201208/DSCF0105.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ate dinner at their fast food there... They even sell baked potatoes in their fast food... How cool is that?!? I love my potatoes... But dun try the fries... Its potentially Hypertension causing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shld not spam all the pics... This shall be it for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-5251256610969162657?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/5251256610969162657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=5251256610969162657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5251256610969162657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5251256610969162657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2009/01/kl-trip.html' title='KL trip'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-6111623355370826906</id><published>2008-12-31T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:50:13.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Tests</title><content type='html'>I have no ideas as to why I like to do personality test and the such. It always intrigues me as to the way how it bases its results to certain qns to determine your character and such. To the extent that a simple qns of "When is your birthday?" and it can quickly determine what kind of person you are. As to how the mechanics work, I can give a million guesses one more unlikely than the other. However, I've never stop liking to do these tests and would most certainly gib more information shld I chance across some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'll post some results of test which I've done recently. Not that anybody cares, but for my own entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnywebsite.com/personalitytest.php"&gt;Funny Website's Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnywebsite.com/treetest.php"&gt;Funny Website's The Tree Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPLE TREE (Independence of Mind): no ordinary person, full of imagination and riginality, shy and reserved, ambitious, proud, self-confident, hungers for new experiences, sometimes nervous, has many complexities, good memory, learns easily, complicated love life, wants to impress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-6111623355370826906?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/6111623355370826906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=6111623355370826906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6111623355370826906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6111623355370826906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/12/personality-tests.html' title='Personality Tests'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-8991426115312115904</id><published>2008-12-31T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:43:33.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Hwee~! Time passed and its the NEW YEAR!!! 2009!!! May everyone's wishes and dreams come true this new year and beacons great things to come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been a fun year with its own ups and downs and lefts and rights. But I'm glad I lived thru it from going to SI to 8 Signal Bn. Learning things and meeting pple. Some I forge strong bonds with and others whom have made an impact on my life and will be dearly remembered ( For as long as I can remember them, you have to forgive my SUPER bad memory which probably wun just change in the brand new year ). Everyday in 2008 was a great memory for me and will be etched in my heart for years to come. SISPEC POP. Leaving my buddy, Kenneth for Signals. Coming to SI meeting Chong and Wen Nan again. Forged great bonds with Matt, Josh, Jin. SI POP. Go into 8 Sig Bn. Met and had loads of fun and laughter with Ben Tan. Balcony talks with a lot of pple. OC wedding. My unfortunate bday in camp which turned out fun in a way. Ben Tan ORD. My own outing with Josh and Jin. Overseas trip with Josh, Toon and GJ. Too many events and so little space to write it in ( more likely tat I'm lazy to write it in. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... 2009 would be a fresh start! A new coming! My ORD ( a very far fetched idea )! Time to take charge and make decisions on my own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-8991426115312115904?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/8991426115312115904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=8991426115312115904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/8991426115312115904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/8991426115312115904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-3728347940258681420</id><published>2008-12-28T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:42:44.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED OUTTA MY MIND</title><content type='html'>I cant believe that I'm blogging here in camp... but here I am...And to say the truth... I'm going to be out of my mind soon if I stay here any longer... Not mentioning that I have duties to do in camp... But seriously, I think the reason why there is no excitement here is that there is practically nobody left here... haha... All taking the chance to spend their off and leaves.. and to say the truth... I would rather be out there in the CV world than in camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I have tonnes of things to do... But as the usual me, procrastination sets in and I'm behind time in the things that I have to do once again. Not that its surprising to me since that's already set in stone. Seeing time trickle away seems like a past-time right now... just blindly seeing life pass me as I get stuck here... its like I'm sucked into an alternate dimension where time stops and I cant move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I MADE A NEW YEAR RESOLUTION ONCE AGAIN!!! Feels kinda nostalgic making new year resolutions. Since due to my nature of being lazy I never get the new year resolution fulfilled. However, I have pledge myself that I would try to do exercises at least 3 times a week. Even after my ORD ( which unfortunately wun come anytime soon ). Nevertheless, it would stop me. I would try to at least get this done and hopefully I would lose some flab. Funny nobody believes me when I say that I'm fat... I wonder why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-3728347940258681420?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/3728347940258681420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=3728347940258681420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3728347940258681420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3728347940258681420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored-outta-my-mind.html' title='BORED OUTTA MY MIND'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-4875701665398097598</id><published>2008-12-17T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:20:59.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing on the 17th Dec</title><content type='html'>Went to Bugis with Toon, Ben and GJ... Was supposed to have josh with us also... budden there was a huge misunderstanding and ended up he din come... haiz... sadz... wanted to take photos with him... budden its ok... I'm gonna see him tml le... So its ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha... Ate a lot over the whole trip... NYDC la... MOF la... V8 Cafe... Oh ya... we saw 2 Hollywood characters having lunch at NYDC there too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm guessing you wan to see the photos... Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/Outing%20on%20171208/"&gt;VISIT HERE TO SEE THE PHOTOS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-4875701665398097598?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/4875701665398097598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=4875701665398097598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4875701665398097598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4875701665398097598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/12/outing-on-17th-dec.html' title='Outing on the 17th Dec'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-8929951199467474535</id><published>2008-12-13T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:21:48.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing on the 13th</title><content type='html'>Sadz... Matt had to fall sick when we were abt to meet for the 1st time in dunno how long... haha.. budden these kindof things cannot really blame him... so aiyo wad to do lorz...Had loads of fun with them... went to eat at some korean chicken restaurant.. supposedly no. 1 in korean...Ooo... even went to swensons for desert too... had fondue... whee.. super nice and chocolate-ly... Hee hee... see pictures &lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/Outing%20on%20131208/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-8929951199467474535?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/8929951199467474535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=8929951199467474535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/8929951199467474535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/8929951199467474535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/12/outing-on-13th.html' title='Outing on the 13th'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2250089899005311078</id><published>2008-12-12T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:21:48.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOK OUT</title><content type='html'>Wahaha.. I havent not been happier to book out since when I started army... The week was really hard to pass... with more and more work to do since things and commanders are all coming back. Its been a real pain since being in charge of stores I have loads of things to do and in addition to that I have a lot of other things to help out with... which makes me SUPER bz and shack after that... Even nights out we din have a chance to go since we still have work to do and all. Well... now that its over... I only have 2 more working days before my break start and I'm off to KL with Josh, Toon and GuanJun... Really look forward to it... Now I have to get ready to meet Josh and WeiJin.. Too bad matt is sick and cannot come... wah.... sad sia... I wanted to have a grp photo with us four for the 1st time... haiz... othertime ba... sure got a day when we 4 are free and can come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... abt book out... Josh had early book out cause his unit won basketball competition and gave dem early book out... so good rite?? Y my unit dun have?? So we went to makan tgt since I had to go home myself anyway... so we went to TM given tat we still had to pay the 2nd half of the fees of the KL trip... So there we were paying the fees while we waited for Josh and Hwee to reach... Went to century to pay the fees... went back to TM and decided there was nth to eat there and went back to century to eat at a chinese restaurant like place which sells ramen... wow... amazing rite?? haha... anyway its just nice to go out and eat with friends... haha... we even went back to TM for small snacks... sat outside near the road to chat while we eat... But I jian fei... lol... so I din eat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2250089899005311078?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2250089899005311078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2250089899005311078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2250089899005311078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2250089899005311078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-out.html' title='BOOK OUT'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-401464466224221345</id><published>2008-12-06T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:53:23.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport RENEWED</title><content type='html'>Wow... ICA really is a crowded place for somewhere without entertainment facilities... I mean I went there today to renew my passport in preparation for my trip to KL and lo-behold there was a HUGE crowd there... ANYWAY... I totally din realise that it was like 2 weeks left before the trip... and I havent found my luggage nor exchanged my money... wahaha... I needa get my ass moving.. And another day I lookin forward to is the 13th of Dec... when I can go meet Josh, Jin and Matt... Whee~!! Finally can see my fave friends... I totally miss dem loads loads... Anyway... lucky when I went there it was like only 6 pple before me and I could get it done vv fast... Den I asked me dad and he was like now peak period ma... den somemore now got the new biometric passport and so many pple are like signing up... I think I might sign up... when my passport expires again... haha... see ICA in the year 2014... by tat time I think I can safely say I ORD lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... abt ORD... Ben Tan ord lo!!! Hahaha... felt happy for him... although he was like she bu de wo men... Anyway... we went to HANABI to have an ORD dinner for him... HANABI is a Japanese Ala Carte Buffet and the food there is vv nice... I mean for a buffet style restaurant la.. definately worth going back to... However the sushi was less than satisfactory so dun go there expecting anything from their sushi bar... Anyway... took some silly photos wif toon and all there... Will put oni the decent pictures up here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s730.photobucket.com/albums/ww307/ahtoonphotos/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i730.photobucket.com/albums/ww307/ahtoonphotos/DSC04178.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s730.photobucket.com/albums/ww307/ahtoonphotos/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04227.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i730.photobucket.com/albums/ww307/ahtoonphotos/DSC04227.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s730.photobucket.com/albums/ww307/ahtoonphotos/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i730.photobucket.com/albums/ww307/ahtoonphotos/DSC04235.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s730.photobucket.com/albums/ww307/ahtoonphotos/?action=view&amp;current=DSC04237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-401464466224221345?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/401464466224221345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=401464466224221345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/401464466224221345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/401464466224221345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/12/passport-renewed.html' title='Passport RENEWED'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-490783540775166549</id><published>2008-11-30T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:13:02.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and the lyrics</title><content type='html'>I watched the movie Music and the lyrics only just recently... haha... I dunno why but when Drew Barrymore acts in a film or smth I tend to watch it... haha... call me siao but maybe cause me name's inside... haha... Im crazy I noe... budden I really like the song inside... esp the Pop's song... yes... the band's name is Pop... ANYWAY... here is the lyrics for the song... can also be found &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/h/hugh_grant_and_haley_bennett/way_back_into_love.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song title: Way Back Into Love&lt;br /&gt;Singers   : Hugh Grant And Haley Bennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&lt;br /&gt;I've been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching but I just don't see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's out there&lt;br /&gt;There's got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not somebody just to get me through the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I'm open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm hoping you'll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don't know if it's real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping you'll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'll be there for you in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-490783540775166549?