<?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-5895497009468144353</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:36:45.175+08:00</updated><category term='quotable quotes'/><category term='hmm...'/><category term='I posted this when i was a bit bored'/><category term='GADGETS'/><category term='MY VERY FIRST POST'/><category term='first post for the second sem; nothing much to do; feeling wu liao'/><category term='he spoke'/><category term='IT&apos;S 2007 AD'/><category term='fav mtvs'/><category term='past love'/><category term='I'/><category term='decisions'/><category term='i did this when i was bored'/><category term='B'/><category term='WORDPLAY OF THE DAY'/><category term='occasional stupidities'/><category term='I posted this when i was a bit bored; my fave stuffs; joys of life'/><category term='mtvS'/><category term='mesmerising rides'/><category term='the meaning behind...'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='FAV TUNES'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='FAV songs'/><category term='sad truths'/><category term='JOYS OF LIFE'/><title type='text'>MY BIG FAT GLOB</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-6156781475101016445</id><published>2008-12-08T19:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:11:14.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of observations</title><content type='html'>I was listening to Clinton's speech made recently at the capital of my home country. It was telecasted on satellite television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true American style (and accent), the speech highlights the usual ideals of mankind. i.e: equality, meritocracy, the fulfilment of personal dreams and the lot. He mentioned how Barack Obama's election as President of the United States of America signals that the USA is ushering in a new dawn where racial equality is at its peak (at least in the USA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon saying that, the crowd, full of politicians and businessmen clapped their hands. Some even cheered for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reality is, I am not exactly convinced by their actions. Were they just intentionally getting a piece of the action or really agreeing with the words of Clinton ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detect fakeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know, ultimately the country's policies will not cease to end in the near future. And what I was witnessing were perpetrators and beneficiaries of the protectionist policies clapping their hands at something against their political ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretense pretense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same topic, &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/12/6/nation/2739821&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;The Star&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiakini.com/news/94441"&gt;Malaysiakini&lt;/a&gt; were highlighting the different excerpts from that exact Clinton speech. Go figure. I think most educated readers would know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, please take a look at what I found on Channelnewsasia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/394926/1/.html"&gt;Wife of former NKF chairman pleads guilty to money laundering&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Kidney_Foundation_Singapore"&gt;NKF&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not understand Singapore, who says corruption and financial misdemeanour are down to zilch in Singapore? I reckon the Marketing Department of the Government of Singapore is doing a bloody fine job of projecting too clean an image of Singapore to foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: The term "home country" is up to the interpretations of the readers. Of course, I am bloody sure all of you would know which country I am talking about. Honestly, I changed the exact names to what they represent in this blog post, for fear of IS@ 's prying geeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6156781475101016445?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6156781475101016445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6156781475101016445' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6156781475101016445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6156781475101016445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-observations.html' title='Of observations'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-8592917704075956362</id><published>2008-04-20T14:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:17:31.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprained ankle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;7:51PM 10/5/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the time I am this update is published, I already swam for 2 consecutive days. The funny thing is, the ankle feels a slight niggling pain  when I am swimming like a frog ( I mean frogstyle ), which is supposed to be the least strenous stroke. The niggling pain ( pain is actually too much of a description ) is felt when I kick outwards. However, when I am doing breaststroke, there is no pain at all. Also played a bit of futsal just now, wasnt any pain at all when I was running. I guess my ankle is resurrected! (at least 95% lah) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good pic of how the human ankle looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/SArk_-CaYvI/AAAAAAAAADI/Dos6VL97TBY/s1600-h/Ankle.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/SArk_-CaYvI/AAAAAAAAADI/Dos6VL97TBY/s320/Ankle.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191213308133925618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon pressing my ankle on the front and the sides, I felt pain when I pressed my ankle on the front part, and almost none in other parts. Swelling is kinda subsiding now. According to my best and logical estimation/diagnosis (professional term), my anterior inferior tibiofibular ligament is damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my luck to have a sprained ankle exactly a week before my first finals paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But touching the swollen part is kinda fun though, its like a swollen water bag but made of human skin. I might just make it one of my hobbies to ease my boredom as I am stuck in my room with immobility issues (and mugging hard for exams). The texture is one of a kind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;9:46PM 20/4/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-able to walk more properly, as proven when I walked/trudged my way to the shower cubicles.&lt;br /&gt;-more prone to let more weight rest on my right leg. Upon doing that, not much pain at all. That means, slowly but surely, the body is overcoming the psychological barrier of WeightOnRightFootophobiatitis.&lt;br /&gt;-having secondary thoughts of seeing the doctor......&lt;br /&gt;more updates to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;1:14AM 21/4/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-upon chatting with a friend, I d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;iscovered that it takes about a week for a sprain to heal.&lt;br /&gt;-joked with a friend that my right feet looks like a German pork trotter.&lt;br /&gt;-I can still joke about it, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;-The "trotter" is holding up well after walking to the fountain and back to my room, a total of 2 flight of stairs and walking distance of about 300?m. It's doing fine. I think.&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/5895497009468144353-8592917704075956362?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8592917704075956362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8592917704075956362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8592917704075956362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8592917704075956362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2008/04/sprained-ankle.html' title='Sprained ankle'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/SArk_-CaYvI/AAAAAAAAADI/Dos6VL97TBY/s72-c/Ankle.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-897069376849553226</id><published>2008-04-16T01:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:40:31.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Iran So Far" on Saturday Night Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=26293239"&gt;SNL - Iran So Far&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=26293239&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spoof making fun of current Iranian president, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad in the classic American way. Please do a Wiki search about him and you will understand why Americans just love making fun of people like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hilarious. The lyrics are a bit unclear but a google of "SNL Iran So Far" lyrics will suffice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will Malaysian domestic television channels start broadcasting funny stuff, instead of showing Chef Wan almost everyday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-897069376849553226?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/897069376849553226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=897069376849553226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/897069376849553226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/897069376849553226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2008/04/iran-so-far-on-saturday-night-live.html' title='&quot;Iran So Far&quot; on Saturday Night Live'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7761679636606918768</id><published>2008-04-06T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:56:25.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0Ds6joW5RM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0Ds6joW5RM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular song has been always jogging in my head these few days and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not as if I need to apologise to anyone..lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7761679636606918768?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7761679636606918768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7761679636606918768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7761679636606918768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7761679636606918768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-in-my-head.html' title='song in my head'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8451808889214987241</id><published>2008-04-02T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T00:31:24.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need more time.</title><content type='html'>things to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ME2135 FLUID MECHANICS (CA on 3rd April)&lt;br /&gt;*ME2114 MECHANICS OF MATERIALS (CA on 16th April)&lt;br /&gt;*ME2101 FUNDAMENTALS OF MECHANICAL DESIGN (CA on 19th April)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MKT1003 PRINCIPLES OF MARKETING group report (left about 60%)&lt;br /&gt;*GEK1506 HEAVENLY MATHEMATICS group project (left many loose ends to tie up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, mugging for finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need more time. argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post exam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NUS Student Ambassador Program (I am in charge of the Johor branch, still not sure of its reponse yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*10 day part time job at RM80/day, helping out at a Dodgeball Roadshow to be held at 10 private colleges in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tentative: working part time to earn more money in Singapore as the search for an internship wasn't successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish to: drop 7 KGs this holidays. An evil workout plan has already been devised. *rub hands with glee like a witch guarding her potions*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8451808889214987241?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8451808889214987241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8451808889214987241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8451808889214987241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8451808889214987241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-more-time.html' title='i need more time.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6404524655435294152</id><published>2007-12-07T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:17:08.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three semesters on</title><content type='html'>I still dun think NUS is the place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Competitive system here takes my life away from me, in both senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are just a pain in the ass I have to face every sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not weak. I just do not like the way somethings are going around here. It irks me too much. It is not that I am inferior to anyone. I just dun enjoy this kinda life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that I am not destined for success. Success for me might come in other forms other than academics. Congrats if your CAP is higher than mine, just dont come and chuan in front of me this coming Christmas. If my feelings are still taken into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if exams are over? Another semester of complete chaos lies in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that some people around me do not understand me. I am not a complicated guy. I am not a two-faced asshole. I would despise myself if I am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get a hold of myself before I can even consider taking care of another girl. Contrary to what many girls think a guy loves, I do not need someone who is submissive to my every needs; at the end of the day everyone needs their own personal space. I love a girl that speaks her mind, is opinionated, but puts her point across with enough finesse; essential quality for good marriage. I love a girl who cares enough about herself to dress well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better than to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known better than to allow myself to be blinded for a whole semesster and fall in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many should haves, too many 'if i did it...?'s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6404524655435294152?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6404524655435294152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6404524655435294152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6404524655435294152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6404524655435294152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/12/three-semesters-on.html' title='Three semesters on'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7233830410129260497</id><published>2007-11-23T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T10:02:06.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post exam trauma (kinda)</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Fluid Mechanics day..i dun understand why I still feel unconfident even as of now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone through past years and found them OK. but when got the solutions from William realised that those easy questions actually had a lot of things hidden in them. It really sapped my confidence away from me. He said that those questions are meant to separate those A grade students from the rest of the field. After studying so much for Fluids the whole semester, I still do not have the knack of solving those questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like the great wall of china being hit by a nuclear bomb. Feel kinda lousy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had a bout of dizziness just now and had to sleep. I think it is because of the stress..it kills!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a slow learner, in terms of dealing with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just let God do the rest tomorrow, as it is all in His hands, it is His plans for me, and His hands of Grace will surely guide me out of any difficulty in life. I know I have tried my best, and shall have no qualms over whats going to happen tomorrow. No point overstressing myself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am listening to a lot of Dido songs just now. Tried to download a few songs just to rejuvenate my mood, and dunno why my fingers just typed Dido when I searched for songs in esnips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University life makes me appreciate some creature comforts that I had always taken for granted; in other words, I never felt their significance in this manner before this semester. Even a shower now feels so good. A nap now is much more rejuvenating than before. I finally understood why my sister take such a long time in the shower. A good song playing from the laptop is soothing and helps to destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of something in the shower just now. Suddenly James' words spoke to me, coming to NUS and have a life mugging for good results under the environmental stress is not worth it; even if at the end of the day we might (not guaranteed) get good results, but how much have we sacrificed? Personally, it is never worth it to forego life's other pleasures just to get a decent CAP, but the environment here makes us all do so even if we do not want to mug like hell. I have to remind my brother to work harder and be more careful in this SPM to ensure he can get a scholarship to go to some western countries where the pace is more relaxed and mentality is more relaxing. I feel a talent like him is worth more than just an NUS student and go through the same thing as me. That is just me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I have just changed the "theme song" of my blog to Dido's 'Hunter'. You are listening to rambuTAN FM, with DJ RR in the house.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7233830410129260497?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7233830410129260497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7233830410129260497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7233830410129260497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7233830410129260497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-exam-trauma-kinda.html' title='Post exam trauma (kinda)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2326803323851817658</id><published>2007-11-08T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T16:22:19.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnout signs</title><content type='html'>So how do you know if you, a loved one, or someone who reports to you is suffering from burnout? Here are the early warning signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronic fatigue - exhaustion, tiredness, a sense of being physically run down &lt;br /&gt;Anger at those making demands &lt;br /&gt;Self-criticism for putting up with the demands &lt;br /&gt;Cynicism, negativity, and irritability &lt;br /&gt;A sense of being besieged &lt;br /&gt;Exploding easily at seemingly inconsequential things &lt;br /&gt;Frequent headaches and gastrointestinal disturbances &lt;br /&gt;Weight loss or gain &lt;br /&gt;Sleeplessness and depression &lt;br /&gt;Shortness of breath &lt;br /&gt;Suspiciousness &lt;br /&gt;Feelings of helplessness &lt;br /&gt;Increased degree of risk taking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...i do match a few of those in this current situation :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2326803323851817658?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2326803323851817658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2326803323851817658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2326803323851817658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2326803323851817658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/11/burnout-signs.html' title='burnout signs'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6295109236276013887</id><published>2007-11-02T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T18:31:56.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>This holiday, a few things to do. I am so looking forward to it. Except for one moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna do? In no order of importance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Exercise. Juggle between swimming, jogging, jungle trekking, futsal, weight training everyday. Must exercise everyday. Wont set any targets too soon. I will be back to my glory days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Rest. It has been a tiring semester. 