<?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-11079064</id><updated>2011-06-24T12:22:50.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ranting house</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-112124889742670447</id><published>2005-07-13T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:01:37.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>Interview's over. Now it's just waiting to see if I do get into the exco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-112124889742670447?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/112124889742670447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=112124889742670447' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/112124889742670447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/112124889742670447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/07/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-112030966188541890</id><published>2005-07-02T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:07:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16</title><content type='html'>Ball training is fun. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-112030966188541890?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/112030966188541890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=112030966188541890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/112030966188541890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/112030966188541890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/07/16.html' title='16'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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-11079064.post-111858957995003000</id><published>2005-06-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:21:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15</title><content type='html'>Had 4J outing at WCP yesterday. The usual numbers turned up. Apparently the whole class is always a bunch of girls and always that few number of guys. Makes no difference to me though, I'm a person of little words. It was supposed to be a picnic, but a lot of the food turned out to be inedible in some way or another. Ky and Daniel banged the watermelons. As in BANGED. Meow's fries were voted the most inedible. Mavis and Wei Lun made brownies. Cindy and Yanru made nice jellies. Jasmine brought marshmellows. Someone else brought green tea i think. Yea..the food part wasn't interesting. The whole thing wasn't interesting. At least for me. It's understandable since it's just a whole big long do nothing but just talk and socialise session. Something that I can never excel in and do not enjoy. It's not anti-social, i think it's just my personality. I must make my point that uninteresting is not equal to lousy or negative. I did enjoy the thing. For me, it's more of the getting together and seeing each other that matters. I find it hard to put in words. My english ain't good. One of the highlight of the day was the tagboard scripts printed out by Jasmine. Guess I gained some insights from the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;1. Saw a new side of jasmine through the flaming and stuff. I never knew that she was someone who could come up with the words she did. It's not that the words are extremely insulting or vulgar or hardcore etc. Maybe it's more of her personality I saw.&lt;br /&gt;2. The flaming part..though ky and the rest may be standing up for their Wei Lun who got insulted through the blogs and tagboards, I don't agree on the flaming. Then again, I'm not saying that I would not rebuke when my friends get insulted. It's just that maybe I would just say something that disproves the argument of the other side, eg. Wei Lun indeed doesn't buy us over with money. Okay, that's a lousy example. But I just feel that the rebuttals are just crossing the line. From reading the script, I get the feeling that it's not just standing up for their friends anymore, but a bit more like using their friend who got insulted as a reason to form personal attacks directed at Melvin. This may very well be unintentional, but that's the general idea that I'm getting. I'm not trying to help anybody to gain sympathy or anything and I'm definitely at Wei Lun's side since he is my friend and it is Melvin who started the personal insults thing. I'm just merely not comfortable with it. Hell, I know I'm just a person, and insignificant too. I'm just stating my stand.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm a lot milder than the rest in such a sense. I may be a violent and temperamental person in the past. But I really did change. Maybe in many's eyes I'm still violent, then I'll just say that I may still be violent but a lot less violent. My friends who followed through primary school to secondary school may know a little I guess. I think I can only say I'm trying my best to be a better person in the eyes of critics. But I'm not someone who would participate in all 'flame war' stuff, it's just not in my character. It's not that I'm not good at verbal abuse and stuff, but I'm just not into it. I can easily spurt out a lot of colourful words in english chinese hokkien and especially cantonese. Why am I saying this? Perhaps the point I'm trying to make is that I realised I'm quite different from most people. For all I know, that's what everybody thinks of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Something I want to clarify since I'm at it. I know I always seem to look angry most of the time. I know that because people keep asking me why I look so angry all the time. It's just my normal expression. It's unintentional, but that's how I look when I'm serious or relaxed. Even when interacting with people, they seem to get the wrong idea that I get agitated over the smallest thing. Yet, when I try to change it by trying to smile all the time, I get teased on why I do that and people think I'm an idiot. It obviously doesn't help by the fact that I am quite hideous. So whoever knows me in real life and reads this, please understand that this is just how I look like. I'm NOT angry.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've done enough for the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111858957995003000?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111858957995003000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111858957995003000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111858957995003000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111858957995003000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/06/15.html' title='15'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111668272088514055</id><published>2005-05-21T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:38:40.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>It bothers me how people decide how others like based on their looks. It's freaking unfair. I know how it feels; I'm at the disadvantageous side of it. Just like how people vote in half-hearted candidates into the SC just because they look good. F*** it! I understand it's a natural thing to take preference to something more attractive..but it just deprives people who are more capable and more driven the chance. ( btw, i'm not running for SC ) I don't want to be one of those that just plainly accepts the 'fact' that the world is unfair. It CAN be changed if everyone can think in a more objective manner. Dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111668272088514055?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111668272088514055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111668272088514055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111668272088514055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111668272088514055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/05/14.html' title='14'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111623702942858523</id><published>2005-05-16T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T17:50:29.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>~~Oh that sailing girl..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111623702942858523?