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/490783540775166549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=490783540775166549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/490783540775166549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/490783540775166549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-and-lyrics.html' title='Music and the lyrics'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-402766060894619950</id><published>2008-11-30T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:20:27.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Camera!</title><content type='html'>Whee~! Got a new camera from SITEX yesterday... Wa...I queued for like close to an hour just to collect my camera.... wa... was totally own lo... Anyway... super excited abt it... Tried it today in my room takin random pics... I din noe tat cameras not oni can cam-whore can also be random... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My DOG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF0006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/DSCF0006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;View from my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/?action=view&amp;current=DSCF0008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/DSCF0008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-402766060894619950?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/402766060894619950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=402766060894619950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/402766060894619950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/402766060894619950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-camera.html' title='New Camera!'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1394718891277771368</id><published>2008-11-27T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:22:57.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping trip on the 22th of Nov</title><content type='html'>Went out on Sat with GuanJun, Toon, Ben and Josh joined us afterwards towards the night for dinner... Was damn fun to go out with dem... cause it was actually a shopping trip for us... budden I ended up not buying anything... haha... from toon's blog he quite irate at the fact tat I din buy anything... Budden cannot say its my fault ma... I mean I din see anything tat caught my attention, people buy items via feeling 1... So I din buy anything on tat day lo... To top it off I was late when meeting them. :P So Paiseh la... but lucky I wasnt the oni 1 late... haha... Im such a bitch when meeting people... always makin people wait for me... Anyway we went from VivoCity in the afternoon ( cause me and gj booked out oni in the mornin ) and den to Orchard where we shopped in Taka and den Far East Plaza and finally went to MS for dinner where we were joined by Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was SUPER TOUCHED by Josh la... I mean I was bored during duty at night...and was thinking maybe Josh had booked out or smth den can talk and stuff and if he happened to be avaliable maybe can join us for shopping spree on Sat... Den found out he oni booking out at night or even maybe not bookin out at all... Was a bit sadz when he said tat la... budden din give it much thought.. Den when he called asking if he can join us I was SUPER SURPRISED and SUPER TOUCHED... I mean cause I kinda miss him and tat I oni told him on whim and he actually called and wanted to join us... OMG la... I cant believe pple will do tat la... so awwwwwwww.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... we cam-whore-mongers took over a hundred pic.... I'm becomin so vain... lol... ANYWAY &lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/Outing%20on%20the%20221108/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; are some photos... I just realised tat some was a HUGE understatement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1394718891277771368?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1394718891277771368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1394718891277771368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1394718891277771368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1394718891277771368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-trip-on-22th-of-nov.html' title='Shopping trip on the 22th of Nov'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-6969882874007089355</id><published>2008-11-22T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:24:01.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights out on the 19th of Nov</title><content type='html'>Whahaha... I cant believe what camera whore-mongers we are until I saw the amount of pictures that we took in just 1 nights out... Whee~! Toon, Ben Tan, Me, Wei Jie and GuanJun went to Taka for nights out on the 19th Of Nov since we are meeting Steve there... and what do you know... he brought a camera... hahaha... actually no surprises there la.. Took a total of 94 pics... wahaha... I doubt my blog can take anymore pics cause will lag badly... But I'll do my best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album link &lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/Nights%20Out%20191108/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-6969882874007089355?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/6969882874007089355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=6969882874007089355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6969882874007089355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6969882874007089355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/nights-out-on-19th-of-nov.html' title='Nights out on the 19th of Nov'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1188203364529517470</id><published>2008-11-15T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T05:19:52.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPH booksale</title><content type='html'>Went to MPH book sale with me bro today... was hopin to find at least the last book of the death gate cycle tat im still missing or at least Robert Jordan's wheel of time book 2 onwards... sadly... I found neither... Budden again... I bought quite a few books there, namely, The Da Vinci Code, Ripley's Game, The treatment and Salem Witch Trials... Haha... lookin forward to reading them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place was a mess... with books all around and children going through the books as if they were toys and the adults not even trying to stop them... I was wondering what happened to "Care for me, I'm just a book". People are just too self-centered these days to care about anyone or anything else... If this is the way the new generation is gonna be I'd rather remain stagnant forever... Wa... emo sia... haha... so unlike me... Haha... if only tat was the one bad experience I had tat day... Went to Expo via MRT and had another bad experience, as usual with the people who are on the platform. People rushing in without letting anyone alight 1st... I mean like how do you expect to get on the MRT if nobody gets off it first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD... PEOPLE!! GET SOME SENSE OF COURTESY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for me... My fam is not the kind to actually rush for fairs such as the food festival which was just beside the MPH sale... haha... I actually thank god for their perfect timing of having it during the MPH sale period... otherwise I would have died just trying to enter the hall which the sale was situated at. Looking at the amount of food tat the people buy I cant help but wonder how are they supposed to finish all those food??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1188203364529517470?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1188203364529517470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1188203364529517470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1188203364529517470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1188203364529517470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/mph-booksale.html' title='MPH booksale'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-3488391472378172032</id><published>2008-11-10T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:54:07.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curry Puffs</title><content type='html'>Lolz... my mom's bday and she wanted to make curry puffs... haha... Weird huh?? Wad to do... I have to make it with her... (Yes, I do know how to cook.) Haha.. was really fun la... going to buy ingredients and finding the recipe and den finally making the whole thing and seeing it come out very nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00229.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC00229.jpg" border="0" alt="Curry Puff dough"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add the filling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00228.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC00228.jpg" border="0" alt="Filling"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before cooking... take a few photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00230.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC00230.jpg" border="0" alt="Before cookin3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00232.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC00232.jpg" border="0" alt="Before cookin2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cooking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00235.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC00235.jpg" border="0" alt="All done3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00234.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC00234.jpg" border="0" alt="All done4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00239.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC00239.jpg" border="0" alt="All done"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... after all done... discovered that we forgot to add in eggs... Oh wells...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-3488391472378172032?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/3488391472378172032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=3488391472378172032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3488391472378172032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3488391472378172032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/curry-puffs.html' title='Curry Puffs'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/th_DSC00229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1057497237062907961</id><published>2008-11-10T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:34:40.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zara</title><content type='html'>Wahaha... I better not go into another Zara shop until the nxt season comes... I was supposed to be lookin for my mother's Bday gift when I chanced upon a Zara shop in Taka... Totally forgot there was one there and being a Zara whore... I walked in forgetting my main objective for going out today... Once inside... I zoomed into this bag which I have been wantin for some time already... nxt thing I know I was out of the shop with a Zara bag and a tee shirt would have been 2 if the other one din have a picture of a snake ( I HATE snakes )...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... was shopping all around town just trying to find a bag for my mother and den I had the weirdest inclination to step into Paragon... There I found my mother's bag which was damn weird cause Paragon is the last place I would expect myself to look for a bag even if its for my mom... haha... Anyway... went home happy that I got myself and my mom a bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/?action=view&amp;current=zPhoto-0001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/zPhoto-0001.jpg" border="0" alt="Zara bag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/?action=view&amp;current=zPhoto-0014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/zPhoto-0014.jpg" border="0" alt="Zara items"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its official... I'm broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... just discovered tat having leave during weekdays is such a nice feeling... You get to see shows that I never get to see if it was a normal day... Haha... watched desperate housewives and amazing race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny as I never thought tat desperate housewives would have lasted so long as a show... there I was thinking tat it was a show that was just watch and forget like a lot of these shows.. Watching it again after missing a lot of episodes in between I found out that it may actually be an interesting show thats worth watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about amazing race... its such a weird show... this episode they have people running all around new and old delhi... the only reason that I watch the show is that it shows places of interest all around the world without me leaving the comfort of my house...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1057497237062907961?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1057497237062907961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1057497237062907961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1057497237062907961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1057497237062907961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/zara.html' title='Zara'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-3999841708639683478</id><published>2008-11-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:26:07.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua, Toon, Yann Ming, Guan Jun, Kian Hwee and me</title><content type='html'>Haha... went out with josh, toon, yann ming, fucker and hwee today... makan a lot... and I mean a lot... and talked a lot... lol... finally got a pic wif josh... though a lot have to go halfway leavin oni me toon and fucker... its okiez... had loads of fun hangin out with dem... lol.. shld do it soonz... lets see some pics of FOOD!! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez... EDITED... &lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; are most of the photos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-3999841708639683478?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/3999841708639683478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=3999841708639683478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3999841708639683478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3999841708639683478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/joshua-toon-yann-ming-guan-jun-kian.html' title='Joshua, Toon, Yann Ming, Guan Jun, Kian Hwee and me'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-3137477579479366830</id><published>2008-11-07T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:37:58.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OC Mdm's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Lol... went to my posted out OC's wedding... and even brought my cam with me to take some pictures and zi lian a bit... lol... Had loads of fun there... even RSM, Staff Kenny and the old people who ORD-ed were there... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02150.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02150.jpg" border="0" alt="some of us"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy bear gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02153.