6 modules with a damn busy Arts GEM. Everday sleep after 2am. Stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch some movies at the theatre. The darkness of the theatre is wonderful as it shuts us out from other troubles like a capsule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spend time with family. I want to make up fo time already lost away from home to NUS. How nice would it be if NUS was just in front of my doorstep. And the thing is, Johor is near but not near enough for me to go back everyday. Its like, so far yet so near, or so near yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Meet up with friends. One way is by playing more futsal with them. Too bad my regular swimming mate is back in UK liao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that ONE moment I dread most? Checking my semester scores. It is not that I have declared defeat even before the war has begun, but the way NUS delivers the results to students makes us damn stressful. A computer screen waiting to eat you up. Relatively scary to me lah, dunno about you guys tho. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6295109236276013887?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6295109236276013887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6295109236276013887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6295109236276013887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6295109236276013887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6073888683165854924</id><published>2007-10-19T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T00:06:08.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>1. The person who tagged you is:&lt;br /&gt;got 2 ppl tag me leh. both girls samo. how lucky can a guy get? who ask me so popular? syen lo. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her:&lt;br /&gt;f.r.i.e.n.d.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 Impressions you have of him/her:&lt;br /&gt;-loves anime&lt;br /&gt;-evil..haha..&lt;br /&gt;-very mischeivious sometimes =.=&lt;br /&gt;-the starter of the poke waist culture! haha..&lt;br /&gt;-an Apple laptop owner wannabe lolx *runs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Most memorable thing he/she has done for you:&lt;br /&gt;cannot remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most memorable words he/she said to you:&lt;br /&gt;'u fat d'...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[no.6 went missing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If she becomes your lover, things she has to improved on will be:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If she becomes your enemy, you will:&lt;br /&gt;run for my life cos she is gonna kill me man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If she becomes your enemy, the reason will be:&lt;br /&gt;dunno..... ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desirable thing you want to do for her now is:&lt;br /&gt;help her with her SS assignment. It seems to make her so stressed out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of her is:&lt;br /&gt;naughty and evil...can be helpful at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;dunno...fat? stressed out fella? in room guy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characteristic you love about yourself is:&lt;br /&gt;once i set my mind to doing something,will try his very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The characteristic you hate about yourself is:&lt;br /&gt;take things too seriously until feel damn stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is:&lt;br /&gt;contented person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them:&lt;br /&gt;you all have been a part of my life, thnaks for moulding me into the person I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1. rachel&lt;br /&gt;2. chubby&lt;br /&gt;3. yi chin &lt;br /&gt;4. james&lt;br /&gt;5. alison&lt;br /&gt;6. kai lin&lt;br /&gt;7. suyin&lt;br /&gt;8. weichuan&lt;br /&gt;9. wen tak&lt;br /&gt;10. George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no. 6 having relationship with:&lt;br /&gt;with his school of fishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no.9 male/female:&lt;br /&gt;male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.....did i just hear another bomb in Iraq? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you last chat with no 3.:&lt;br /&gt;a month ago i think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music that no 8 likes:&lt;br /&gt;jay chow..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no.1 have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, one younger bro and one younger sis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no 3:&lt;br /&gt;haha....if she is not attached, maybe I will. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout no 7:&lt;br /&gt;erm..dun tink so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no 4 single:&lt;br /&gt;yes...although something is brewing up between him and someone else XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the surname of no 5:&lt;br /&gt;lai..come come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the hobby of no 4:&lt;br /&gt;erm...making mouses go defunc by clicking on it like 3000 times /day?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do no 5 and 9 get along:&lt;br /&gt;they don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no 2 studying at:&lt;br /&gt;NUS...he is a Nut Under Stress lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something casual about no 1:&lt;br /&gt;pretty girl with nice sense of fashion...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings for no 8:&lt;br /&gt;no leh i not gay..zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no 9 live:&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color does no 4 like:&lt;br /&gt;dunno leh. y ask me this kinda question? baka tagger... *runs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no 5 and 1 best friends:&lt;br /&gt;they dunno each other lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no 7 like 2:&lt;br /&gt;erm...maybe bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know no 2:&lt;br /&gt;i found him in Chubbyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no 1 have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no 7 the sexiest person in the world:&lt;br /&gt;haha.....she damn sexy one u kno :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6073888683165854924?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6073888683165854924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6073888683165854924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6073888683165854924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6073888683165854924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6663847944390273052</id><published>2007-10-11T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:17:26.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>workload!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slacked (ok, half slacked) for 2 days and work is piling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 of my modules sound easy during lecture but the tutorial problem sets are mind boggling. I shouldnt even be sighing now as this has been part of my NUS life (average student) so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take a break from schoolwork and just spend half a saturday relaxing in the cinema and having a nice meal with my friends, but even that I really have to think twice or even thrice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned to go back this weekend (again!). A bunch of friends whom I havent seen in a long time are having a gathering this Saturday. I really wish to go home. Sien. A bit regret going home for the past 2 weeks, now I know guilt will surely come to me if I go back this weekend. I have to make a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Arts GEM. Damn sien...have to prepare for tutorials (additional workload). Tutor is an African who looks like Akon when he is 50 years old and he makes sure that we do our work because all of us will need to play active roles in his tutorial. Super unconventional style of tutoring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I could have left the tutorials aside, spend just 10 minutes preparing for my GEM tutorial and still get away with everything, instead of slogging and cracking my brains doing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which path shall I take? I guess only I myself will know the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6663847944390273052?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6663847944390273052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6663847944390273052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6663847944390273052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6663847944390273052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/10/workload.html' title='workload!!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-1629348487486509299</id><published>2007-10-07T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T02:22:09.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey There Delilah</title><content type='html'>Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;What's it like in New York City?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;But girl tonight you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Yes you do&lt;br /&gt;Times Square can't shine as bright as you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Don't you worry about the distance&lt;br /&gt;I'm right there if you get lonely&lt;br /&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;br /&gt;I'm by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I know times are getting hard&lt;br /&gt;But just believe me girl&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar&lt;br /&gt;We'll have it good&lt;br /&gt;We'll have the life we knew we would&lt;br /&gt;My word is good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much left to say&lt;br /&gt;If every simple song I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Would take your breath away&lt;br /&gt;I'd write it all&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love with me you'd fall&lt;br /&gt;We'd have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;[Hey There Delilah lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk to you if I had no other way&lt;br /&gt;Our friends would all make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;and we'll just laugh along because we know&lt;br /&gt;That none of them have felt this way&lt;br /&gt;Delilah I can promise you&lt;br /&gt;That by the time we get through&lt;br /&gt;The world will never ever be the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah&lt;br /&gt;You be good and don't you miss me&lt;br /&gt;Two more years and you'll be done with school&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be making history like I do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;We can do whatever we want to&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Delilah here's to you&lt;br /&gt;This ones for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh it's what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;What you do to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;OOOoohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;OOOoohhhh&lt;br /&gt;OOOOooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song damn nice...its just someone singing with guitar without any drums or other special effects..kinda plain but it really sounds great...has been quite some time since I heard this type of "plain" songs on the radio. Music these days are so polluted and untidy compared to this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By changing a few words in the lyrics, it becomes (sorta) like the situation I am in now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-1629348487486509299?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1629348487486509299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=1629348487486509299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1629348487486509299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1629348487486509299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/10/hey-there-delilah.html' title='Hey There Delilah'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-1629178599747800471</id><published>2007-10-05T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:53:06.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random update as requested.... haha...</title><content type='html'>The current state of security in my homeland sucks. The news when I go home, almost everytime: some people kena killed, chopped up to pieces, blah blah blah, it makes me sick to the core, and yet I am already used to it. I am puzzled and disgusted by the way these people were tortured and mistreated up to their very last breath; how could you do that to a small girl? How could they even bear to chop up someone else's bodies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chaos in Burma is not a small thing. That is why I believe a country must not have a government with ideologies straight out of the extremes. This world is really problematic, with lives lost just about anywhere. With differences in ideologies come conflicts of interest which unfortunately will result in bloodshed in this modern age where weapons are becoming available too easily. Again, this could be traced to the unscrupulous weapons trader who first allowed weapons to be traded in the black market which is so easily accessed by everyone; as they say, money makes the devil push the rice mill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAI LIN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope ur kkj heals soon enough! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sien. The bazaar's booths are not filled up yet. Sometimes I dont get these vendors, the difference is only a few dollars for 3 days. yes, THREE days. It is pretty long ya know, which kinda averages out to about a few dollars more / day. Dun wan then never mind lah, I find another vendor to ganti your place lo. The kiamsiap mindset is not one of a successful businessman, especially when you are on the up and have to get every business oppurtunity that comes your way. Come on, its just a few dollars, dont tell me you cant afford it? Well, I would think that it is precisely because of this small-town mentality that they are STILL small time businessmen...and I dun see them doing great guns in the near future... =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a bit sick. Throat feels constantly dry. I need to make an effort to force voice out of my voicebox. Maybe its because I ate too much biscuits plus not enough fluids plus late night sleeps plus extremely hot and humid weather =.=....sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-1629178599747800471?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1629178599747800471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=1629178599747800471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1629178599747800471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1629178599747800471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-update-as-requested-haha.html' title='random update as requested.... haha...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8730668571077279935</id><published>2007-08-28T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T18:47:22.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought lecturers are boring people</title><content type='html'>There was an umbrella, and Jim, Jane and Jack stood under it. Who got wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer: csannot determine. I didnt say got rain onot leh.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man (gasping for breathe): Dear, I just did something monumental today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: *smiles* what did you do today, dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man: I chased after my friend's car to hitch a ride. And it saved me a dollar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife: you should have chase a taxi instead lah! can save sgd2.50 at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8730668571077279935?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8730668571077279935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8730668571077279935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8730668571077279935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8730668571077279935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-when-you-thought-lecturers-are.html' title='Just when you thought lecturers are boring people'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-986213912960834319</id><published>2007-08-27T16:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:33:59.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>some fella took my clothes out of the dryer......sien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lectures are starting to get boring....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling damn tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stress is coming in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-986213912960834319?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/986213912960834319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=986213912960834319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/986213912960834319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/986213912960834319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-fella-took-my-clothes-out-of-dryer.html' title='....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-3985947228417534777</id><published>2007-08-26T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:09:45.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to do list (1 day)</title><content type='html'>-laundry. the laundry basket is full to the brim liao. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-study and do tutorials. everything was all right in the first week. second week and i seem to have lost some fervour for my studies cos the maths is coming in. must pick up my momentum again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-decide whether to go for the TIP. Can clear 2 MCs and at the same time try out something wich sounds interesting. Decisions decisions~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lap report. so sien. damn a lot of formulas. damn a lot of readings. suang yong said he do until 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I have had it with interviews. I think I kinda screwed up the last one but not big time lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: after typing so much I realise that 24 hours is not enough. Albeitly increasingly not. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-3985947228417534777?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3985947228417534777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=3985947228417534777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3985947228417534777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3985947228417534777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-do-list-1-day.html' title='to do list (1 day)'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-1744787647340060986</id><published>2007-08-24T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T02:50:25.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>philo</title><content type='html'>When we don't know what we don't know, we will never know what is to know and can be known. Unfortunately most of us dont even realise what we dunno and perceive our own views as correct and get unsatisfied/disgruntled/impatient with others' behaviour and method of doing things, even minor ones. They irritate us so.. why? All these stem from judgemental mindset of ours, and I must admit that I am judgmental. We tend to perceive our own ways of doing things and talking as far better and superior than others, that is when pride (to some extent =.