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111623702942858523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111623702942858523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111623702942858523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111623702942858523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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-11079064.post-111495850465714035</id><published>2005-05-01T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T22:41:53.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>I'm so drunk now..I can barely walk straight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111495850465714035?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111495850465714035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111495850465714035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111495850465714035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111495850465714035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/05/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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-11079064.post-111478141527654165</id><published>2005-04-29T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T21:30:15.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>hmm..no sports club this friday due to sa's sports day. It was super boring..juz watching people run and run and run..zzz.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I asked Tong out to cycle with me. We cycled from telok blangah to harbourfront then to Raffles Place via Keppel Road under ECP. Eventually reached Esplanade, then we turned to Westin Hotel and past Funan Centre and past Chinatown then back to Keppel Road etc..until we reach home. The route was much more scenic than the RV route I took last friday, though the traffic during the part at Esplanade till Chinatown was pure crap. We had to stop every half a minute there.&lt;br /&gt;Tong told me it was his 1st time riding on the road, and apparently his mom didn't know about it. He merely told his mom he was gonna go cycling with me. -___-  I bet his laoma will k him if she knew about it. So I was briefing him on the 101 Ways NOT to Get Lubbed By Trucks. As I expected, he possessed the same fear that I had the 1st time I rode on the roads. But after the 1st time, things become easy. Anyway he told me 'sian' while we were reaching home, I don't know if he really meant it (because he usually says that every other time), but if he really did then I guess scenic cycling is not meant for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling uber tired now, my muscles haven't even recovered from yesterday's sprint and here I am cycling long distances again. zzz. Lol. The love for cycling is strong. Hope I can come out with a new and quiet route soon enough. I'm off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111478141527654165?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111478141527654165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111478141527654165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111478141527654165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111478141527654165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/04/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111418010884185707</id><published>2005-04-22T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:28:28.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12</title><content type='html'>Friday: nice day. Lessons were over by 1245. Lagged around and played ball for a bit with yuan ing and some of the 05S73 guys. I played like a noob with noobs. Guess I'm losing my touch. Had sports club meeting after that. The cca shirt is gonna be cool, some asics jersey material shirt. Sort of learnt how to skate already. It wasn't as hard as I thought it to be, but still tiring to some extend. Went home for dinner and rested for half an hour before cycling to the old RV campus and back again. Cycling at night is cool, just make sure you don't flip and get run over by some truck.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to condition my body. Most people who see me thinks that I'm fit when I'm not. I don't think I wanna be a fit looking fag. Kendrick and Tian Meng are running 2.4km at 10+min when I'm still running at 12. zzz... Been doing 3 sets of 20 push ups, 40 crunches and stretching every night now. Only at day 2 of my new regiment. I wanted to run 2.4 today too, but the hot sun managed to discourage me from doing so. I will resume my pull up training once the muscles right on top of my armpit recover from the tears sustained some time ago. I'm trying to fit some gym time into my time table too. Hopefully I can get a silver in this year's napfa. And whatever higher power there is up there, please pass on some divine powers to keep up my motivation to continue with my training.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111418010884185707?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111418010884185707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111418010884185707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111418010884185707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111418010884185707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/04/12.html' title='12'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111408916648542009</id><published>2005-04-21T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:18:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11</title><content type='html'>Did maths test today. Gone. Fell asleep at 8pm the day before. Apparently the 2 hour effort at school in the morning made no difference. Didn't do economics homework either. Tutor: "Minus one point for you," when she finally discovered that fact. There goes part of the 5% for my promos. I really hope I don't get retained. It's really loser for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Friday is good. 3/2 hour of chemistry lecture followed by 2 hour GP tutorial by a quite hot and young tutor. Not interested though..too lian. Oh yah, economics test on tues. Yay, I foresee (or forsee?) another failure paper. Man, the Force is always strong with me on these kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't manage to rope anyone to watch 3-iron/hidden blade/install with me. Actually I only officially asked Kong, since she seemed to be one of the few I know that appreciates arty stuff. Sadly she expressed no interest in them. I'm gonna regret not watch these 3 films. Got through the sports club interview. Now I'm officially a member. Get to learn inline skating. Yay again. What else? I got to be the first-aid representative in the class. -____-&lt;br /&gt;Someone in my class borrowed my mp3 player today and plugged it into a classroom stereo. Lots of people just started saying "Ohhh..this is soooooooo old," when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only love &lt;/span&gt;by Trademark started playing. One guy started saying, "The next song must be from Fei Yu Qing when another relatively old song started playing. Hey, I wasn't the guy who wanted to plug the thing in, so just listen and shut up. Goes to show how many people do know how to appreciate music these days. They just wanna listen to the latest songs regardless if they're crap or not, eg. ALL songs from P10. I'm not saying I'm the only one who knows how to appreciate songs/music. Nono, lots of people do too. It just happens that I am grouped together with a class of dumb fucks that has no aptitude for anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;Guess the usual people that play ball every Saturday are inevitably disbanding. I thought we might be able to last the routine until we enter NS. Or maybe even continue throughout the U days. It's ending way sooner than I expected. Not to name any names, but while the mass conversation was taking place about playing ball, someone just pretended to be away and not respond to questions, but can somehow miraculously exit the conversation while away from the computer. I gotta pick up that trick from him someday. Another just say "cannot" without any reason and left as well, giving no reasons unlike the past. What can I say? I don't think it's just my gut feeling that things are breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm done. Sorry for the lousy english.