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02153.jpg" border="0" alt="teddy bear"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02154.jpg" border="0" alt="Our table"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02155.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02155.jpg" border="0" alt="PS"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02156.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02156.jpg" border="0" alt="3some"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02160.jpg" border="0" alt="Hwee act cool"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02161.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02161.jpg" border="0" alt="Me and Hwee"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02158.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02158.jpg" border="0" alt="Eugene"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02163.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02163.jpg" border="0" alt="Joel"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02151.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02151.jpg" border="0" alt="me and fucker"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-3137477579479366830?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/3137477579479366830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=3137477579479366830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3137477579479366830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3137477579479366830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/oc-mdms-wedding.html' title='OC Mdm&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/th_DSC02150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1854854527463497806</id><published>2008-11-01T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:15:41.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outdated pics</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... this shld have been posted long ago... lol... guessed tat I was too lazy to do this sort of things again... haha... sometimes laziness as its disadvantages... Haha... getting back... this post shld have been posted at 11-10-2008... but as u can see... its only up now... haha... was a trip to town with josh toon and yann ming on a Sat... hmmmm... I wonder who planned it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... went to Paragon's Din Tai Feng to makan... even saw a bit of the hair fashion show... too bad I din bring cam den... otherwise sure take some photos of the outrageous hair styles ( if u can call dem hair styles anyway ) tat was showcased there.... Oh ya... went to swensons to eat earthquake also... damn full la tat day... eat eat eat... im turning fat again... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03769.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC03769.jpg" border="0" alt="4 heavenly kings"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03767.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC03767.jpg" border="0" alt="4 heavenly kings 2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03765.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC03765.jpg" border="0" alt="i luv takin photos"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC03772.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC03772.jpg" border="0" alt="Earthquake"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1854854527463497806?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1854854527463497806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1854854527463497806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1854854527463497806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1854854527463497806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/outdated-pics.html' title='Outdated pics'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/th_DSC03769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-3237260601106408632</id><published>2008-11-01T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T04:23:17.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BOS duty</title><content type='html'>Wahahaha... bow before me... I'm the bos for today... ya right... totally rotting here in the office which I am supposed to stay and help the duty officer with stuffs... I nid some entertainment man... haiz... as they say... a bored man is an angry man... okiez... fake 1... tats wad I would say... OMG... I'm getting looney... somebody save me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endure....endure...endure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it counts as one duty down for the mth of nov... few more to "look" forward to only... and just so I dun spam thru the comics I'm doin everything in my power to read slowly... bloody hell I even went to read the newspaper... which I havent done in a long... long long time... Anyway... being BOS is quite relaxing in the weekend... esp if your DO is a nice person... haha... I'm grateful for all the people tat I have to work with durin my regimental duties are all good people who help me along the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a BANZAI! to all whom have help me in wadeva way tat you did... and another BANZAI!! to all me friends who were there when I needed a friend... and a last BANZAI!!! to all who were not there but still made an effort to make my life so much better knowing tat you care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-3237260601106408632?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/3237260601106408632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=3237260601106408632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3237260601106408632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/3237260601106408632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/bos-duty.html' title='BOS duty'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-4265514117249724204</id><published>2008-11-01T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:18:52.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>Song: Lucky&lt;br /&gt;Singer: Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lucky-lyrics-jason-mraz.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-4265514117249724204?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/4265514117249724204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=4265514117249724204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4265514117249724204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4265514117249724204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/11/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2997017191812411562</id><published>2008-10-31T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:57:03.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delta Coy Outing</title><content type='html'>1st company outing!! haha... was really excited abt today... cause the whole week I got loads of time to rest... haha... well... tats not the pt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... trip to sentosa is really a pain... goin to sentosa... den siloso beach... den finding parking lots... damn troublesome sia... sat in my staff johnny's car... heard loads of jay chou song in his car... although I dun like jay chou hu am I to judge right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching, me and kian hwee felt thirsty and tot to buy drinks for the rest as well... so we went drinks hunting, with joel, ivan and guan jun... went around the beach twice just to decided tat there is no cheers or 7-11 in siloso beach where we can buy frm... den had to go all the way to palawan beach's 7-11 to buy... wahaha... we saw the time and it was like 11 by the time we went back to siloso... and our reservation for lunch at harbourfront centre was at 12...lol la... Once we reach, we played frisbee with pc bryan... haha... damn fun... havent played tat in awhile le... din really have time nor pple to play with la... so was quite happy... haha... den took pics and went to orange lantern for lunch... a vietnamese restaurant la... had seafood hotpot... was quite nice... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delta coy and kian hwee gg to be dunked in the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02129.jpg" border="0" alt="delta"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02130.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/DSC02130.jpg" border="0" alt="gone for a swim?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when we began eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02137.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC02137.jpg" border="0" alt="combo rolls"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02142.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC02142.jpg" border="0" alt="seafood hotpot"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02143.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC02143.jpg" border="0" alt="frosty logan"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02144.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC02144.jpg" border="0" alt="all done"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/?action=view&amp;current=DSC02138.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Food/DSC02138.jpg" border="0" alt="no more rolls"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2997017191812411562?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2997017191812411562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2997017191812411562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2997017191812411562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2997017191812411562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/10/delta-coy-outing.html' title='Delta Coy Outing'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo39/kamiue/Outings/th_DSC02129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-6500711200209572757</id><published>2008-10-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:07:12.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink - Who Knew</title><content type='html'>Singer: Pink&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Pink%20Lyrics/Who%20Knew%20Lyrics.html"&gt;lyrics007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;You promised me you'd be around&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;I took your words&lt;br /&gt;And I believed&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;br /&gt;You said to me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah huh&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're all wrong&lt;br /&gt;I know better&lt;br /&gt;cause you said forever&lt;br /&gt;and ever&lt;br /&gt;who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were such fools&lt;br /&gt;And so convinced and just too cool&lt;br /&gt;Oh no&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could touch you again&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could still call you a friend&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone said count your blessings now&lt;br /&gt;For they're long gone&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just didn't know how&lt;br /&gt;I was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;They knew better&lt;br /&gt;Still you said forever&lt;br /&gt;And ever&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you locked in my head&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;(Until we)&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget you my friend&lt;br /&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;br /&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;br /&gt;Cause they're all wrong&lt;br /&gt;That last kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;And time makes&lt;br /&gt;It harder&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;br /&gt;But I keep&lt;br /&gt;Your memory&lt;br /&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;My darling&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;Who knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-6500711200209572757?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/6500711200209572757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=6500711200209572757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6500711200209572757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6500711200209572757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/10/pink-who-knew.html' title='Pink - Who Knew'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-6544185861372108359</id><published>2008-10-30T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:59:28.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>Hwee~! Just went shopping and bought some clothes and stuff... was really surprised cause I dun usually get to buy so many clohes in a day... normally if I can get to see at most 1 tat I like is like quite rare le... Although not much but I at least saw 3 tops tat I like... haha... I guess shopping during a weekday is different from shopping in a weekend... Today was me 1st leave since I entered army... not countin the block leaves la but it was so cool to have leave now and den... gibs me a lot of free time to do wad I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top it off... today I had dinner at home!!! haha... seems like a small thing to some people but to me its like a HUGE thing la... I cant even remember when I had homecooked rice le... my dad took out the hot pan thingy and bought meat, sashimi, mushrooms, asparagus and fish to cook... I was like so happy and ate a lot. haha... I'm turning into a pig...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-6544185861372108359?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/6544185861372108359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=6544185861372108359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6544185861372108359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6544185861372108359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/10/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2903703711280466354</id><published>2008-10-30T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T06:30:16.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bday</title><content type='html'>Lol... my bday was quite sometime ago... but I forgot to post abt it... haha... goes to show how forgetful I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... the few days b4 my bday I was feelin kindof sadz... cause I found out tat I cannot take leave on tat day cause of army stuff tat happened to start on tat day... I was totally saddenz by tat fact la... really really wanted to rest on my bday like not having to face pple and all tat stuff, having some me time... but seems like tat wun be happening... so I tot wad the hell la, just go on like a normal day lorz... I even forgot tat it was my bday on tat day... haha... just stress abt some things here and there... but on tat day... I was goin down to start the day of work again when Guan Jun wished me happy birthday... I was so shocked and din noe how to reply... haha... to think I would forgot abt my own birthday... forgetfullness, the power of coping with things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... den the rest of the days was filled with people in stagmont wishing me heppy birthday... I was soooo happy already.... haha... im such a easily please person... I mean I just wan to spend time with close friends and talk and tat would already be a very gd bday present for me le... Den after office hrs I went back to bunk early... seeing as I din have anything else to do, I might as well not stay in bunker... After awhile Ben came back and I was like surprised cause they went out... haha... maybe a bit jealous also... anyway... I was like talkin and talkin... den suddenly more and more pple started to come in... and I was like y so many pple sia ( bloody memory made me forget its my bday again ) den it started feeling a bit weird... Ben went to switch off the lights and I was like thinking is he gonna slp or smth la (super paiseh at tat thought)... Den toon and gang started comin in with a cake and singing happy bday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like totally shocked cause I NVR get a surprise bday party... Haha...den when they came in the fans were still on and blew out the candles before it could reach the table... They went out again and started to light the candles again... haha... I, being an ass ran for it and make them chase me... unfortunately wasnt a gold in IPPT and lost in running spd... so having to surrender I was dragged back to the cake... they sang the song and force me to cut the cake and make wishes... haha... funny my bday wish every year seems the same and I never make anything concrete, haha shall not say anymore abt me wish... Anyway... was really happy tat I have friends like toon and josh.. I was really awww-ed by their thoughts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2903703711280466354?