=) comes in. Maybe that is why God told us not to judge people and be in humility even at all times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To judge is to evaluate something subjectively, but it isnt something that everyone can master. In fact, most (i said most) of us are prone to judging others before putting oneself into purely subjective evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of evaluation. In an imperfect market, the value of something sometimes doesnt match the price of something. In fact, it is almost impossible to do so as even chartered and certified professional evaluators themselves are prone to judging something subjectively with little or no influence from their subjective mindsets that are supposed to be ingrained in them throughout years of vigorous tertiary education in preparation for their job today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a perfect market though, both buyers and sellers are unaffected by personal sentiments, aesthetics that appeal to a myriad of tastes, rumours. That is why in the real estate market, a piece of property is rarely traded for exatly what it is worth. This is especially true in places that are surrently experiencing a property boom like Singapore. I hope that one day the evaluation process will be done perfectly as it would save my wallet from dieting too much involuntarily if ever i decide to stay back in Singapore for good. There is just too little land and too much people here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is MSL Day, and logistics have been settled. Water containers, balls, garbage bags, trophies, booking of badminton and basketball courts, souveneirs (man how exactly do they spell that???), chairs and tables for captain's ball are more or less prepared. I hope everything goes really well and that I will be blessed with a clear mind to handle problems that may arise on that day itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weeks I have learned quite a few things. Some small, many might seem insignificant and a lot of things that cant be read from a book. First time in my life I was a part of a group interview, 4 on 2 interview, 2 on 2 interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got lab...and it will be rather tedious. Therefore, I shall go to sleep now. Adios amigos, hope you all have a great weekend ahead before the dreaded tutorials start to creep in with their hairy, spidly furry legs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-1744787647340060986?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1744787647340060986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=1744787647340060986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1744787647340060986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1744787647340060986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/08/philo.html' title='philo'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8666321269290954348</id><published>2007-08-02T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:38:40.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phew..</title><content type='html'>...finally got my laptop back. The comp centre dude told me it could be a case of one or two weeks. thank God that I got my lappy back so soon. Just a few days only~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from Techno Edge. For my non-NUS friends, thats what they name the Engineering Faculty's canteen. Got new stalls, saw one that sells soup-in-a-pot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually this blog is just to test whether this laptop still can post blogs onot. Hopefully it can.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tadah! here it is on blogger! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Lame Joke of the day, courtesy of Mister James: the portion st &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Megabites&lt;/span&gt; (a cafe at Science Faculty) damn small. Those at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gigabyte&lt;/span&gt; are bigger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn swt la. looks like he will be the Lame King of MSL sooner or later. LOLz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8666321269290954348?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8666321269290954348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8666321269290954348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8666321269290954348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8666321269290954348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/08/phew.html' title='phew..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-261279424160143971</id><published>2007-07-29T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T00:24:13.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sien..</title><content type='html'>..dad's Proton broke down today on my way to Singapore. wth..zzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precisely, it broke down at KM 49.6 of the North South Expressway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the one behind the wheel. As I was driving along, i smelled something foul, thought it was just something wrong with the old air filter, a minor problem; so i kept on going. Realised the air-con didnt really work; thought it was just a minor problem; so i kept on going..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL I SAW BLOODY SMOKE CAME OUT OF THE BONNET!! ZZ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopped by the highway; damn dangerous, no cones or the red triangles (what is the real name for that actually? =.=) to mark the spot. Called PLUS. Waited for 15 minutes before the tow pickup finally arrived. They towed us to the nearest toll station and dropped us there. We had to pay for the toll without the engines on. Kereta dah rosak la bang, kasilah mercy sikit, masih nak caj aku duit toll ke? zzz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i realised was foremen and mechanics were everywhere along this stretch of highway near the toll gates, to find business, of course! My dad had called my hometown mechanic (Lets cal him M) to come and inspect the car for us. We waited at the toll gate for him to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is...M didnt knew how to read ABCs! he overshot the toll gate, called my dad for directions. so we waited like about an hour plus just for him to come. when he came, he brought no spare parts with him; my dad had to go to the nearest kampung to search for a small rubber pipe that had burst under high temperature. Apparently the mechanics didnt add enough distilled water into the radiators during the last service just a few weeks ago. High temperature = burst water pipes. The engine became so hot that the oil gasket was broken, that explains the foul smell, it was the smell of sweet, fragrant hot engine oil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the new rubber pipe was fixed, the car was ready to go...........for a few miles before we had to stop to refill water into its radiator. we had to stop every few kilometres (maybe about 5) so that the engine doesnt become too hot. a broken oil gasket involves major repairs that had to be done in the workshop, we had no choice but to do so. from the toll gate to Kluang (my hometown) was a full 50km..so we stopped like 10 times at the side of the road before I finally reach home. so sien..only had lunch at about 3:30pm. That wa just as well as we needed a break so that the engine could have a chance to cool down. At that moment I reckon that the engine needed a break more than us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we didnt travel back using the highway; how are we supposed to find sources of water if not because of the small kampungs along the old roads that we chose to travel? Luckily we did so. The radiator drank like a fish. We used up pails and bottles of water for the journey back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ahh lazy to blog liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought tickets for 8am bus to JB tomorrow. I estimate I will need about 3.5 hours before I can reach my room in PGP. See you guys then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-261279424160143971?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/261279424160143971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=261279424160143971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/261279424160143971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/261279424160143971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/07/sien.html' title='sien..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-81238809304393047</id><published>2007-07-28T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:05:09.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back..</title><content type='html'>..to PGP tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be an all new semester. Dilemma over whether to take 6 modules onot. I will be clearing up to 21MCs in the process. With 5 modules I already have 4 freaking labs but only clearing 17MCs..sien. I might not take any extra modules at all. Other than that, I have to go for CCAs this semester. I feel ambitious and rather pumped up this semester, with a few CCAs in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the time for me not to laze,but to step out of my comfort zone (as dear Edward repeatedly told us to do so) and really involve myself in the real world. I pray that I can cope with my studies (at least 3.5, somehwere near 4 would be delightful) and at the same time do all the CCAs that I want to be a part of, with commitment and strong sense of responsibility. It is my oppurtunity, and its up to me to grasp it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also looking forward to fostering new friendships with freshies...white they are still fresh ...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..I have so much things to do this semester...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I used the phrase "looking forward" umpteen times in my posts lately. Which is contradictory to my situation; I am short-sighted.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used that phrase so many times, I "look forward" until my neck gonna be long like giraffe and wanna snap liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-81238809304393047?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/81238809304393047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=81238809304393047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/81238809304393047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/81238809304393047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-back.html' title='Going back..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7827540447815644639</id><published>2007-07-27T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:41:05.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can...</title><content type='html'>..assure you what you are currently feeling now is not true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7827540447815644639?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7827540447815644639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7827540447815644639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7827540447815644639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7827540447815644639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-can.html' title='I can...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-206349315722388905</id><published>2007-07-27T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:41:56.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSL and UFO</title><content type='html'>MSL = Malaysian Students' League, an organisation that befits its name, welcoming every Malaysian that come to NUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UFO = University Freshmen Orientation , MSL's flagship annual event, in its second edition this time. Not to be confused with the flying thingy you thought existed somewhere up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I was like most of the people who joined this UFO: came to NUS with a few friends, but without anyone to guide me along, help me settle my stuffs and doubts. This all changed when I started to get involved in MSL through the forum, and the rest is history. I could still remember, the day when I met Kim Wong for the first time; it was him who went all the way to Tg.Pagar train station to fetch me and my friends from Kluang; we didnt even know how to go to NUS that time! Imagined all the hassle I would have gone through if it was not for him. Until today, I still thank you Kim Wong , for being the first senior to reach out to us in such a personal manner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also our beloved Thomas Chua aka Lame King (his throne will soon be descended by a certain someone who shall not be anmed :P). He was and still is someone I look up to, it was his enthusiasm and presence in the forum that made me look forward to meeting him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the UFO, I met many people with many different talents and abilities from many places all over Malaysia; my social circle wasnt just confined to my Form 6 and secondary school pals anymore. It expanded exponentially! Soon, I had my very own gang(s) of best pals in NUS: 5B gang and the Mech Eng gang; I wasnt short of friends anymore. In fact, they were the main reason I was relutant to commute back to Johor every weekend even though its so near to NUS. With their companionship, 2 semesters of ups and downs, highs and lows breezed past just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to UFO2: I am now a "senior" to many of the freshmen coming to NUS this year. Again, I would be meeting people from all over Malaysia with different talents. They say NUS is a school for Smarties (not those you can hold in your hand and taste like chocolates), I have no doubt that it is now. I looked forward to meeting my juniors, help them settle down in NUS, find their own clique of friends and at the same time widening their social circle too (I am sure this is the first time many of them met so many people from different states far and wide). I wanted to give them the chance to experience what I had did beforehand when I was a freshmen in UFO just like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I see, I had no doubt that UFO's objectives had been acheived. Many freshmen are mixing together, and from what I see from the BBQ night, this year's freshmen really have great potential; in short, the BBQ night was nothing short of marvellous, and I dare say, better (maybe XD) than the BBQ that me and friends organised for our seniors last year! You guys make a great team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy I felt when I joined in the cheers on that night (although I am not a good exponent of the cheering art lol) was indescribable. You see, I have finally found a family of friends in Singapore; more precisely in MSL, where humanity, giving and friendship prevails above all things else, something hard to find in Singapore! And seeing all of the freshmen crashing in and jumping together together with the seniors, the feeling was really great; our days of preparation and 4 days of everything culminating in this very scene was worth it after all. If I was a bystander, I would surely be touched. Edward had good reason to tear that night, I could truly understand his feelings; Xander was absolutely spot-on in his blog, I feel the same way too. The images of that will always be imprinted in my mind as one of the most enduring images of the UFO, symbolic of MSL's spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, during the debrief session after the UFO, we realised that this years' UFO could be improved in many aspects, some of it due to negligence and some of it occured because we didnt even think of it. I look forward to the day to impart knowledge and experiences gained from being part of the UFO OGL to our dear freshies, so that they can do an even better job than us. I have a hunch that the next UFO will be the best! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: sorry Group Number One (The Ones) I managed to forget our cheers even though I am the leader...zzz. Guess I was too tired that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-206349315722388905?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/206349315722388905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=206349315722388905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/206349315722388905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/206349315722388905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/07/msl-and-ufo.html' title='MSL and UFO'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4088629848653146702</id><published>2007-07-25T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:54:02.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bidding</title><content type='html'>Not a conventional title for this post. But yes, the bidding culture is indeed a way and part of Singaporean life. Or, at least for Malaysians studying in NUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Singapore everything also need to bid one. From COE to subjects that we have to take for each semester, bidding is the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that on the basis of scarcity of places, bidding is a good way to go. But then, with bidding comes a lotta headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I have to choose which modules/subjects to bid for. And trust me, it gets a little mind boggling at times, especially with so many modules to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few modules I have in mind,mostly General Education modules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEM2000 Foundations of Real Estate Appraisal. Not a module that Engineering students would normally take. However I find the real estate business in Singapore kinda interesting and intriguing, especially with the Singaporean property boom that has already happened in land-scarce Singapore. Because Singapore is just a small red dot on Earth that cant even be seen from outer space, people are paying a premium for real estate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEK1600 Dynamics of Interpersonal Effectiveness. Another oppurtunity for me to learn about how human psychology works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEK1016 History &amp; Theory Of Modern Architecture. Architecture stuff obviously. If you guys didnt know, I am someone who loves looking at houses, and I love the minimalist design. It could also explain my interest in the real estate module stated above, I just thought of that. I am just not sure whether I can d well in it though. Sometimes what you like just isnt what you are good at. Anyone with the same problem? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEK1541 Reproductive Health: What One Must Know. Yeah, biys and gals, it sounds interesting. It doesnt hurt to know more sexual knowledge right. On a lighter note, it could also be the module that marks my "coming of age". The classes are held in the National University Hospital. So weird one. Will only put in a bid for this if all else doesnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all gets a bit confusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does get frustrating at times. When you out in a bid with all the points you have only to find out that some big koko or jiejie has outbidded you just because they can throw their bid points into the system like girls throwing oranges into the river during Chap Goh Meh. I experienced that when I wanted to bid for Forensics last semester. Damn sien one OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats more, at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cors.nus.edu.sg"&gt;CORS website&lt;/a&gt;, they show me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Module selection and module allocation are mission critical exercises for you as well as the university. There must be fairness, equity and responsibility. As the university advances towards a broad-based education, you will be required to enroll in modules across faculties, and a system must be established to facilitate you and at the same time allow the teaching departments to manage their resources optimally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hoped that a bidding system will accomplish these objectives. The bidding system requires you to make careful consideration of your priorities as each decision has an impact on your future choices - a good training ground to prepare you for life after graduation. It is an opportunity to educate you on the need to weigh your options, make decisions and live with the consequences of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the whole evil CORS crew is laughing at me now. =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4088629848653146702?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4088629848653146702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4088629848653146702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4088629848653146702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4088629848653146702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/07/bidding.html' title='Bidding'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-3309673515984020461</id><published>2007-07-15T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T02:28:42.