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111408916648542009?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111408916648542009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111408916648542009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111408916648542009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111408916648542009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/04/11.html' title='11'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111329823886783916</id><published>2005-04-12T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T17:30:38.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy!&lt;br /&gt;Won't be updating in a while with the influx of assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111329823886783916?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111329823886783916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111329823886783916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111329823886783916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111329823886783916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/04/10.html' title='10'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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-11079064.post-111250923962985336</id><published>2005-04-03T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T14:22:49.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, let's talk about the sa uniform. One sentence: sa uni totally blow j0ur baws off!&lt;br /&gt;Ok..that was crude. But man, the uniform is like UBER COOL! It's the best looking jc uniform around..seriously. This is like the first time I might really enjoy wearing a uniform and to wear it proudly too. The uniform is so cool that, after getting the uniform, the 1st thing I did when I got back home was to iron them. lol. and the next thing I did was to learn how to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tie a tie&lt;/span&gt;(look how well it rhymes). =D I spent like 30 mins staring at the computer screen before finally comprehending the instructions laid down before me. When I finally learnt how to tie one, I was like "woohoo!" The satisfaction obtained was like the 1st time I learnt how to ride a bicycle. The fact that my brother doesn't know how to tie a tie despite several attempts greatly contributes to the satisfaction(he needs my pop to do it for him). I can finally outdo him in something! -___- Lol. This may sound very silly, but if you had a sibling that's as elite as mine, you'll be over the moon when you finally defeat him in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..a happy entry. I should do more of these. It makes me...happy? haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111250923962985336?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111250923962985336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111250923962985336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111250923962985336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111250923962985336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/04/09.html' title='09'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111234936185083674</id><published>2005-04-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T17:56:01.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>08</title><content type='html'>At CG table during lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1: Hey, aren't you from the CG beside us? (says in mandarin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: Were we from the same OG during 1st intake? (I decided to ignore that question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so encouraging at times..&lt;br /&gt;Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111234936185083674?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111234936185083674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111234936185083674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111234936185083674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111234936185083674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/04/08.html' title='08'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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-11079064.post-111219252601105455</id><published>2005-03-30T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T22:22:06.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. let's start by saying this: I think I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; my CG.&lt;br /&gt;Right..maybe I'm getting just a little bit too subjective down here. You guys reading this must be thinking that it's only the 1st day I got to know them and things will get better as days go by blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. But I would'nt bet on it though. My class have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt; rv people, only TWO people from my previous CG that I just so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COINCIDENTALLY&lt;/span&gt;  happened to not talk to at all. Right, this &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;, to say the very least. The rest are totally alien from me and I don't think I'll ever talk to them either, or they to me for the matter of fact. I spent the entire day talking to just ONE TCHS dude from the CG and that's all(except for some time spent with previous CG mates, which played a key factor in keeping me sane today) . It's consoling to know that I can actually have someone to talk to during the course of whatever that's left of the 2 years. Another small, but aggrevating factor is the UTTER and complete DISAPPOINTMENT that despite the 2nd intake having more chio bus than the 1st, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ZERO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;were posted to my CG. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GOD! THAT IS SOOOOOOOOO UNFAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, I admit I'm not a looker myself. But the rest of the guys seems to come in pairs from their secondary school and look freaking unapproachable. I mean,  "Hey, that sounds just like me! I can't have duplicates of my personality in the CG..it just takes away my credibility." I don't blame them for sticking together though, I would have done exactly the same if I were them, just that it's so god damn unfair that I must end up alone.&lt;br /&gt;Argh!!! I'm so agitated that I can't think anymore. One word: devastating. &lt;br /&gt;It's not SA that's bad. I love SA, really. I just grew to love it, there's really no clear reasons as to why and how. For the short period of time when school just started again right after posting was out, my mind actually turned to wishing that I got posted to NJ instead, due to the blatant fact that it's filled with like 33.3333333333% or more RV people. You won't feel the sense of helplessness unless you are there. It's like the 1st intake of SA was swarmed with RV people, they just occupy one entire section of the plaza every morning and you feel safe, knowing that you have a group which you belonged to. During the 2nd intake, there was hardly anyone. Those RV people that stayed or come don't sit together anymore, largely due to the extremely small numbers left i presume. I was so disheartened for that morning and the next few. I just didn't want to go to school early, or else I'll just be standing alone or desperately seeking to find people I know, who most of the time turns out to be encamped with their own CG/secondary school people, leaving me to be alone all over again. This revolves back to the fact that I'm just alone. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is so freaking sad. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I believed that all this would past once the CG list is out, since I'll once again have somewhere which I belonged to. All the events that happened so far led me to think that I'll never fit in, so the reality of actually belonging to somewhere is fast becoming a fantasy on my part. Bah, I already don't feel like going for the orientation tomorrow. I just hate orientations, I'm anti-social. Period. I wonder if there's anyone in the world that's experiencing the exact same torture as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111219252601105455?