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2903703711280466354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2903703711280466354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2903703711280466354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2903703711280466354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-bday.html' title='My Bday'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2961123702388387954</id><published>2008-10-03T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:09:59.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guard Duty</title><content type='html'>I did Guard Commander le... lol... not a bit deal la but to me it kind of is... super stress thru-out de night cause got a lot of books to sign and cannot really slp... Anyway... lucky me bos is nice and do also friendly... so i still can take it... hee hee hee... seems like im always depending on someone else to help me... and lucky there is always someone else to help me... otherwise, i wld have been the person wif the worst luck in the whole world le... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back frm guard duty and was SUPER shacked tat went to slp the moment my head hit the bed... din even wake up when kian hwee came in...( lol... im a pig ) Anyway... woke up around afternoon... den we both decided we not goin to lunch cause we too lazy to... Nxt thing tat happened... we had a field pack inspection... din even noe... we jus knew the date and tot it was in the morning... den after inspection decided it was not worth the time to go bunker... so we slpt again and woke up oni to book out... lol... guard duty is really shack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2961123702388387954?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2961123702388387954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2961123702388387954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2961123702388387954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2961123702388387954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/10/guard-duty.html' title='Guard Duty'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-5657032584519445688</id><published>2008-09-26T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:36:12.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Just so tired and drained out nowadays... dunno y... maybe cause of lack of slp... maybe cause i get so fucked up everyday trying to act nice is just not my forte... Gettin up early... acting nice and having to baby sit pple... Speaking chinese almost all the time.. OMG la... SUPER draining!!! And to top it off i kind of miss josh they all... although i still see jin sometimes... maybe ill go visit SI someday soon just to go and talk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-5657032584519445688?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/5657032584519445688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=5657032584519445688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5657032584519445688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5657032584519445688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-4552521613729159706</id><published>2008-09-05T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:51:35.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unit</title><content type='html'>HEY!! lolz... now tat Ive been in my unit for a week le... starting to get used to it... but everyday I am still learning new things... its ok and im starting to like my unit... haha... we also startin to bond tgt as a company... with us 4... lol... we named ourselves " come-sum-ah-mi-da"... meaning thank you in korean... haha... so lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... met josh and sean after we book out... me matt josh jin and sean... just like when we were in SI...with yann ming also la... lol... brings back memories... anyway... we talked a lot abt out unit la... actually mostlys abt dem complainin abt their unit... lolz... was fun... really miss dem la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-4552521613729159706?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/4552521613729159706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=4552521613729159706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4552521613729159706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4552521613729159706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/09/unit.html' title='unit'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-4156026398271445267</id><published>2008-08-26T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T06:11:01.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass Out Lorz</title><content type='html'>PASS OUT LE!!! NO MORE TRAINEE LIFE LE!!! ( i guess )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!! finished my course le... ASLC can kiss my ass bb le... Now tat part of life is over I suddenly feel damn sad... cannot see me bunk mates when I wake up in the mornings le... i mean im too used to seein them around tat I feel bit lost when they are not around me... and tat means tat I have to go and meet new pple and get to noe them all over again... seeing them all goin in diff directions make me all the more sadder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh seems really really sad tat he goin 3 sig and tat matt me and jin are stayin in stagmont... i really feel injust for him lorz... but bo bian... and aft he heard jerry say he post all the "good bois" in 8 sig he got more sad thinkin he is not a gd boi... lolz la... i mean if jerry actually knew me he wun say tat im a gd boi le... TAT SHIP HAS SAILED MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... now super sadz la... I have pple in SI frm all over the shop...&lt;br /&gt;BMT - Chong&lt;br /&gt;BSLC - Glenn&lt;br /&gt;Now... I feel so sadz tat i miss them already... Now tat I have more people tat i really like in this course... i feel tat its really really sadz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-4156026398271445267?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/4156026398271445267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=4156026398271445267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4156026398271445267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/4156026398271445267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/08/pass-out-lorz.html' title='Pass Out Lorz'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-5267815449747229986</id><published>2008-08-23T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:43:38.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHM</title><content type='html'>OMG... I am so siao... Just returned frm a 10 km run/walk/jog... and it was really really long run... although I was runnin with friends, it was a really really long run tat seemed to nvr finish... Now totally shack... seeing as how I totally hate runnin, as many wld noe... Bar is just not made for runnin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-5267815449747229986?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/5267815449747229986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=5267815449747229986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5267815449747229986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/5267815449747229986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahm.html' title='AHM'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2002089643643723114</id><published>2008-08-23T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:34:14.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IC again and again</title><content type='html'>ONCE again... they suay me kenna IC...1st kenna ic for 1 project and 3 exercises den now... platoon IC... WAD IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD?!?!?!?! lolz... i love to complain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... POP LO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY 3SG le... so happy... but the parade was screwed up!!! haha... hu cares anyway rite?? kind of emo rite now... seeing as how some of us wld be leaving stagmont... Jess, Brock, Derrick, Solo and Glenn whom was with me since SISPEC... now all leaving me... saddenz... hopefully we can keep in contact... Cause I really treasure the time we spent tgt... I tot aft goin to SISPEC, my life wld suck really bad as seein how some of the pple there are all kindof asshole-lic I tot  if I have to face pple like tat ever again I wld bang my head and die... but luckily I have u guys with me... and to Jacky and Vege boi whom I will see in my new unit... I guess we can make everyday fun and exciting... Jin and Matt!! I'll come visit u two when I have time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the parade... kind of scary since I have to collect my silver bayonet frm a BG( Yes, I silver bayonet... oddly enuf... I'm sorry Josh for stealing it frm u... I always tot u were the one to get it )... One Star leiz... I was like shivering when I was up front at the podium there... I hope no one saw me shake there... And dang I forgot to shake hands with the guy b4 I salute... and I was like forcing a salute into a handshake... SUPER MA LU LARZ!!!! Took some pics with my parents on my dad's phone cam since they forgot to charge the actual digicam... I was just glad the parade was almost over at tat time la... Den after the parade the bayonet holders were takin pics with OC and our yeye ( ST Tan )... so funny la our yeye... make fun of OC...  Den started to run around takin pics here and there with josh they all... hopefully can find them and get the pics... lol... I sure look vv ma lu there 1...( Will upload the pics if i ever get them... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2002089643643723114?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2002089643643723114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2002089643643723114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2002089643643723114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2002089643643723114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/08/ic-again-and-again.html' title='IC again and again'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-1555834080652578246</id><published>2008-08-16T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:50:17.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Car accident</title><content type='html'>1st car accident... OMG!!! It feels like I am getting smacked by an elephant... My dad was driving and turning right when I saw a long vehicle coming towards us... I was like a bit stunned and I told my dad when he made an E-brake... After tat I was feeling it was a sure hitter... den I felt it... I kept my eyes open and all I saw was my air-bag opening up and den smoke was fuming all over the car... I was shocked and the 1st thing tat crossed my mind was to open the door and get out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den I heard tat the guy beat the red light cause he was trying to cut a lorry and din see the red light... I was so irritated at tat bloody guy... Lucky my specs wasn't broken... otherwise I would have literally killed the guy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-1555834080652578246?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/1555834080652578246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=1555834080652578246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1555834080652578246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/1555834080652578246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/08/1st-car-accident.html' title='1st Car accident'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-6699601203843186520</id><published>2008-08-16T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:14:03.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POP</title><content type='html'>Goin to POP lo... Trainin for POP now... Hope to be able to be get it over and done soon... also I wanna pass SOC... BUT... I cant seem to get over tat shit... haiz... sadz... Now goin separate ways I cant really say Im not sad... i will really miss guys from my bunk after all we have been through... from the 1st week we met up until now... from when people in our bunk were reshuffled and josh, jin, solo and derrick came frm IC2... till now after we finished our EX endurance... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really brings back memories after all the things we have been thru... Havent felt this way since BMT when in Tekong when my platoon mates and I were all together goin thru all the shit tgt... GOD it brings back memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-6699601203843186520?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/6699601203843186520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=6699601203843186520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6699601203843186520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6699601203843186520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/08/pop.html' title='POP'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-6077579810140219124</id><published>2008-08-09T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:25:18.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day</title><content type='html'>Happy 43th National Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although that wad I would like to say... but im not the kind of person who love his country so much that I would say such a thing... But... I dun actually hate my country... I dun like parades which are repeated over and over again.. Its getting boring... and after watching it again and again for a few years Ive totally grown old of the parade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse National day until now I think... went for a not so good dinner at a really weird restaurant... and I cant keep my mind off the fact that my duty is postponed to another day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-6077579810140219124?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/6077579810140219124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=6077579810140219124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6077579810140219124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/6077579810140219124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day.html' title='National Day'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-2685413899459542246</id><published>2008-08-08T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T08:56:37.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO SEE</title><content type='html'>Lolz... long time no post here le... Anyway... its National Day soonz... in abt 10 mins... Ya like I care liddat rite?? Cant say tat im patriotic although I must say im glad im here at home tonight... Hee hee hee... Cause I dun have to be in duty... HWEE~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... army isnt half as bad... especially when there are friends with you goin thru the same shit as you go thru... I mean at times it may feel shitty but its all gd in the end if we can just laugh abt it tgt... or at most whine abt it tgt... and SIGNALS is NOT a slack unit as some pple may think it is...SHIT sia... its almost as shiong as infantry lorz... and we get xposed to radiation and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... today was a super sucky day... some idiot in SI is being an idiot again... and made us do 100 counts of some shit... OMG la... 100 COUNTS u noe... and im not the fit kind lorz... damn bloody idiot u noe... GAWD!!! In any case, we still have to bear with him for like a few weeks and tat sucks man... Now im like totally shacked out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzZzZzZzZzZzZz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-2685413899459542246?