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing those doors.</title><content type='html'>surprisingly my brain works kinda actively, my fingers type kinda nimbly at night. and yes, I am using the proper typing fingers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reasons for me not to go get a girlfriend (some people might laugh at me and see look, this guy hasnt got a girlfriend (insert other negative comments here) blah blah blah) but look,I simply do not give a sh*t about that. i tink the reasons i cite now are perfectly reasonable, so long as they are applicable to my own personal situation at hand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  main reason: i am still not emotionally matured enough, i guess many of my closest friends will know about this. i am still plagued with negative emotions that only time can heal, and by the maturity of thought gained simply through the passing of time. any relationship that i am going to get into now will most probably end up in heartache due to my attitude. I need to build a heart of steel-sponge, soft when it should be, hard and strong when the need arises. I choose to adopt a personal principle that is whatever relationship that is ultimately not gonna end up in marriage = wasting time and money only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  getting myself involved in some relationship will only serve to distract myself from studies. my CAP now is not exactly high (by my personal standards), NUS ia a highly competitive school. Thus,I simply cannot afford any other forms of distractions to sway myself off the way to a good CAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. a girlfriend only serves as someone that limits my personal freedom. I mean, I would surely have to devote more time in entertaining someone else exclusively, so much so that sometimes I cant even complain that my own personal time is encroached. What if, lets say, I wanna play game of futsal or yam cha with friends also cannot but have to spend time with her? Play game also cannot. I am only in my 20s (in fact only 20), wanna enjoy more of what a 20-something guy should do more. Why should I cage myself just because of someone else? The point is, I wanna do whatever I want whenever I want wherever I want. Attached people just have to compromise on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my parents are going to retire soon. I come from a well-to-do family, but then I am where I am, leading a comfortable life and enjoying many of the comforts so many other people could not afford to. I am lucky and I am thankful to God for all that, all a result of how hard my parents have worked to acheive this standard of life. Everything I use, eat, every thread on my body comes from their wallets. Indeed no other humans on Earth could offer me the love they did, so selflessly and without complaints. I would think it would be unfair to my parents to use their hard-earned money to pursue a relationship someone that is not guaranteed to last. So in the end = wasting money only. I have a gut feeling that my parents are disease ridden because they have worked theirselves too hard in search of financial scecurity which the whole family, including me enjoys now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanna enjoy good friendship with everyone around me, be it male or female, taking my university days to cultivate close friendships that is gonna stand the test of time. Reason: I believe there would not be a better time to do this. In fact, I only have 3 more years to do this as rather unfortunately, true blue friends who listen to me whine and complain, bitch and scold (you guys know who you are :P ) are gonna be hard to find in the workplace where conflicts of interests and office politics will somehow arise. And also due to the fact that I feel comfortable in the presence of my platonic friends, something which I doubt I could feel that strongly with a partner of the different gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I havent found someone that shares the same visions and outlook of future as I do. It would be foolish to get involved with anyone that does not have the same targets and goals in life. People might say, can work things out, but in reality, the innate desire inside of us on how to lead our lives IS a platform for disaster in the future. Ever notice how many married couples got divorced/live unhappily just because of different principles of living and conflicts in goals etc etc etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. a desire to serve God. I wont elaborate further on this; its rather personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above are not arranged in any order of importance, applies to myself only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to sleep , tomorrow gonna go church, and worship Him who has made significant impacts in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-3309673515984020461?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3309673515984020461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=3309673515984020461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3309673515984020461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3309673515984020461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/07/pre-sleep-thoughts.html' title='closing those doors.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7573202107112758481</id><published>2007-07-09T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:17:31.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutcases</title><content type='html'>Was eating Cadbury chocolates just now .. there was one type which I referred to the cover of the box for description: "delicious Brazil nut covered in dark chocolate..." ..something popped up in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a pic of Brazil nuts, sweety, unprocessed and in their full glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/RpHKojBJ0HI/AAAAAAAAACg/eo7xEObTId8/s1600-h/Brazil+Nut+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/RpHKojBJ0HI/AAAAAAAAACg/eo7xEObTId8/s400/Brazil+Nut+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085068252221657202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brazil Nut Bertholletia excelsa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is another type of Brazil nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather Brazillian nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/RpHMNDBJ0KI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wwwMxea0CgQ/s1600-h/brazil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/RpHMNDBJ0KI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wwwMxea0CgQ/s400/brazil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085069978798510242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 Brazillian nuts kissing the Confederations' Cup trophy. Apparently the trophy is more delicious to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Brazillian nuts, sweaty, unchanged and in their full glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me...which one is the nuttier of the both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;GO GO GO! ALE ALE ALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7573202107112758481?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7573202107112758481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7573202107112758481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7573202107112758481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7573202107112758481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/07/nutcases.html' title='Nutcases'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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/_u4OSLIAWaS4/RpHKojBJ0HI/AAAAAAAAACg/eo7xEObTId8/s72-c/Brazil+Nut+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-2589319130905057243</id><published>2007-07-08T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:49:58.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Bon Jovi - Have A Nice Day</title><content type='html'>Absolutely loving this song! Always gets me pumped up whenever I hear it. Especially the chorus part! Suitable when doing push-ups or playing with dumbbells...hee..gives me extra bits of motivation :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why, you wanna tell me how to live my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who, are you to tell me if it's black or white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama, can you hear me? try to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is innocence the difference between a boy and a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My daddy lived a lie, it's just the price that he paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sacrificed his life, just slaving away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh,if there is one thing I hang onto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That gets me through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standing on the ledge and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;show the wind how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the world gets in my FACE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have A Nice Day-ay-ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a look around you, nothing´s what it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're living in a broken home of hopes and dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me be the first to shake a helping hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anybody, brave enough to take a stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've knocked on every door, on every dead-end street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking for forgiveness and what's left to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, if there is one thing I hang onto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That gets me through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standing on the ledge, and show the wind how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the world gets in my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have A Nice Day-ay-ay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Guitar Solo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh oh , if there is one thing I hang onto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That gets me through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ain't gonna do what I don't want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna live my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shining like a diamond, rolling with the dice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standing on the ledge,and show the wind how to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the world gets in my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say, Have A Nice Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have A Nice Day-ay-ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(in the background)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Have A Nice Day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When The world keeps trying to drag me down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta raise my hands, gonna stand my ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say, hey, Have A Nice Day-ay-ay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have A Nice Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Day'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2984123408311492441</id><published>2007-07-07T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:17:32.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those cocky salesmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/Ro9B-DBJ0FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FD3SRKqtdSM/s1600-h/viagra.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u4OSLIAWaS4/Ro9B-DBJ0FI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FD3SRKqtdSM/s400/viagra.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084355038542418002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i definitely dun need any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;genial medication&lt;/span&gt; by the name of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viagra&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh wait a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*saves the email address for future purposes* XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2984123408311492441?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2984123408311492441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2984123408311492441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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SMART tunnel leaking. Rising crime rates (rape,burglary and whatever nonsense) in JB and innocent people are dying from it. Comments from MPs that even a secondary school debate team can better easily. The Altantuya scandal that I can already predict the outcome somehow. The wealth gap between certain groups of people are widened by the existance of the NEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read too many bad news in 3 months to feel a sense of loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed about the current situation and worried about the future of my country, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, there is nothing much that most of the rakyat (who wants a change) can do about the situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4582662076210130809?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4582662076210130809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4582662076210130809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball just wont freaking go into the goal no matter hw hard I whack it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few games..I cant bring the ball pass a defender..where in the past I used to tiptoe pass them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes..it is rather easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a screwed up shot will just end up in the goal after deflected by ur opponent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other type of "easy"..is when everything go your way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times when dribbling and skipping past defenders was such a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times when every pass seems to find its target...rather effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times when each shot taken is a great one...even tho i am not looking at the goal..or trying that hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times when i can chase the ball tirelessly...running like a Siberian husky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my touch has deserted me some how. my first touch is poor, i cant convert 50% of the gilt-edged chances, my shots always go wide...and my passing only has 70% accuracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the last 3 games,the first 2 was really crap, but I have found my feet in the 3rd match...not exactly a virtuoso performance, but scored more goals than the other 2 games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say form is temporary and class is permanent. *perasan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many more chances for me to regain my form... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can do it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-1523847518727358921?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1523847518727358921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i did this when i was bored'/><title type='text'>Transfomers........Felines in disguise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imajr.com/transformers_142778" title="Click to view." target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src="http://imajr.com/th/transformers_142778.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-1589725668679603668?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1589725668679603668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=1589725668679603668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4039235852522271573?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4039235852522271573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4039235852522271573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4039235852522271573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4039235852522271573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/well_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8173698698025088151</id><published>2007-06-27T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:57:52.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...I really should stop this habit of reposting the same thing. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8173698698025088151?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8173698698025088151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-225100033998599185</id><published>2007-06-27T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:56:53.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really should stop using the a***h word again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiseh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-225100033998599185?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/225100033998599185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=225100033998599185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2752402434265442151</id><published>2007-06-25T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:47:03.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i will treat you like milk, do nothing to spoil you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2752402434265442151?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2752402434265442151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2752402434265442151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2752402434265442151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2752402434265442151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-treat-you-like-milk-do-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2818579685437667398</id><published>2007-06-25T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T14:44:30.954+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WORDPLAY OF THE DAY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a sucker for playing sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, I mean playing soccer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2818579685437667398?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2818579685437667398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2818579685437667398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2818579685437667398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2818579685437667398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-sucker-for-playing-sucker.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-3997823809015482871</id><published>2007-06-22T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:59:36.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life cycle</title><content type='html'>As I grow up, things I will experience (in order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Which technique of throwing a guli (marble) is best&lt;br /&gt;    * How to impress girls&lt;br /&gt;    * Cars and cellphones&lt;br /&gt;    * Buying homes and getting married&lt;br /&gt;    * The best baby food, diapers&lt;br /&gt;    * Best school for your kids&lt;br /&gt;    * Hypertension/cholesterol-lowering medications&lt;br /&gt;    * Adult diapers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-3997823809015482871?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3997823809015482871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=3997823809015482871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3997823809015482871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3997823809015482871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-cycle.html' title='Life cycle'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6065375795395352424</id><published>2007-06-22T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T15:10:19.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a TV3 car near the train station just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am famous and deserve all that attention. They didnt have to do that tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6065375795395352424?