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111219252601105455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111219252601105455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111219252601105455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111219252601105455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/03/07.html' title='07'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111191525296694119</id><published>2005-03-27T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T17:20:52.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06</title><content type='html'>Don't ever say "Me? Last? Hah! NEVER!", even if you are the best of the best.&lt;br /&gt;Because then, you are the last of the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: One can never be 1st in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay..this is bullshit..there's no moral. Just something that popped up in my mind when I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111191525296694119?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111191525296694119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111191525296694119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111191525296694119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111191525296694119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/03/06.html' title='06'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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-11079064.post-111190140340691447</id><published>2005-03-27T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T13:30:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>05</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A walk to remember &lt;/span&gt;is cool. It's one of the few downloaded movies that I'm gonna keep. Storyline is fantastic. Think I should go read the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111190140340691447?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111190140340691447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111190140340691447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111190140340691447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111190140340691447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/03/05.html' title='05'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111181641241515461</id><published>2005-03-26T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T13:54:30.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>04</title><content type='html'>There seems to be a lot of MRT 'accidents' recently. Just yesterday someone got pwned by a MRT train. Seems to be a conspiracy to me though..who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To those who played ball with me today:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for my behaviour. I just have too much negative energy pent up in me.  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111181641241515461?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111181641241515461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111181641241515461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111181641241515461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111181641241515461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/03/04.html' title='04'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111176849520611488</id><published>2005-03-26T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:48:16.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Screw the singapore government. Go watch south park, it's really good stuff. Missing it is like never ever tasting ice-cream in your life or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a new environment, seeing strange people all around myself just makes me miss my old friends even more. We all have to accept change, it is evitable. Easier said than done. There is just too much attachment with the people I grew up with the past 2-4 years to just decide to make new friends and not wish that they were here with me. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111176849520611488?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111176849520611488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111176849520611488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111176849520611488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111176849520611488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/03/03.html' title='03'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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-11079064.post-111098559434031978</id><published>2005-03-16T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T23:07:40.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>02</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lucas and JY pool tag team kick-ass!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111098559434031978?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111098559434031978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111098559434031978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111098559434031978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111098559434031978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/03/02.html' title='02'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111046791850576258</id><published>2005-03-10T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T23:25:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01</title><content type='html'>w00t! Yea, a blog. Supposedly 'designer made'. Hope it turns out that way too. Special thanks to chief designer-cum-assistant designer-cum-*all the other posts you can think of* for helping to do whatever remarkable designing there may be. (Thank you already, so you must hurry up and get it done, k?) Anyway this blog will be filled with one-liners that come up to my mind randomly. Basically most of the entries will be meaningless to the mass cause these one-liners can only be understood by me. Note to self: "Like the now-stagnant OD that I may/may not still possess, I expect very little people coming by due to the extreme lack of advertisement for the blog." Regardless, mav please help me insert a doodle box or whatever so that people from other parts of the world that somehow chance upon this pathetic blog can leave something. (Or can they already?) Hmm..anyhow, I'll try to write in as good English as I can muster from my limited linguistic ability and forgive any spelling mistakes I make along the way. Oh, and did I mention that I don't pay a lot of attention to paragraphing? Apparently obvious. Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111046791850576258?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111046791850576258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111046791850576258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111046791850576258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111046791850576258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/03/01.html' title='01'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11079064.post-111044869217601051</id><published>2005-03-10T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:58:12.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wheee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;need to have posts so that can preview  the template..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11079064-111044869217601051?l=noobshot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/feeds/111044869217601051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11079064&amp;postID=111044869217601051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111044869217601051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11079064/posts/default/111044869217601051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noobshot.blogspot.com/2005/03/wheee.html' title='wheee'/><author><name>noobshot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12630709233922457079</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>