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/2685413899459542246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=2685413899459542246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2685413899459542246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/2685413899459542246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-time-no-see.html' title='LONG TIME NO SEE'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116706040158855788</id><published>2006-12-25T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T07:26:41.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas to ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPREAD THE LOVE!!! I LOVE ALL OF YOUS!!! *muacks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okiez... enuf of the disgusting stuffs... Spent the whole of christmas day and eve with me fam... Christmas is all abt the love and fam... and all... so spend the day wisely and have LOADS and LOADS of fun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i bitten by the Christmas bug le... cant stop with this Christmas Christmas stuffs... anyway... had 2 dinners today... haha... had a proper dinner at around 7... den at 9 went to botanic gardens for a drink den ended up having like 2 thosai and 1 roti john.... im so goin fat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116706040158855788?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116706040158855788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116706040158855788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116706040158855788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116706040158855788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116611179039408489</id><published>2006-12-14T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:56:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving instruc</title><content type='html'>Today's instructor was an ASS... A HUGE 1 I tell u... He has some SERIOUS issue with me or smth la... keep screaming as if I deaf or smth liddat... den I think he hates me or smth... keep correcting me for small mistakes... I was like WTF la.. my 2nd lesson oni leiz... not say its my 20th lesson right? I hate tat ass... den now make me so tired... to think I rested like a lot yesterday... now he make me uber tired again... argh... super pissed at him... den make me think of another thing la... IDIOT!!! now I doubt I can slp tonight le... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... at least I passed my FTT... haha... the guy hu briefed us was staring at me for so long when I did my test... lol... den I packin up after I fin my test cause the results will be shown on screen... he looked at my screen and look at me again... lol... I look at him... and scooted out of there in 5 secs flat...haha... maybe he din think I would pass... BUDDEN... I think I passed with 90% oni cause I got like 5 qns which I not too sure... well... at least I passed it... haha... hope this can be over ASAP sia... I hate to see the other instructor again... I watch other instructors teach and they dun seem to stress out their instructee like the one I had today do... Haiz... just hope I dun EVER see him again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116611179039408489?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116611179039408489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116611179039408489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116611179039408489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116611179039408489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/12/driving-instruc.html' title='Driving instruc'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116524016595076210</id><published>2006-12-04T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T05:49:25.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fever</title><content type='html'>Wa... I have fever and flu... BEST combination sia... Sianz... sleep till my head damn pain sia... So bored also... cannot go out... no show... nobody to bite... nobody to disturb... Den Brien, Linda, Mau, Clint and Lester all went to Sentosa today I cannot go... T.T I wanna go... Anyway... I wonder wad they do all day... hmmm... Anyway... now temperature is 36.8 Degrees Celcius but my body feels like 38 Degrees Celcius la... so hot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116524016595076210?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116524016595076210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116524016595076210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116524016595076210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116524016595076210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/12/fever.html' title='Fever'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116480937818364038</id><published>2006-11-29T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T06:09:38.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA</title><content type='html'>Tml is opening of IKEA Tampines... although its like almost in Pasir Ris le they still call it IKEA Tampines... thinking of goin there... I walking there... haha. so close to my house...lol... hope got something nice to see there la... if not I sianz diaoz go home straight away sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway hope all u pple out there are well... weather getting weirder and weirder... loads of disease flying all around so u all beta be careful and take care yaz?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116480937818364038?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116480937818364038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116480937818364038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116480937818364038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116480937818364038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/ikea.html' title='IKEA'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116472764691271917</id><published>2006-11-28T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:27:26.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsubasa Chronicles</title><content type='html'>Hyuu~! Finally episode 26 of my anime fin le.. last eps of 2nd season... T.T so sadz... I think... Barry is officially heartless... Anyway... waited like 1 week for subs la... damn jack... Time to go for hibernation till April of nxt yr when 3rd season starting... lol... Joking la... got BLEACH also ma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of Nobody coming out in 16th Of December... Muahaha... MUST WATCH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Siglap Sec got some camp or something... haha... can heard screams of gals... kenna like banshee sia... make me look away from my TV show... lol.. I damn slacker... ANYWAY tats not the point... I din tot there will be like camps this time of the year... Haiz... have lots of things to clear up this hols... Hope I can fin all of dem... must not forget to slack... so to those who are working hard doing their stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those who are just plain slackers and are doing what they do best... SLACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOUS TOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116472764691271917?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116472764691271917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116472764691271917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116472764691271917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116472764691271917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/tsubasa-chronicles.html' title='Tsubasa Chronicles'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116455098994854475</id><published>2006-11-26T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T06:23:09.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... phone got prob I think... sms pple like nvr receive 1 leiz... or pple ignoring me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha... hope not la... Anyway Tuffy gone le... back to its owner... oh ya if you all dunno Tuffy is a kitten... he stayed in my house for 1 week cause my bro's friend need someone to take care while she convince her dad to let her keep her 3rd cat... haha... Tuffy vv cute... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st he likes to follow pple... esp me... all around the house... when pple walk, he will like go niao you from leg to leg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd he likes to sleep a lot... esp on me bed... We made a bed for it liaoz he still run towards my bed and slp there... especially on the left corner of my bed... den I will have to like make space for it... haha... still remembered the 1st night... Cause I vv scared cold 1... and den tat night we on air-con... cause my bro was there... and he went from his basket to under my blanket in between my legs there sleep... I woke up in the middle of the night and he was there... I damn shocked la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd he likes pples legs... haha... I mean if he damn active I put him on my lap only he will fall asleep 1 la... so cute... haha... I look forward to the day I get a pet like Tuffy la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now tat he's back to he's owner I can relax a bit le... no need feed him in the morning le.. and he wun wake me up in the morning le.. haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116455098994854475?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116455098994854475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116455098994854475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116455098994854475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116455098994854475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/phone.html' title='Phone'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116444783463379846</id><published>2006-11-25T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T01:43:54.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>Wahaha... vv long nvr post anything... eh... class chalet quite fun la... I mean it got more fun from the 2nd evening when more pple came la... 1st day only got 4 guys... haha... Clint said it was wad? sausage festival ar? lol.. damn funny... haha... top spin was fun... but I really suck at playing games la...so cannot blame aways kenna trashed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway watched like 3 movies thru the 2nd night... Exorcist the begining, Mortuary and Boo... Exorcist was okiez as usual... I mean like I watch b4 le ma... so not scary at all... Boo was a damn slow start... but at the end still okiez... den last was Mortuary... show was totally lame... lucky I din wanna slp or else I would have died there la... stupid show lorz... not to mention it was not even scary... even FU din scream... haha... Budden... watching the rest of dem was much more funny... especially FU, Brien and Mau... Mau kept hiding being her pullover, FU screamed and Brien followed after tat... wahahaha... tat scene was unforgetable... at least they still managed to slp after tat la... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun talk with FU and Lester after the 3 movies after everyone fell asleep... haha... I din noe 1 round of Indian Poker can make us talk so much stuffs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116444783463379846?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116444783463379846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116444783463379846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116444783463379846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116444783463379846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116366726237643346</id><published>2006-11-16T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:54:22.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Instructor</title><content type='html'>Uncle Tan kako e.. So cool... hyuu to him... haha... dunno wad I tokin abt right? Uncle Tan is me driving instructor... he so cool... and I tot all driving instructors are stone face... haha... he is so cool... got 2 children... one older by 1 yr... 1 younger by 1 year... lol... vv random... well... he say 1 ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I drove on me 1st lesson... wahahaha... had so much fun there... although goin round and round the car park... it was DAMN cool... hyuu...haha... he taught me so much things... how to stall... how not to stall.. how to accelerate... how to make a smooth drive... and how to manage me clutch... MUCH more fun then my theory lessonz... haha... I got a new CCA le... Driving...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116366726237643346?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116366726237643346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116366726237643346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116366726237643346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116366726237643346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/driving-instructor.html' title='Driving Instructor'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116350072296943372</id><published>2006-11-14T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:38:43.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianz</title><content type='html'>PW IS FINALLY OVER... bwahahahaha... finally can heave a sigh of relief... no more PW meetings and stress over it... muahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Brien for listening to me during the trip to sch today... haha... thanks for e advices also... Lester I wanna noe wad u all toking abt today... Poon ar... sorry for stepping on you leg so many times... haha... I vv bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet is on the 20th to 22nd... if you all dunno... and it will be at downtown east pasir ris... SO COOL... anyway... looking forward to it... I'll sms the class nearer the date la... lazy to do it now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116350072296943372?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116350072296943372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116350072296943372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116350072296943372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116350072296943372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/sianz.html' title='Sianz'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116325519182324059</id><published>2006-11-11T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T06:26:31.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st lesson</title><content type='html'>Barry has booked his 1st driving lesson! SO COOL... haha... I vv lame... today me mummy's bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Bday Mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out the whole day... 1st to get me liscence... went there early... spent like 30 mins den she say wrong counter... go 2nd floor... WA! I was like so irritated la... and she took less than 10 seconds to say tat la... den I went up WAIT AGAIN... den while waiting I saw pple standing up and going towards a stack of paper.. I went there... hey hay... got application... read the instructions there... " Please take 2 mins to fill up this application form." I see... and den wrote everything within 30 secs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got me liscence vv happy le... shiok! went out for lunch with me fam... den we went shopping in Queensway Shopping Centre... Bought 2 shirts in the same shop... lol... cause the salesgal there overly enthu... Den went to Zara in MS and like bought another 2 shirts... lol... I have to like stop... Spent 200 bucks in a day... my heart and my dad's pocket vv pain... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den went to have dinner at Wu Zhao Pai Seafood... muahaha... there the food vv nice... but I keep dropping things into the food... 1st was the utencils... den my spec... dun ask me how my specs drop inside... it just happened... den again... maybe cause my hand itchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den come home... writing mins... cause my leader - Sk - msg me to do mins by monday... sianz... anyway I lazy to do mins... den just went to book my driving lesson... haha... the thing so cool la... circut lessons starting on thurs... ple gimme ur support... lol... I vv thick skinned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116325519182324059?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116325519182324059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116325519182324059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116325519182324059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116325519182324059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/1st-lesson.html' title='1st lesson'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116307866335464728</id><published>2006-11-09T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T05:24:23.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BTT complete</title><content type='html'>Hwee... Passed my BTT... can drive le... technically... Anyway the qns werent TAT hard anyway... quite easy if u like do it for 10 times in 2 weeks...lol... Anyway gald I passed... lol... spent like 12 mins plus doing all 50 qns... com damn lag la.. options come out like snail liddat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... heard the person over there gibing explanations to us was like if you pass... can apply PDL ( Provisional Driving Liscence ) - which I'm like going to do tml - and FTT ( Final Theory Test ) which needs to go down the office... But if you fail can go down the office register for your nxt test office close at 9 so still got time... I was like WTH... liddat also can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... vv happy tat I passed... lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116307866335464728?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116307866335464728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116307866335464728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116307866335464728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116307866335464728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/btt-complete.html' title='BTT complete'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116300373689339325</id><published>2006-11-08T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T08:35:36.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day left</title><content type='html'>Hwee...1 day left to BTT ( Basic theory test )... Barry scared... Barry wan hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. crazy le... anyway... tml is my BTT le... hope can pass... if not must wait again... I SO wanna start me driving le... so must hurry... not much time left le... Today spent most of me time doing wad I love best... slacking and talking rubbish to pple... muahaha... Tml cannot so lazy le... have to go out do some things... look some things... buy some things... if possible... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Nic: Heyz... U have to relax ya... hmm.. maybe u wun see this... but ya... RELAX!! Slp more... if possible...lol... and when you free call me and clo out and we can go thrash things again... Miss the times when we just sit in class and blabber abt everything around the sun...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Clo: Hmm.. I wonder why I do this... you wun read my blog 1 wad... anyway... U beta stop going : Ask meh, if she going den I go... Otherwise I'll make it my personal agenda to murder you... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG... my mom's bday coming soonz... I wonder wad to get her... Sianz... go shopping again ba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116300373689339325?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116300373689339325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116300373689339325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116300373689339325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116300373689339325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/1-day-left.html' title='1 day left'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116290435183295912</id><published>2006-11-07T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:59:11.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OP</title><content type='html'>Wahahaha... OP kenna jacked... talked a bunch of nonsense and stutter a lot... din noe I could stutter liddat... too nervous? Guess so... anyway i guess i plain suck at talking to people i dunno and large audiences... tend to stutter... but not as much as today... today was the worst... went on to the Q&amp;A session... Smoking time! I din noe wad the qns was all abt la... so... SMOKE! Lol.. I guess tat went better as compared to having to talk to them... was my exp weird? I noe i dun have exp when I talkin... esp formal thingys... sure stone face de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... went down with RJ to cafe to buy drink... lol... heard his comments I wanna laugh until I die... as expected his reaction was super nonsense... anyway he din hear much of my smoking... so cant get anything abt tat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... sorry guys... I cant join u all in today's lan... Gomenesai! I realli din feel like goin anyway... so sorry ya... esp to lester... tried to convince me... but sorry la... guess I was selfish den...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTT in 2 days... doom...&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;br /&gt;I hope I pass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116290435183295912?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116290435183295912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116290435183295912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116290435183295912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116290435183295912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/op.html' title='OP'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116277775876853131</id><published>2006-11-05T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:49:18.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed</title><content type='html'>Wootz... I passed all 4 tests which I tried tat day... lol... 98, 96, 96, 100 % for each of the tests... Haha... but Ubi a bit far sia... discovered got 58 which goes around there... but 58 a bit slow ar... Watched a Japanese film my bro brought back... Umizaru... Not that bad though not much of an ending... bro say got 2nd part to the film... budden... still feels a bit weird that they end tat way... Wad happen to the gal??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sianz... BTT on thursday... hope can pass... den get my PDL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116277775876853131?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116277775876853131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116277775876853131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116277775876853131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116277775876853131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/passed.html' title='Passed'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116264257043139589</id><published>2006-11-04T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T04:16:10.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd test</title><content type='html'>Argh... tml 2nd test before my BTT ( Basic Theory Test )... Haha... shld I be scared or happy? Dunno... Anyway... I'll be havin me test on thurs... so... wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays no new anime to watch le... a bit sianz... at home also nth much to do... cept for blog and chat and wadeva la... Anyway... came back frm eating steamboat... burnt my tongue though... now a bit numb numb 1... lol... everytime eat steamboat I always end up burning my tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nic! If you are reading this... Must find one day we can go out and chill together ar... oh and call my slave along too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116264257043139589?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116264257043139589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116264257043139589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116264257043139589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116264257043139589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/2nd-test.html' title='2nd test'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-116261460515539263</id><published>2006-11-03T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T20:30:05.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting anew</title><content type='html'>Haha... just decided to restart this blog... cause a bit bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO anyway.. It'll go under HUGE renovations... look forward to it... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... the other posts are ancient history... no use reading them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-116261460515539263?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/116261460515539263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=116261460515539263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116261460515539263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/116261460515539263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2006/11/starting-anew.html' title='Starting anew'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-113452735085147782</id><published>2005-12-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:29:10.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>2 more days left to the posting of the PAE ( Provisional Admission Exercise ) which is most probably known to all of you as first 3 months... Wahahahahaha.... so excited... Im almost jumping up and down... I cant sit still now... I almost cannot even sit still here to type finish this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case... I am such a klutz these few days... Everytime kenna something and cut myself or smth... hahaha... guess Im a klutz from the beginning...Budden I guess I cant just stop here right? I'll have to go on like the song I remmeber from somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep going on... even if my hands are broken&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bleeding...&lt;br /&gt;Even after I die... I'll keep going on&lt;br /&gt;Until I reach my goal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something liddat la... I cant really remember the whole thing so I'm typing this out from memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-113452735085147782?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/113452735085147782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=113452735085147782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/113452735085147782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/113452735085147782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/12/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-113405012893106360</id><published>2005-12-08T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T05:55:28.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobless</title><content type='html'>Wahahaha... this hols not finding a job a bit sianz... see everybody so hard at work at earning their keep.... But i bloody slacker!!! So not finding a job ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... My house goin under HUGE renovation... so it will be really really messy and I'll be really really busy with all the moving things in and taking things out so tat it will all make it in time for the chinese new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about chinese new year... my bro will be gone to NS in like a mth's time... awwwwww.... I'lll be sooooooo vvvvvv bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-113405012893106360?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/113405012893106360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=113405012893106360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/113405012893106360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/113405012893106360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/12/jobless.html' title='Jobless'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-113319147562994641</id><published>2005-11-28T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T07:24:35.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh</title><content type='html'>Haha... i guess i have been neglecting this blog for sometime liaoz... Well... I think Im getting it cleaned up and done nicely now... so it looks better... I hope... Just gimme a few days... oh ya... leave your link or anything at e taggy so i can link u too k? thxs in advance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have signed up for the PAE so... I guess im getting in a jc in like a few weeks time... wish me luck ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY... If u leave ur workplace and time of work I might pop by to visit :)&lt;br /&gt;Cabut lectures!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-113319147562994641?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/113319147562994641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=113319147562994641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/113319147562994641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/113319147562994641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/11/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-112113708389236692</id><published>2005-07-11T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:58:03.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FNN</title><content type='html'>Now in fnn lesson... lata got chinese oral... time to DIE!!! Lolz... just kidding... but I not sure if i can pass the exam this time...  Hahahahaha... i lack of confidence sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. wad the hack la... lata go then noe liaoz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-112113708389236692?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/112113708389236692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=112113708389236692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/112113708389236692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/112113708389236692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/07/fnn.html' title='FNN'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111804275945235635</id><published>2005-06-06T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:25:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking</title><content type='html'>Cooking is an art... Yesterday was practical time and we all went out to buy the ingredients to cook... Wa... when we were cooking tat time so many pple were running here and there is totally like a show where people are dancing all around the Home-Ed room and its quite funny... Its actually like people dancing... Hahaha... I dun even noe how I can think of such things...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111804275945235635?