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6065375795395352424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6065375795395352424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6065375795395352424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6065375795395352424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-saw-tv3-car-near-train-station-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4589682417557540189</id><published>2007-06-20T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:41:16.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>38 questions...i not sampat le lol</title><content type='html'>[one] what is your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[two] where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;at home..after haircut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[three] what's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;er...Ping? =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[four] your current relationship&lt;br /&gt;status?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stingle (still single)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[five] does your crush like you back?&lt;br /&gt;~ Not really and its history.&lt;br /&gt;[six] what is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pumped up by Kelly Clarkson's songs =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[seven] what color underwear are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eight] what makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Family and Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ten] if you could go back in time and change something, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the first occurance of cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eleven] if you must be an animal for one day, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kangaroo....??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twelve] ever had a near death experience?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nt really.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[thirteen] something you do a lot?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pushups (esp these few days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fourteen] what is your fav. color?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blue da ba dee bah doo dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[fifteen] who did you copy and paste this from?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nirmal..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sixteen] name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eh duno. one day apart got la. my sister lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[seventeen] when was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eighteen] have you ever sung in front of a large audience?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;got..choir performance :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[nineteen] if you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flames..like Torch hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty] what's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;face..of cos la since i am looking at her =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-one] what do you usually order from starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Caramel macchiato. absent from my diet since X years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-two] what's your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my biggest cigarette? no i dun smoke XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-three] favorite city?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;New York..really love to go there someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-four] when was the last time you lied?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;couldnt remember...serious..hey...i am really serious ok? really la...true one le..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-five] do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yeah..dexters lab&lt;/span&gt; *blush*&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-six] what are you eating or&lt;br /&gt;drinking at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-seven] what's your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-eight] if you could describe your life in one word what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[twenty-nine] when was the last time&lt;br /&gt;you gave/received a hug?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;about 3 years ago when sis left for USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty] have you ever been kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nope...so wet la cannot kiss under the shade/in the phone booth meh? with rain as backgrd..ah thats romantic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-one] what are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;going to KFC later.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-two] what should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Preparing my email to PGP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-three] what was the last thing that made you upset/angry?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;skip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-four] how often do you pray?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Almost everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-five] do you like working in&lt;br /&gt;the yard?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ok la..like occasional gardening too hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-six] if you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jordan..Beckham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-seven] do you act differently around your crush?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes I do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;[thirty-eight] name one song that reminds you of an ex?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no ex la..=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4589682417557540189?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4589682417557540189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4589682417557540189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4589682417557540189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4589682417557540189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/38-questionsi-not-sampat-le-lol.html' title='38 questions...i not sampat le lol'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-841453707850078618</id><published>2007-06-17T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T23:50:48.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不必急</title><content type='html'>在情场上我又遇上了错折.第四次了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下定决心不要再爱上别人.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在爱情路上我跌了好多次. 伤痕累累.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不想再被伤害了..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是专心继续为学业和事业打拚吧!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是等到我能够经济独立,成熟稳定时才考虑这些吧!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想这样才对我,对我的她,负责任. 这样才不会浪费彼此的时间..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果拍拖最后的结局并不是结为夫妻那不是在浪费彼此的青春,时间,金钱,和无端端限制了两人的自由吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其是,这些东西,都是众所周知的吧..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;更何况,真爱的起中之一特征是不含妒嫉,我本人还没本事做到这点,若先在突然有了g友,一定不会有好的结果..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想必一定会有些人觉得我的想法好极端,甚至老套,但为我和我伴,想得再多也是值得的!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-841453707850078618?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/841453707850078618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=841453707850078618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/841453707850078618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/841453707850078618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post_17.html' title='不必急'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2935002067148467817</id><published>2007-06-17T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:37:36.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How's Life?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday-ing. bored-ing also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who was the last who sent you an sms?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Chuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you good in your studies?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully improving by His Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Can you speak English?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. been speaking more of rojak recently tho =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who was the last who said "Love You"?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time never hear people say that to me =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who is the most Annoying Person you know?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying is just a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;School/College/University?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What time is it now?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:20am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What song are you listening to now?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some rap song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How many friends do you have on Friendster?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;265&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who are you chatting with?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you in trouble?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really...if being a tad overweight is trouble, then yes =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you been Broken Hearted before?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Missing Someone?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sisters and my friends in KL&lt;br /&gt;What day is today?&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Any birthday's coming up? Whose ?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Chia Tet Kong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bored?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH..would have just die if it were not for my songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Last Channel you watched on TV?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StarSports. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What time did you sleep last night?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after 2am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do kids love you?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. my friend's 6 year old cousin kept fooling around with me. Kids and their innocence XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you make people Laugh?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to do that on a more often basis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you give away your secret to&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often. ask my tight-lipped friend tho. who?? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ever Smoked?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevah evah forevah evah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ever Drinked??&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got le. life is a bitch if ya never tasted alcohol before. of course not to the point of being drunk la =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ever got drunked?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap..back in Form5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dumped Someone?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. I dun really have a right to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you Caring, Loving and Tender?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ppl i love... yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you love getting msgs at frndster?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost never check my message inbox. Always forwarded mails that I dun really bother =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are you bored of doing this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nt really. anything that can kill my time, I enjoy it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's your fantasy?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years from now, I am walking with my business associates, overseeing my business, with my employees working hard, and the whole thing is in smooth operation, and I hold my head up high proudly knowing that my business is successful (God willing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are u in danger right now?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are u angry at someone?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wrath =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What do u really want to do now?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have brunch at 11am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you believe in soulmates?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Who is the stupid-est?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno who la.. zzz.. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cried?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who havent cry before =.=&lt;br /&gt;Feel sad?&lt;br /&gt;not really...thinking of my dad's surprise XD .. i am a good son ok? *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You wanna say something?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO THIS OR DIE! =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2935002067148467817?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2935002067148467817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2935002067148467817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2935002067148467817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2935002067148467817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-questions.html' title='Random questions'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-992541749745085225</id><published>2007-06-16T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:24:42.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got Ferrari-ed</title><content type='html'>*clicks on the pause button on windows media player.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pindrop.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah thats so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 2 days only me and my bro at home. Both parents went to KL. Mum accompnying dad for eyes check-up. Decision whether to undergo operation isnt finalised until everything is confirmed first. It isnt anything serious though. Naturally I had to stay back because bro had classes, tuitions and also guitar exam. The whole house is filled with an air of emptiness these few days. Seconds seem like minutes and days seem like months. Watched all on Youtube. Watched most of the shows on TV (no more Premier League anymore makes boredom an active monster). Watched V for Vendetta on DVD. Watched 3 movies at MBO cinema already. Countless yamcha sessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday is starting to get stale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a documentary of the Ferrari factory in Maranello which shot the whole process of making a Ferrari 599 GTB, the newest model to hit the market, which IMO one of the most gorgeous cars. Apparently they use all the best stuff for the car. The paintwork is simply fab. The metal frame of the car is sprayed on by a special paint sprayer which sprays paint at very very fine particles. After that, a layer of ceramic coating is applied on the frame, also by spraying. CERAMIC! On your cars' body! Imagine that. After that,the paintwork is checked by an electronic detector that swoops over every inch of the exterior, detecting defects of 1/10 of an mm! If any defects are found, the frame is sent back for respraying. My favourite colour is of course, the signature Ferrari chilli red. Other colors looks damn cool too. That goes without saying. Because that car proudly wears the prancing horse badge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interior is handcrafted by seamstresses specially trained by Ferrari. Yes, every piece of leather in the cockpit is stitched together by hand, including the dashboard, seats and side panels. Ferrari can meet the customers' demand for leather in every colour imaginable; they dye premium quality leather (used in European furniture) specially mixed to the clients' liking. They also do colour combinations for the interior. This also means that...in a Ferrari, there can be unlimited number of customisations..just for the interior alone. I personally prefer white leather. I must admit..natural brown and grey looks good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suspension is also sophisticated, albeit very. Instead of normal oil used in shock absorbers, electronically charged fluids are used in thie Ferrari's absorbers. Even the slightest bumpiness is detected by a computer connected to the suspension and it readjusts itself suit the situation. These absorbers are specially developed in the USA for Ferrari; no other car company comes close to matching it. I suppose at well over 200k Euros for a car, customers demand the very best...and thus a lot of RND is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car is fixed together by hand...imagine the man hours poured into making one car. I shall skip this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the track. Every Ferrari rolled out of the assembly line is tested by Ferrari's own test drivers at their racetrack. Any discrepancies from the claimed performance figures are detected by computer. Any defects are quickly put right so that every car is the same performance wise. The car is later driven in Maranello (a small tiwn the birthplace of Ferrari) so that it undergoes the same procedure in real life conditions. Again, feedback is transmitted via computers for the car to be improved,so that Ferrari's customers get nothing but the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Italins really love their cars. The styling is simply amazing, breathtaking and wonderful. All thanks to their artsy creativity and aesthetic sense. They take great pride and slog to produce Ferraris. I have utmost respect for them all the while, but even more so after this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this documentary I feel that if I had the money, a Ferrari is definitely well worth every penny spent on it. The detail, man power, handcraft, expertise, technology, beauty are incorporated into one lean, mean machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply stunning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-992541749745085225?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/992541749745085225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=992541749745085225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/992541749745085225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/992541749745085225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-got-ferrari-ed.html' title='i got Ferrari-ed'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4422240400331524084</id><published>2007-06-14T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T02:06:03.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random Ryan motion</title><content type='html'>-sprained toe hasnt completely healed yet. cannot go futsalling, jogging or jungle trekking yet. so boring at home. might try swimming tomorrow morning (swimming puts less pressure on the joints) and get a tan. the colour of my skin is like steamed chicken. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-had kfc and steamed chicken for dinner yesterday. so much protein, the colour of my urine was a deep yellowish. at least it wasnt orange, which is still not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-have been dieting a lot with my main meals recently. the serving of the rice i am currently having is less than the size of my fist after flattening the rice out. it gets so sien when you cant eat the food you like. rewards? a scant 1 kilogram decrease in my weight. 1KG ONLY! i am wondering is this all worthwhile. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-been feeling lazy these days..always sleep during the afternoon but sleep very late at night. never seem to wake up early also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watched oceans thirteen with frens just now. the cinema was damn cold. regretted that i didnt bring my sweater along. took some candid shots in the toilet. it is in my friendster for all to see now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-left eye itchy, dunno why, might be eyelashes fallen into my eyes. cant seem to shrug the itchiness off. how to sleep lidat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*leaves blog*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4422240400331524084?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4422240400331524084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4422240400331524084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/randon-ryan-motion.html' title='random Ryan motion'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-8051066420737689089</id><published>2007-06-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T01:19:13.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It goes by the name of Three...</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pinky (in Form 4 and 5 =.=)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ryanbutanana (in NUS)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ryan (long story :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: &lt;br /&gt;1. my calves&lt;br /&gt;2. stamina ( not the best but can safely say better than most :) )&lt;br /&gt;3. er..my flab. when i am bored, i stomp and see hw it bounces. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. chinese&lt;br /&gt;2. teochew porridge XD&lt;br /&gt;3. kluangite mandarin.(居銮华语)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU CAN'T STAND:&lt;br /&gt;1. no exercise for more than 3 days&lt;br /&gt;2. couldnt pat myself on the back and say that i have really tried my best&lt;br /&gt;3. unfunny sarcasm (which can be detected from tone,language used,the look in their eyes....etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Losing my love ones&lt;br /&gt;2. empty wallets&lt;br /&gt;3. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SHOWS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;2. Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;3. Dexter's Lab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE JAPANESE ANIMES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ah! My Goddess (kiddy anime =.=)&lt;br /&gt;2. Kindaichi&lt;br /&gt;3. ?.. don't really watch any. even if I did, I don't remember the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONGS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Beautiful World by Jeremy Camp&lt;br /&gt;2. You Are Awesome in this place by Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;3. Basketcase by Green Day ( old sch Green Day nicer than new ones! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU CAN WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN:&lt;br /&gt;1. Armageddon&lt;br /&gt;2. Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;3. er..Toy Story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MOVIES YOU WOULD LIKE TO WATCH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Oceans13&lt;br /&gt;2. Transformers&lt;br /&gt;3. Fantastic Four: Silver Surfer ( or anything with Jessie Alba in it :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. online-ing&lt;br /&gt;2. moderate exercise (like so painstakingly moving my eyeballs when watching football   &lt;br /&gt;   on TV)&lt;br /&gt;3. watching football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. red shirt&lt;br /&gt;2. flowery shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fun&lt;br /&gt;2. Tolerance&lt;br /&gt;3. understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE GENDER THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. sweet smile (with eyes that smile too)&lt;br /&gt;2. fair skin&lt;br /&gt;3. straight hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE BAD HABITS:&lt;br /&gt;1. shaking leg =.=&lt;br /&gt;2. lazy arse (nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;3. eating habits..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. online-ing (chatting,forum-ing)&lt;br /&gt;2. read magazines (cars,architecture,interior design)&lt;br /&gt;3. futsal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. futsal&lt;br /&gt;2. run properly (left leg pain now T_T)&lt;br /&gt;3. eat maggi mee..chicken flavoured one...with egg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING OR CURRENTLY PURSUING:&lt;br /&gt;1. Oil Rig Engineer, Mech department (magnificent oil rigs)&lt;br /&gt;2. Certified Financial Analyst. Plan to take Computational Methods in Basic Finance      &lt;br /&gt;   next sem :P Plan to take the CFA postgrad test in the future.&lt;br /&gt;3. Businessman. The feeling of seeing a factory/plant/enterprise running smoothly       &lt;br /&gt;   with many people is exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Manhattan,New York (got Gotham Steakhouse!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Paris..Eiffel tower and the Champs Elysses are damn cool&lt;br /&gt;3. Tokyo..got Jap girls lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KIDS' NAMES YOU LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Clifford (sounds old? :S)&lt;br /&gt;2. Pamela (NOT Anderson)&lt;br /&gt;3. Hannah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Have a great family.(imagines Peter Stuyvesant TV advert...)&lt;br /&gt;2. Build my own villa,with nice landscaping and interior design..&lt;br /&gt;3. To have lived a life without regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GUY (or girl):&lt;br /&gt;1. tends to step on the throttle a tad too much&lt;br /&gt;2. glutton XD&lt;br /&gt;3. loves cars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INITIALS OF THREE CRUSHES:&lt;br /&gt;1. A (Apple)&lt;br /&gt;2. O (Orange)&lt;br /&gt;3. L (Lemon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU TAG TO DO THE SURVEY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Chubs (update bloggie pls!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;2. Syen &lt;br /&gt;3. Rach (u got hols so got time.. lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8051066420737689089?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8051066420737689089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8051066420737689089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8051066420737689089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8051066420737689089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-goes-by-name-of-three.html' title='It goes by the name of Three...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-239739362049236263</id><published>2007-06-07T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:57:40.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arguments...incessant one</title><content type='html'>Ryan: fun&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;u go genting b4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: lol&lt;br /&gt;u will know hw rich lim goh tong is..when u go inside the casinos&lt;br /&gt;samo he got plantation company&lt;br /&gt;star cruise&lt;br /&gt;develop house&lt;br /&gt;printing factory&lt;br /&gt;electric generating investments&lt;br /&gt;and 5 other casinos outside msia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: he gt 5 casinos outside msia??&lt;br /&gt;where??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: yeah..uk..aus..macau..and somewhere in europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: adding on 1 to singapore liao...lolz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: yeah&lt;br /&gt;impossible to be bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: bullshit..&lt;br /&gt;there is no one in the world impossible to bankrupt 1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: even if he all casino down..he still got so many things to back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: even bill gates can go bankrupt..&lt;br /&gt;easily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: cos bill gates investment not varied&lt;br /&gt;only windows&lt;br /&gt;the star cruise ship..one duno hw many hundred millions ringgit&lt;br /&gt;samo he got a few ships =.=&lt;br /&gt;if i take one of his ship, sell than make money i enuff dy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: tsunami all ships sink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: ...&lt;br /&gt;i tink these ppl got forecast one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: genting landslide&lt;br /&gt;cable car broken&lt;br /&gt;all dead then all sue him at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: then hotel fire....&lt;br /&gt;all dead and sue him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: erm he takes great measures to ensure that doesnt happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: casino kena burned down by ppl who lost alot of $&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: go security one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: if the guy lost 1 million...u think he would wanna spend 100K to burn down the casino??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: i tink he give money to gangster&lt;br /&gt;so that they dun come here disturb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: u think 100K enough to kill all security??&lt;br /&gt;so wat..&lt;br /&gt;gangster dun disturb but ppl lose $$ mah..&lt;br /&gt;then sure v angry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: zzz wont one la =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: then burn down hotel and casino..&lt;br /&gt;adn then he have to pay ppl...&lt;br /&gt;tourist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: ppl go genting lose money normally nt angry..is sad&lt;br /&gt;then at most jus go jump building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: then macao got typhoon&lt;br /&gt;then the casino destroyed by typhoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: lol&lt;br /&gt;insurance ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: so wat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: y u keep arguing&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;until sound so beh syok&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SiewYik: if all of his customer sue him at the same time...i bet he wont have enough $ to employ so many lawyers&lt;br /&gt;even he win those cases....the cases drag for few years&lt;br /&gt;and then he will have no biz for few years&lt;br /&gt;sumore have to pay all lawyers&lt;br /&gt;then sure bankrupt&lt;br /&gt;the same happens to bill gates..&lt;br /&gt;if all windows user..every single windows user sue him at the same time..&lt;br /&gt;he wont have enough $ to employ lawyer&lt;br /&gt;and lawyer dun wanna work for him..&lt;br /&gt;coz lawyer uses windows too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: oi&lt;br /&gt;u know that aint gonna happen jus u say like that&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siewyik! zzz.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;if only you could be more persistent about going to class! haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-239739362049236263?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-1473308911443026027</id><published>2007-06-04T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:19:47.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42 random questions =.=</title><content type='html'>1.Where were you 1 hour ago?&lt;br /&gt;~ came back from town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How close does your nearest friend&lt;br /&gt;live?&lt;br /&gt;~just next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.When was the last time you went to&lt;br /&gt;the mall?&lt;br /&gt;~ just now. if a 3 storey plaza with around 40 shops and a smoke filled arcade is called a mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Are you wearing socks right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.When was the last time you went out&lt;br /&gt;of town?&lt;br /&gt;~the day before yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Have you been to the movies in the&lt;br /&gt;last 5 days?&lt;br /&gt;~nope...the truths are always sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What was the last thing you had to&lt;br /&gt;drink?&lt;br /&gt;~ h20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Describe what you're wearing right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;~red shirt, with flowery shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What was your last purchase?&lt;br /&gt;~ milo and buns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Lastfood you ate?&lt;br /&gt;~ veggie savoury rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Who was the last person you talked&lt;br /&gt;to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;~ dad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Have you purchased any clothing in&lt;br /&gt;the last week?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;~ does pet peeves count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is your favorite class?&lt;br /&gt;~ erm...maths? altho I kinda suck at it. OK lah , not too much actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you could be anywhere right&lt;br /&gt;now, where would you be?&lt;br /&gt;~ in KL with 5B gang. miss u people T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is the last thing you&lt;br /&gt;purchased online?&lt;br /&gt;~ nevah, evah buy anything online!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.How old are your parents?&lt;br /&gt;~ ask me if you really wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What's your favorite soup?&lt;br /&gt;~ cabbage soup...lotus root soup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah, my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What was the last play you saw?&lt;br /&gt;~ KE7 Hall Play..cant remember the name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What were/are your plans for the&lt;br /&gt;day?&lt;br /&gt;~ nothing much...foruming =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Who is the last person you messaged&lt;br /&gt;on friendster?&lt;br /&gt;~ mister liew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Ever gone to camp?&lt;br /&gt;~ nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.DO YOU HAVE A TAN?&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah, my name is Tan Ping Yi. So, yeah lo i have a Tan. with a capital T X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.How old do you want to be when you&lt;br /&gt;have kids?&lt;br /&gt;~ when I am financially ready to set up a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Do you collect anything?&lt;br /&gt;~nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you have any tattoos or&lt;br /&gt;piercings?&lt;br /&gt;~no..i am a good kid.. *puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Have you ever drank your soda from&lt;br /&gt;a straw?&lt;br /&gt;~ sure la walau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.How do you like your soda?&lt;br /&gt;~ as long as its tastes like soda..real soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Do you like hot sauce?&lt;br /&gt;~ok ok lo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Last time you took a shower?&lt;br /&gt;~ just now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Do you like penguins?&lt;br /&gt;~ I like their offsprings more. Super cute XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.What is your mood?&lt;br /&gt;~ good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Are you someone's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;~i shud say...yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.What's the last TV show you watched?&lt;br /&gt;~ some show on Discovery Health and Living..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-1473308911443026027?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1473308911443026027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=1473308911443026027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1473308911443026027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1473308911443026027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/42-random-questions.html' title='42 random questions =.='/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4700275332487312976</id><published>2007-06-01T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:23:00.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>怎么这样子？</title><content type='html'>我也不记得我怎么认识了你，我想应该是去年的八九月吧．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也不知道我们之间会变成这样样子．　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当初我会爱上你，也也没有个绝对的原因．我就是对你有感觉．　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后我发觉了你的好．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的可爱　你的做风　你的陶气　你忠诚的友谊　你的弱点　你的声音&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的笑容　你的陪伴．．让我觉得好舒服　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我看见你生病时，我的心含的是对你的爱，对你的关心，感觉的是一阵阵的刺痛．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;渐渐的，我们得更要好．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我，也只能站在一旁，看着你对别的男子亲热．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我，也不能做什么．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不敢向你表白．．．我怕我们之间的友谊受损，因为我认为你是一为好特别的女生朋友．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;渐渐的我对你的爱与日渐深．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我厜入爱河，难以自拔．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以前我只能对我心仪的对象说我＂喜欢你＂　但我敢拍着胸口大喊＂爱你＂．．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论我们之间会有怎样的结局我还是会对你说谢谢，因为是你，教了我如何的去爱一个人，包容她的弱点．&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我默默祷告一切将会有因有的结局．&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4700275332487312976?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4700275332487312976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4700275332487312976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4700275332487312976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4700275332487312976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='怎么这样子？'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6624510687102301728</id><published>2007-06-01T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:01:16.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly written.....</title><content type='html'>....Have been listening to Jamie Cullum these few days. Feel that his music is really light and easy. The beat is really fantastic! One particular song, "Mind Trick" always makes me wanna grooooooooooove to the beat. Jamie, you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played pool with buddies yesterday night, Yahoo! pool that is. Took me quite some time to figure out how to play. Why am i so blur? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been going out quite a lot too. In fact I met up with primary school friends, Form 5 friends, Form 6 friends.. realised that many of them changed a lot, some of thm have become pregnant with children already, a few of them are married already, a few of them not studying anymore. Well, there is also this prevalent trend, that is as time goes by, the group of friends we always hang out with currently have the most things in common with ourselves. Despite our differences, I have frens that r still willing to meet up for a cuppa tea and even dinner.... Which can't be a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about my diet regime? Have been exercising in this trend: 2 days, then rest one day, then 2 days, then rest... it doesnt seem to be so effective. Could it be hiking Gunung Lambak is more effective for me? Could it be that swimming is the best for me? Diet wise I have cut down on the amount of rice in my meals, only have the odd supper once in a while. Have been eating a lotta apples also..in case you guys didnt know, I am a sucker for apples. Red apples, with the skin on. I dunno why I almost never touch them in NUS. =.= I might cease eating apples...if only my family doctor is hot. only lost about 2 kilos max. =.= time to buck up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been posting a lot in the MSL forum lately too. However sometimes I do get a tad annoyed by some of the questions that freshies ask. I mean, some of them should take the initiative and ask the relevant authorities about the very very minute (and most of the time minor) details that they wanna know about. Well, I just have to remind myself I was once like them, who didnt know anything upon setting foot in a foreign land. For most of the cases, I could comprehend their situation as I was once like them before. But my policy remains the same: help them whenever they need help. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove a lot this holiday. Drove during the trip and also drove to JB, this weekend might be driving again to Kota Tinggi, to attend my cousin's wedding. I havent seen most of them actually..it would be nice to see how they are. Stomach gotta get bloated again...heh. I wish to have a car in Singapore..to drive myself around the island. Would be pretty cool to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a documentary about Einstein..it really showcases what great things mankind can discover. Taught me about the struggles that these people actually went through, their determined belief in the things that they thought they saw, and their sheer willpower and concentration to do so. It was said that Einstein could sit down for days solving complex mathematical problems, sometimes forgetting his meals (which is something I certainly would not do) driven by his passion and instinct that what he believes is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to futsal later at 1030pm. Kinda odd time for futsal but hey, its hols and I am supposed to enjoy myself. After taking a break yesterday, it is time to sweat profusely. A friend of mine, an ardent badminton player who got tall by hitting shuttlecocks played futsal for the first time and he says that futsal is far more tiring than badminton. I can lose many litres of fluid as my heart pumps fast as I literally run non stop for an hour. It is indeed demanding physically as good leg strength is also needed to kick the ball hard. So guys, play futsal for a good workout. I am trying to promote the game here. LOL. Might post a few pics of the futsal court in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna swt, not =.="" , but ... yeah, sweat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6624510687102301728?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6624510687102301728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6624510687102301728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6624510687102301728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6624510687102301728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/06/randomly-written.html' title='Randomly written.....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2075535309457817501</id><published>2007-05-29T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T04:15:36.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A long overdue blog update... *wipes the dust off my blog*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been reading up on conspiracy theories these few days, i.e things such as people claiming that the 9/11 incident was planned and the US didnt do anything about it and that the lunar landing by man is the century's biggest hoax. I dont really know whether there is anything wrong in reading all these stuff, or whether is it wasting my time (which is in ample abundance anyway), but it all seems interesting to me and kinda logical and convincing when you trace and piece up all the clues presented by the "conspiracists" (at least thats how I call them) one by one and think carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been going on a diet and exercise plan since I came back from KL. Ran 6km the day before the day before, jogged (again) 4km + 80 situps the next. My back is a bit sore from running and doing sit ups. Maybe I should start swimming now. My swimming mate, Kong isnt back from UK yet until 21st of June. It is one of the reasons I suddenly feel unmotivated to go swimming, sometimes even to the point of loathing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised my previous 2 paragraphs started with "have been". it wasnt planned, honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thee is a funfair in my hometown. Yeah, in this little quaint hometown of mine. They come annually every CNY but they are here this time of the year. Went there with friends just now. In the end we didnt went for any of the rides or played any of the games there. The ferris wheel was creaking. Many parts were rusting. And all of a sudden merry go rounds, bumper cars look and sound so toddlish to us. A few years ago it was childish. But this year it is toddlish. Cos I am 20 ady maybe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been feeling SO SO SO lazy these few days. I am so lazy that I dun even want to put the V for Vendetta DVD into the player to watch it. Lets see if any of you guys can top my laziness. I know one gal is gonna beat me in this; she slept until 5pm in the afternoon. ( I know you will read this! :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is 4:14am now,I better go doze or else dont have the energy and right mind to swim tomorrow. The pair of new swimming trunks WILL take its maiden hug of my thighs and ass and .. you-know-what. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2075535309457817501?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2075535309457817501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2075535309457817501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2075535309457817501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2075535309457817501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-overdue-blog-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-5993159305348632928</id><published>2007-05-13T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:45:25.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIBUTE..</title><content type='html'>For 9 months, u beared the pain and agony of childbearing, so willingly, just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years u took care of my needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From when i was a newborn child, to a toddler, to a kid, to a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was a kid and i was sick, u were the one who took care of me and nursed me to health without complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fateful day I knew that you had cancer, an arrow pierced into my heart. You and dad even tried not to let me know about it. I ran into the toilet, tried to hold back my tears but couldnt do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a possibility that all this was caused by years and years of working and toiling for the family. The fatigue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, the rough hands from washing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late nights you stayed up ironing the clothes for the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped out in the daily household chores, but still, the things you did were a thousand times more than what i did. Yeah, over all the years, that certainly is not exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life away from home taught me an made me realise how wonderful mothers are, not only you, mummy, but the same goes for other mums in this world, for what they have done for their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I thanked Him for placing all the people in my life, an important part of moulding me into what I am today, with His pair of loving hands, mum, I thought of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the mummies (not of the Egyptian and in tomb variety XD), HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5993159305348632928?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5993159305348632928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=5993159305348632928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5993159305348632928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5993159305348632928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-9-months-u-beared-pain-and-agony-of.html' title='TRIBUTE..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-5053700643467181189</id><published>2007-05-13T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:19:56.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey gang,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;I really do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5053700643467181189?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5053700643467181189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=5053700643467181189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5053700643467181189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5053700643467181189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-gang-i-miss-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6912938415215065616</id><published>2007-05-07T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T00:01:51.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>reflections and happenings @ H.O.M.E ...</title><content type='html'>Met up with johwyn and wei chuan after quite some time. went to the flats for yam cha session. was interesting to hear what johwyn says about everything under the sun. talked about singapore, talked about malaysia, talked about people we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The projection TV at the yam cha place never fails to show the audience and lights up the place with an indescribable atmosphere. It seems like the projection tv had been there since a million years ago. Saw 3 kids, two boys and a girl about the age of 4 to 5 arranging chairs for themselves and sat themselves in front of the TV. They grabbed each other, giggled, laughed and frolicked around with each other, toddlish behaviour nonetheless, innocent to romantic love. Just at that moment, I thought to myself quietly, how nice would it be, if I had a DSLR to capture and encapsule the scenes in the eternal and never failing memory of still images. Plus an effect of black and white would make the pictures look extra meaningful and nostalgic. I guess everyone has a photographer in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went jogging this afternoon. Sun was blazingly hot but I still had enough willpower to lift up my butt from the chair, put on my jogging shoes and drove myself to Taman Tasik, the traditional site for Kluangite joggers. The stamina that I used to have in relative abundance has deserted me somewhat, but thankfully not completely. I find running a full length of the circuit harder; used to run about 4 rounds but only managed to run 1 .5 rounds today. Why? Because i LOST MY CARKEYS when I was jogging. Didnt know that the old Adidas shorts I was wearing had a small hole in the pockets. The car keys had nothing attached to them and I couldnt hear its jingle as it slipped out of my pocket. I discovered what had happened when I was in the toilet; hands felt my poclets but to my horror nothing was in there. NOTHING. My heart was really trodding on its toes then, as I ran another half a round and examined the floor for the presence of the car keys. I gave up soon afterwards as I couldnt find it. A good samaritan was on a motorcycle and volunteered to help me find by riding along the full length of the circuit. I waited and hoped for good news that he would being the car keys back. NOTHING. Thank God I met my form 6 teacher and pinjam his handphone to call back home and tell dad about the news, and phoned Wei Chuan and asked for his favour to take the spare keys from my dad. Everything turned out all right in the end. Thankfully. (a thing to note: the fella that help me find the keys on a motorbike was an indian. when he asked me "cari apa?" i replied "kunci kereta..". On hindsight, kunci means manhood in Tamil. I wondered if he did snigger quietly to himself when i said kunci. heh..then he rode one round in his bike to help me find (my) kunci. Then cannot find (my) kunci. Samo i told him got 2 kunci. Go figure. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took dad to the clinic after he discovered blood oozed from the operation wound. The operation has made my dad skinny, perhaps a sign of old age and that the healing of a massive wound saps too much energy out from my dad. The wound was sewed together by the delicate hands of the surgeon, and it grazed three quarters of his anterior. I guess a gash as deep as that would take quite some time to heal. I shuddered a bit as dad described the operation process to me and pictures floated into my mind. lets just say that I pictured a massive cleaver ploughed into the middle of his chest and then drawn downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for the day. A day of laughs, of logic, of reminiscence, of reminder of God, of many thoughts, of fun and of catching up with people dear to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6912938415215065616?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6912938415215065616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6912938415215065616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6912938415215065616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6912938415215065616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/05/reflections-and-happenings-home.html' title='reflections and happenings @ H.O.M.E ...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4867600664010979189</id><published>2007-05-06T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T03:16:13.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time..</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was a guy, boy meets girl, girl meets boy, boy loves the girl dearly, he couldnt bear to see the day when some other guy hold that girl's hand, but he couldnt muster up enough courage to let her know, because he had felt the terrible pain of rejection by other girls in the past before, which might be the main reason why that guy tends to trot too carefully and think too much along the path of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be the best boyfriend to this girl that he loves so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to be someone whom the girl can talk to, 24/7/365.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cares for the girl, altho he doesnt show it, because he is too shy to do so, and once again, could be related to the fact that he has tasted the bitter pill of rejection before and dare not risk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also misses the girl, and wants to see her every day, and thought of her before and after he sleeps. He dreams about her in his sleep,but the next day when he wakes up,he feels that the dream is so real to him, and yet it always seems like a dream unreachable when he thinks about it for the third or fourth time due to many circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always realises the girl is the one that he wants to be side-by-side with, even though he knows her weaknesses and imperfections, yet he still overlook them and loves her, and asks himself, do i really like this girl? His heart answers a resounding yes, everytime he queries himself, time after time, month after month. and everytime this happens, it only serves as a reminder to him that he is truly lucky to meet a girl like her, and he smiles to himself sweetly in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of dropping hints to her that he likes her, but then, wary of the fact that she knows about it and will start to avoid him because of one feeling: awkwardness. Yet, he thinks that (sometimes) telling her might be the better option, rather than letting this drag on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of all the romantic ways to convey the message of adoration and admiration for her to her, but then everytime he abandons the idea because he knows that life isnt a drama, where those romantic ways always would work like a charm. Everytime reality strikes him, he recoils back from what he is about to do, planned or unplanned, impulsive or after consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*--goes off to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be hard for me to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4867600664010979189?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4867600664010979189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4867600664010979189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4867600664010979189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4867600664010979189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/05/once-upon-time-there-was-guy-who-loved.html' title='Once upon a time..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2366810165166296671</id><published>2007-05-04T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:11:24.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could not have asked for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so glad i met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2366810165166296671?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2366810165166296671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2366810165166296671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2366810165166296671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2366810165166296671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/05/perfect-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-5427581415473333540</id><published>2007-05-03T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T10:06:14.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Yoo kena spanked by AC Milan T_T</title><content type='html'>Kaka 11th minute... *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/u53QBNU6ltxqJdep2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/u53QBNU6ltxqJdep2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1vlcw_ac-milan-1-0-man-utd-kaka"&gt;AC Milan 1 - 0 Man Utd - Kaka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/FootballHeaven"&gt;FootballHeaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seedorf 30th minute.... *sob sob sobbbbbbb*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/27iR3SiLMzyugdeuL"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/27iR3SiLMzyugdeuL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1vlmr_ac-milan-2-0-man-utd-seedorf"&gt;AC Milan 2 - 0 Man Utd - Seedorf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/FootballHeaven"&gt;FootballHeaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilardino 78th minute... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/4Fe0wS5soRFZpdeLo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/4Fe0wS5soRFZpdeLo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1vmfe_ac-milan-3-0-man-utd-gilardino"&gt;AC Milan 3 - 0 Man Utd - Gilardino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/FootballHeaven"&gt;FootballHeaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL SCORE: AC 3-0 MANYOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ManYoo didnt take their chances, Ronaldo didnt rise up to the occasion...Rooney went eating doughnuts...Kaka let ManYoo eat their boots... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post match celebrations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/luqsyU3rQpy0ddeS7"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/luqsyU3rQpy0ddeS7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1vmqz_post-ac-milan-v-man-utd-celebration"&gt;Post AC Milan v Man Utd Celebrations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/FootballHeaven"&gt;FootballHeaven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...ManYoo left dejected...Fergie left sad...Hope this doesnt contribute to the aggravation of the Fergie's heart condition. But on a night where quality and concentration were keys to success, ManYoo came up short..didnt perform as they could. After the devastation of Roma, everyone thought they were really up for it this season, but the experience of AC came up trumps tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well thats football for you. Like life, disappointment come and go..the ball(s) is (are) round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, lets hope there will be another epic final like the 3-3 scoreline  2 year ago..at least that would life the spirits of "neutrals" like me for the final...something inside me tells me supporting Liverpool is the right thing to do this time XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5427581415473333540?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5427581415473333540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=5427581415473333540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5427581415473333540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5427581415473333540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/05/man-yoo-kena-spanked-by-ac-milan-tt.html' title='Man Yoo kena spanked by AC Milan T_T'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2449334762969085787</id><published>2007-04-29T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:36:09.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i love Man Yoo</title><content type='html'>simple reasons. note that i am not one of those fair weather fans, but i supported this team through all their years of lack of success on the pitch, especially during the 2002 to 2005 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comebacks that have thrilled me so throughout the years i decided too support them.