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111804275945235635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111804275945235635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111804275945235635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111804275945235635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/06/cooking.html' title='Cooking'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111754873898266425</id><published>2005-05-31T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T07:12:18.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madagascar</title><content type='html'>Went watching Madagascar with me peeps yesterday ( 30th of May ) its quite a funi movie when u are in serious need of a laugh la... I mean like aft MT Os everything is funni liaoz right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday was the day Monkey Business the new BEP ( Black eyed peas ) album came out... Wa... I still cannot find sia...But then nvm la... I'll get it one day or another :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEP RULZ!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111754873898266425?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111754873898266425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111754873898266425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111754873898266425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111754873898266425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/madagascar.html' title='Madagascar'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111717068895881569</id><published>2005-05-26T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T05:08:31.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Class pictures</title><content type='html'>Ok here's my collection of our class 5N2!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man so many things happen sia.... so memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img276.echo.cx/img276/7430/26thmay5n2foodfair9pd.jpg"&gt;http://img276.echo.cx/img276/7430/26thmay5n2foodfair9pd.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img276.echo.cx/img276/1104/beforethefoodfair0iv.jpg"&gt;http://img276.echo.cx/img276/1104/beforethefoodfair0iv.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img276.echo.cx/img276/2452/chairmanronand2beimian4hd.jpg"&gt;http://img276.echo.cx/img276/2452/chairmanronand2beimian4hd.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img269.echo.cx/img269/5545/derekeatingporridge3vo.jpg"&gt;http://img269.echo.cx/img269/5545/derekeatingporridge3vo.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img269.echo.cx/img269/5978/jemeatingpeimian6sb.jpg"&gt;http://img269.echo.cx/img269/5978/jemeatingpeimian6sb.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img269.echo.cx/img269/7629/jackeatin8lo.jpg"&gt;http://img269.echo.cx/img269/7629/jackeatin8lo.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img269.echo.cx/img269/330/limeatin4fd.jpg"&gt;http://img269.echo.cx/img269/330/limeatin4fd.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111717068895881569?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111717068895881569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111717068895881569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111717068895881569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111717068895881569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/class-pictures.html' title='Class pictures'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111710308723723809</id><published>2005-05-26T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T03:24:47.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency exercise</title><content type='html'>Wa... 2day got emergency exercise so free sia... got kopitiam also can relac at class...haha... class is getting to be more homely..even with a homely feeling in it...Then we got back out results for our md-yr...This mid-yr ar... damn hard sia... so its so damn hard to do sia...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... but its over now... so we have to look forward towards our O lvls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU EVERYONE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111710308723723809?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111710308723723809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111710308723723809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111710308723723809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111710308723723809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/emergency-exercise.html' title='Emergency exercise'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111675760605281092</id><published>2005-05-22T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T03:26:46.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins, Aunts and uncles</title><content type='html'>Wa.... 2day a lot of pple come to my house... mainly to talk la... but they come to visit my mom who was still sick.... then my bro was out so i had to do most of the work... its quite ok la... seeing that its for my fave uncle and aunt... so it was still ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i brought them down to the playground to play for awhile... i cant believe when i was still small i was amused by this playground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... now i have to go liaoz....cause i goin to me grandparents house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bwye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111675760605281092?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111675760605281092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111675760605281092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111675760605281092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111675760605281092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/cousins-aunts-and-uncles.html' title='Cousins, Aunts and uncles'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111657221621742521</id><published>2005-05-19T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:56:56.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese</title><content type='html'>Wa.... chinese O lvls so close sia... must study like hell otherwise cannot pass sia...at least must get a A2 leiz... haiz... 2pid sch policy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days ar... sch keep giving chinese lessons for almost few hrs a day sia...then everytime do the same shit everyday...Haiz... so sick of it liaoz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so many of my khaki keep chaoing frm sch sia... then turn the class more sianz sia... keep doin the same things at sch... sms sms and sms... haha... vv bad boi right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming this hols got a band concert... goin with me khaki to go watch and listen to them... SUPPORT THE SCH!!!! hahaha... so many crap sia... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nxt week worse... got close to 2 hrs of chinese everday sia... all the way thru aft lunch break... damn... must think of smth to do there sia... otherwise will be uber sianz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And marc if u are seeing this... *lick* and *psssss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolz... new sign oni 4 us 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111657221621742521?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111657221621742521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111657221621742521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111657221621742521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111657221621742521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/chinese.html' title='Chinese'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111649739456179225</id><published>2005-05-19T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T03:09:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amityville Horror</title><content type='html'>Haha... 4got to post this... on the 16th of may... somebody's bday ( haha... clue clue: someone close to me ) we went to watch the amityville horror movie... I actually wanted to watch house of wax but nvm la since i aso wanna watch this show mah... so me, clo, mar, jun hong and jack went to watch at tm...and it was damn nice lorz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a bit disappointing cause everytime the sound comes out faster than the actually thing... so a bit spoiler sia... but the last part was simply fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aft the movie we went and got tat person his present ( paid by jun hong ) and got him a wallet... So we played a prank on each other and wanted to sms each other at 3.15 la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More funni was... we all fell asleep b4 3.15 and din get to msg each other...Haha... so funni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... overall quite a good show...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111649739456179225?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111649739456179225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111649739456179225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111649739456179225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111649739456179225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/amityville-horror.html' title='Amityville Horror'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111631044345916103</id><published>2005-05-16T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:14:03.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-yr results</title><content type='html'>2day is the 1st say we get back out results and its so far quite ok la... except as usual... my chinese... but must wait until i get back my overall results so wun look as bad as my paper 2... haha... guess im not tat great in chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest still ok la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml die liaoz.... eng paper all fail sia...hahaha... my parents will pop when they hear the news...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111631044345916103?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111631044345916103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111631044345916103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111631044345916103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111631044345916103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/mid-yr-results.html' title='Mid-yr results'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111612693132276133</id><published>2005-05-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T20:15:31.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom</title><content type='html'>These days a bit lazy to post anything... somemore my mom sick have to take care of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... also lazy to go and study... ( Bad boi :P ) Then again i went out with Clo, Mar and Nic yesterday to study... Although did not do much la but still can a bit lorz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa... now listening to Charlotte Church sing... so nice ( Wanna melt in her voice sia... So calming and soothing... ) Anyway... lata goin out with me bro... jalan jalan and get Clo smth for his bday... hopefully can get smth nice 4 him sia... And lucky he wun come in here so he dunno... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Clo... nice to have the talk yesterday... seems like vv long we havent talked like dat liaoz... so nice to have someone with you for so long talk liddat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111612693132276133?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111612693132276133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111612693132276133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111612693132276133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111612693132276133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/mom.html' title='Mom'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111580452271398561</id><published>2005-05-11T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T02:42:02.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mid yr</title><content type='html'>Everyone good luck for all ur mid-yr exams...Hope you all do well... maybe a bit too late right? Hahaha...Well... I just wanna say a vv good luck 4 all u pple out there who are reading this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111580452271398561?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111580452271398561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111580452271398561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111580452271398561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111580452271398561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/05/mid-yr.html' title='mid yr'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111459806038410885</id><published>2005-04-27T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T03:34:20.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poke into other pple's business</title><content type='html'>I hate people poking into my business... If you wanna noe anything abt me u can just ask me wad... y do u need 2 ask other pple abt me? And if i dun wanna let you know can u just leave me alone? Cause its not smth tat i wanna tell so i will not tell u... or i just dun trust you with the information so can you dun probe any further and leave me alone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111459806038410885?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111459806038410885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111459806038410885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111459806038410885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111459806038410885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/04/poke-into-other-pples-business.html' title='Poke into other pple&apos;s business'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111399664139448602</id><published>2005-04-20T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T04:30:41.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oral class</title><content type='html'>Just came back from English Oral class and it was quite fun and lame as well... We were split into 2 grps and we have diff timing so i was actually in the 3.30pm grp but we swapped and went at 5pm... So I, Roo and Jem went to eat at mac in downtown... then, at 5 we went there and found out tat we were the oni 2 pple left in oral class cause some went at 3.30 again... So we met Jean who was quite soft spoken and dun talk tat loudly as compared to Grace who was much more daring and out spoken... I found out that i could speak better and more openly in smaller groups and with Jean than Grace... maybe cause i dun talk tat much either too... So at 5 the 2 gals frm GG came in... and then WJ came in too and sat beside me... the 2 GG gals keep asking me to say the things Jean asked as if i know everything sia and even told her tat I was the top N lvl boi last yr... Wad does tat have 2 do with oral class sia? At the end of the lesson she gave ur chocolates to eat and it was quite nice too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111399664139448602?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111399664139448602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111399664139448602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111399664139448602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111399664139448602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/04/oral-class.html' title='Oral class'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111356414309293995</id><published>2005-04-15T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T04:22:23.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAFA</title><content type='html'>2day got NAFA test... actually dun wanna go 1 but cause got some pple persuade me to go so i decided to go as well... if not i might not go as well... Come to think of it i nvr wanted to go to any NAFA test in the first place...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who knows me shld noe tat im not vv active or wadsoeva so i dun really like anything such physical tests( sts )...Well... as usual i dun think i passed or anything... but i dun really care lorz...this year im turning into a procrastinator ( correct sp or not ar? ).... Hopefully there will always be friends who can stop me from running away and face my problems...&lt;br /&gt;Hate wilson sia... i running for shuttle run halfway say wad? Who i like sia? Still say textbook... what the hell sia... as if i study everyday sia... To tell u the truth i hate studying and revision all these things...I guess i just have too much time on my hands to be doin anything but study right? tats y i can do better... if u wanna noe y i can do so well just look at urself and see wads inside of u... to do anything good u have to look at urself and see wad u see inside of u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how many pple will understand this though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111356414309293995?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111356414309293995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111356414309293995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111356414309293995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111356414309293995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/04/nafa.html' title='NAFA'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111294571499058267</id><published>2005-04-08T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T00:35:14.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saiyuki</title><content type='html'>Hold nothing.&lt;br /&gt;When you meet the Buddha, kill the Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;When you meet your father, kill your father.&lt;br /&gt;Do not allow yourself to be bound by anything.&lt;br /&gt;Free yourself from everything.&lt;br /&gt;Live yourself from everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111294571499058267?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111294571499058267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111294571499058267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111294571499058267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111294571499058267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/04/saiyuki.html' title='Saiyuki'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111269490786368729</id><published>2005-04-05T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T02:55:07.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>These few days dunno y i keep getting sick sia... not rashes then is flu... and its so irritating when i have a flu... just hate it sia... anyway now as i type my right hand is so itchy i feel like scratching it... budden after i scratch it, it will burn up and tat totally stinks and i hate it also... haiz... just dunno wad 2 do la... maybe i'll soak it in hot water or something... hey wait wun tat burn my hand too? Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111269490786368729?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111269490786368729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111269490786368729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111269490786368729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111269490786368729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111224827878979715</id><published>2005-03-30T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:51:18.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F and N Class</title><content type='html'>Now in fnn class and i typing my post instead of doin my work :P Man... that mrs choo is so irritating sia... she keeps walking around and talking as if we dunno anything and she has to say everything... She vv wad lorz... so boring sia... I mean like she just talks talks and talks none stop... and nobody's listening to her... we just say ya ya ya she also happy...&lt;br /&gt;Man... today is goin on so badly... got a flu and i dun even noe y lorz... so bad flu its killing me... later got mock exam also.... gonna flunk again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111224827878979715?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111224827878979715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111224827878979715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111224827878979715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111224827878979715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/f-and-n-class.html' title='F and N Class'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111200146253290335</id><published>2005-03-28T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T01:17:42.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getu Mei Huu Ei</title><content type='html'>How far does the moonlight reach?&lt;br /&gt;And how far the sea?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep now, silver tenderness...&lt;br /&gt;In the center of memory, I have kept searching&lt;br /&gt;For a person's warmth, in the lonely rain&lt;br /&gt;Though this body rots away, do not doubt I will keep running&lt;br /&gt;To the end of that world, until I reach the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;The sands of time are being counted, and what more do I know?&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a false dream, the words were lost&lt;br /&gt;A shaky look, at the center of flame&lt;br /&gt;Till when, how long, lasts the vow of the heart?&lt;br /&gt;May this prayer be heard, as it rises above the deep wheel track&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this world, I will still protect my vow&lt;br /&gt;Though this body rots away, do not doubt I will keep running&lt;br /&gt;To the end of that world, Until I reach the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;May this prayer be heard, as it rises above the deep wheel track&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this world, I will still protect my vow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111200146253290335?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111200146253290335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111200146253290335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111200146253290335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111200146253290335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/getu-mei-huu-ei.html' title='Getu Mei Huu Ei'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111181895213337116</id><published>2005-03-25T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:35:52.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>These few days i've been busy partying with my brother... playing a game called twilight mud&lt;br /&gt;Sort of a text game where u all nth but words... ya a bit ancient but still fun la... But until now... none of my characters have reached lvl 10 and above :p&lt;br /&gt;Im such a bad gamer :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111181895213337116?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111181895213337116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111181895213337116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111181895213337116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111181895213337116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111175145357810669</id><published>2005-03-25T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T03:50:53.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week</title><content type='html'>Last week was grooming course week and we had to study how to walk, talk and eat... Well.. at least we did not have to study or get our results back so soon :P&lt;br /&gt;But the trainers look so ungroomed themselves.. for starters their taste in colour sucks ( literally ) and their make-up is sooo thick i think can take out liddat sia one whole piece...&lt;br /&gt;Wed we went to Jack's place with our home clothes... everyone looked so nice in their clothes... i dun think anyone needed the class :P&lt;br /&gt;Its was fun at Jack's place... but the food is a bit...ermmm... ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111175145357810669?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111175145357810669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111175145357810669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111175145357810669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111175145357810669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/week.html' title='Week'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111140112556575309</id><published>2005-03-21T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T02:32:05.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hp</title><content type='html'>Yeah!!! i got a new phone nokia 3120... although i was prepared to not have a phone... im glad tat im dad got me a replacement... YEAH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111140112556575309?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111140112556575309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111140112556575309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111140112556575309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111140112556575309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-hp.html' title='New Hp'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111084659792663939</id><published>2005-03-14T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T16:29:57.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Hack//Liminality</title><content type='html'>I just finished downloading the new hack series called .hack//liminality... now watching... its very nice with a great story... although quite different frm the other hack series called .hack//sign... its still quite nice...&lt;br /&gt;Basically, its a story of a girl who play a game called "The World" and got into a coma with his boyfriend and she goes into the game to find and save his boyfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111084659792663939?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111084659792663939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111084659792663939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111084659792663939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111084659792663939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/hackliminality.html' title='.Hack//Liminality'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111061345561551482</id><published>2005-03-11T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:44:15.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, Anime and Songs</title><content type='html'>I really really wanna watch the movie Lemony Snickets A Series Of Unfortunate Events... anyone wanna go wif me?&lt;br /&gt;*Ponderz* Oh ya... finally fin watching the anime 12 Kingdoms.... vv nice...&lt;br /&gt;I even downloaded the songs... I love it sia...now waiting for Saiyuki to come then i can watch...so impatient liaoz...&lt;br /&gt;I got so little songs in my com now... anyone got any nice songs can intro?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111061345561551482?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111061345561551482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111061345561551482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111061345561551482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111061345561551482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/movies-anime-and-songs.html' title='Movies, Anime and Songs'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111053488828326165</id><published>2005-03-11T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T01:54:48.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hols are here</title><content type='html'>Everyone its time to PARTEE !!!&lt;br /&gt;After the gruelling common test we earned this holiday... so everyone 4get abt ur results are go and wreck the world&lt;br /&gt;Ok just kidding dun go and destroy this world and get urself in trouble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111053488828326165?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111053488828326165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111053488828326165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111053488828326165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111053488828326165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/hols-are-here.html' title='Hols are here'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-111035663694985270</id><published>2005-03-09T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:23:56.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Common test</title><content type='html'>Ok the common test week... i noe it sucks but we still have 2 go thru it right guys? Haiz... so sianz... everything also cannot do and I have to allow my bro to use the com cause its the common test week and I cannot play with the com... and as if i everytime play liddat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone treat me like as if I got all the answers liddat... so sianz... I am also human ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... good luck to all of you reading this post hope u all can get high marks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-111035663694985270?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/111035663694985270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=111035663694985270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111035663694985270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/111035663694985270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/03/common-test.html' title='Common test'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-110882732287370859</id><published>2005-02-19T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T07:35:22.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>2day i got 2 go out for some fun and since i discovered tat he will not be tat early i decided not to return tat early also but when i got back i got blamed for nothing... He also commented on my playing skills.... i mean wads the big deal? its oni a game afterall right? And a game is for fun... not meant to be taken seriously.... so y do i feel like shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna scold FuCk everywhere but i am not tat uncivilised&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-110882732287370859?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/110882732287370859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=110882732287370859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/110882732287370859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/110882732287370859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10105937.post-110690014588345302</id><published>2005-01-28T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T00:15:45.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickname Tonks</title><content type='html'>If any1 of you happen to wonder wad my nickname Tonks mean I tell u now... IT DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHING.. its just a name i find vv nice so i use lorz... Harry Potter fans should know where i got the name from.... since it is frm the book ( OOP )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10105937-110690014588345302?l=klutzanation.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/feeds/110690014588345302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10105937&amp;postID=110690014588345302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/110690014588345302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10105937/posts/default/110690014588345302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://klutzanation.blogspot.com/2005/01/nickname-tonks.html' title='Nickname Tonks'/><author><name>Bar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06260925100277696242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