&lt;br /&gt;*Bayern 1-2 Man United (98/99,2 goals in the last 2 minutes of injury time to win the European Cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Juventus 2-3 Man United (98/99, 2-0 down inside 12 minutes, pegged Juventus back to 2-2 at half time, then managaed to get the winning third goal through Andy Cole. And they were on their way to Barcelona. One of the greatest performances by a United team in recent years.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tottenham 3-5 Man United (3-0 down at half time, away from home, then scored 5 in the second half as they overpowered Tottenham..a performance of epic proportions, although they didnt win anything that year(if i am not mistaken) .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Everton 2-4 Man United (yesterday. 2-0 down at half time, managed to fightback in the second half...4 big goals. simply amazing fighting spirit and winning desire.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also performances that just blew your mind.&lt;br /&gt;*Man United 7-1 Roma (an attacking performance on a night when everything the United team touched turn into gold/goal. A night when United stake their claim as real challengers of the title, when they struck fear into every potential opponent's heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and also the narrow 1-0 wins over their greatest rivals...i dont know why, but United come out of these ties mostly with favourable results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Man United 3-2 AC Milan (without the quartet of first choice defenders, United conceded 2 goals but still managed to win the difficult tie against one of the top Italian sides with the magnificent Kaka. The brilliance of Rooney saved ManYoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Man United 3-4 Real Madrid. (they lost this match, but what was really impressive was the fact that they really went down fighting, the desitre of David Beckham to help Man Yoo as he came on as a substitute, and could have so easily won the tie if not for the big Brazillian Ronaldo, who helped himself to a big hattrick on that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i supported the Red Devils ever since i started watching football, about 8 years ago. the times of joy and elation that they brought me over these years has been nothing short of fantastic. and I am happy for them this season as they ae still keeping the Treble dream alive by grinding out performances from their gifted but tired legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go on fighting Man Yoo, the lads will win at least 2 trophies this season! Hopefully!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2449334762969085787?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2449334762969085787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2449334762969085787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2449334762969085787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2449334762969085787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-i-love-man-yoo.html' title='why do i love Man Yoo'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-681334478155609254</id><published>2007-04-28T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T12:08:54.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the times..</title><content type='html'>20-I stare blankly at the question paper..not knowing how to do and how to start even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-I look at that someone and wished that she was mine but in the end I discovered that I am just another one of the long line of normal guys attracted to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-I look at that someone and just wanted to tell her how I feel about her but unsure of whats gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-I slugged myself out and get grades that are oh-so-disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-I called back to home just to find out of everyone is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-I met with failures and I was the one who picked myself up from the dust and from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18/19/20-I suffered injury when I was having fun on the football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-I mourn at the death of my uncle and my grandparents and my neighbour..in fact I am beginning to be numb toward emotions at funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/20-I await the results of my mum's latest CT Scan anxiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have become accustomed to all these..I would be even if I am not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the mental strength that comes with years of experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-681334478155609254?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/681334478155609254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=681334478155609254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/681334478155609254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/681334478155609254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/times.html' title='the times..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-3219222032030607893</id><published>2007-04-24T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:54:43.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflections</title><content type='html'>with every passing paper, i realise that He is always in control, and that He gives me the peace at heart I need to overcome nervousness before entering the exam hall. The times that I have screwed up or did silly and careless mistakes only serves to remind and make me realise not to trust only on myself but that everything is in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad has returned home from operation and is resting well at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis just started her new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my studies will be better than last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of great people around me in NUS. Or else life here will definitely be a shitpile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to happiness is to look at things from a positive view .. things could have been worse. That has definitely put me on a lighter mood for the whole sem as compared to the last one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-3219222032030607893?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3219222032030607893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=3219222032030607893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3219222032030607893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3219222032030607893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/reflections.html' title='reflections'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8179940372074738714</id><published>2007-04-20T03:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T03:08:27.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Yoo 4-1 Watford</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lx8Y5uZLm6Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lx8Y5uZLm6Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simply scintillating!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8179940372074738714?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8179940372074738714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8179940372074738714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8179940372074738714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8179940372074738714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-yoo-4-1-watford.html' title='Man Yoo 4-1 Watford'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7519594813392622593</id><published>2007-04-20T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:45:55.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at times i am just prompted to say heartfelt thanks to the people around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7519594813392622593?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7519594813392622593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7519594813392622593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7519594813392622593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7519594813392622593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-times-i-am-just-prompted-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7606559418623519869</id><published>2007-04-16T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T03:25:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>313am</title><content type='html'>If I am a human, you are like a leaf in the river, sitting on the water, flowing away from me while I am just a bystander. I tried to catch you with open arms but you continue to flow with the stream of water that I simply could not keep up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a small tree, I tried and attempted to be the tall tree of the canopies above that shelters you, giving you the space necessary to grow but not suffocating you by depriving you of your sunlight, but you are like the rebellious leaf that refuses to stay attached to its stalk and continues to be blown away from me, while I am just a stationary tree, wanting to shelter you through the challenges that are thrown upon us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you back with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care about you, I sincerely love you, it is just that I dun have the guts to show it out,the debate still rages on in my mind whether to tell you,for fear of spoiling the great relationship between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not far away from each other but also rather close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot ask you to come back to me as you are blown away by the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You continue to be blown by the wind, directions undefined, unpredictable and I cannot catch you like I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not depressed...I am jus thinking of what might have been between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it gonna happen some day? I really hope you will give me subtle hints that are obvious only to me. No matter if its gonna happen onot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear Father in Heaven,I pray that wisdom in handling this delicate situation shall be brought upon me by You and through You, please be the shining light that shows and guides me the way out of all these worries, Lord.. I am surrendering my fate all to You...everything is in Your hands Lord..In Your most Holy Name, Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7606559418623519869?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7606559418623519869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7606559418623519869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/313am.html' title='313am'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-5876357586685049452</id><published>2007-04-11T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T17:23:44.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAMPANT UNITED TORE THE GIALLOROSSI APART!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWB5qffUNJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWB5qffUNJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Utd 7-1 Roma, a performance of the highest accolade, of all superlatives. They tore the Italians apart and made them eat British beef pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5876357586685049452?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5876357586685049452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=5876357586685049452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5876357586685049452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5876357586685049452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/rampant-united-tore-giallorossi-apart.html' title='RAMPANT UNITED TORE THE GIALLOROSSI APART!!'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4101617296228877123</id><published>2007-04-11T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T10:07:41.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post injury..</title><content type='html'>..just in case my sprained ankle is not publicised well enough, here it is to remind you. Sprained ankle makes me cannot walk. Very painful especially when pressure is put on the heels. I wonder when it will heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you peeps, for the care and concern. thanks chuin for going out of his way for me. thanks syen for lightening up the mood with a damn funny convo..thanks james for coming to visit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if they say friends arent everything, well i would say friends are definitely a big something in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4101617296228877123?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4101617296228877123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4101617296228877123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4101617296228877123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4101617296228877123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/post-injury.html' title='post injury..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2825329405926592723</id><published>2007-04-10T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:42:12.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me.</title><content type='html'>Name one person who made you smile last night.&lt;br /&gt;Rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. I am supposed to wake up at 11. nw only 1029. swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;sleeping :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was something that happened to you in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;discovering God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;bye bye to James ... last nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many different things did you drink today?&lt;br /&gt;water and cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;does it mean comb? if it is, then white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;Subway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;In the library...mugging has started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;light pink.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;some in a box in my drawer, some on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;I reckon its either gonna be blazing hot or raining cows and pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best ice cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;erm...erm..pecan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you are excited about?&lt;br /&gt;nothing really much...got classes later. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Not at the moment. Just cut not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Not an uncle yet. (But time sure is cruel.. I'm no longer illegal..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch The O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;Not much I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;Totally depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “A”:&lt;br /&gt;Alan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter “K”:&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the 1st person on your received calls list?&lt;br /&gt;William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;by suang yong, enquiring about his cash card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. I know it is not the best looking sight in the world. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;extremely slight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the next place you’re going?&lt;br /&gt;E1-06-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Subway...roasted beef sandwich lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is marriage in your future?&lt;br /&gt;If everything goes well, yeah. Dun see any reason not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best movie you’ve seen in the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;erm...i dun watch many movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;Nop.. =.= =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you answer and post this?&lt;br /&gt;saw this on someone's blog n decided to do it to pass some time. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2825329405926592723?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2825329405926592723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2825329405926592723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2825329405926592723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2825329405926592723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/about-me.html' title='About me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8039108820440136100</id><published>2007-04-09T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:34:39.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uguuing thru gtalk/what happens when 2 nuts get together</title><content type='html'>JaMeS: &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;erm which part u mean to memorize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;br /&gt;havn see the notes yet&lt;br /&gt;nw seeing ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS: &lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;i do for u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;br /&gt;do wut&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS: &lt;br /&gt;** **&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; --&lt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; --&lt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; --&lt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; --&lt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS: &lt;br /&gt;swt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; --&lt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; --&lt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS: &lt;br /&gt;muz do animation one&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;--&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loop 100x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS: &lt;br /&gt;swt&lt;br /&gt;gtalk takes in my spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;br /&gt;damn funny lah u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS: &lt;br /&gt;lousy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: &lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8039108820440136100?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8039108820440136100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8039108820440136100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8039108820440136100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8039108820440136100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/uguuing-thru-gtalkwhat-happens-when-2.html' title='uguuing thru gtalk/what happens when 2 nuts get together'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-1705215246724794742</id><published>2007-04-08T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:23:34.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the..</title><content type='html'>..stakes that accompany failure and rejection is too high, I tend to bottle up my feelings in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-1705215246724794742?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1705215246724794742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=1705215246724794742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1705215246724794742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1705215246724794742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/when.html' title='when the..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7625705037363473628</id><published>2007-04-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:34:13.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours is the Kingdom</title><content type='html'>Yours is the kingdom and the power, and the glory forever is yours. Heaven and earth bow down in the wonder of your name. Heaven is open, deathis broken, and the glory forever is yours. Nothing can overcome, the Power of your name, King above Kings, all the universe will sing. Everlasting God, you are wonderful, you are wonderful and the shourt of the earth will be your praise, God forever and the light unto all, will be your wonderful name. For the glory Lord is yours, God forever all the glory is yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7625705037363473628?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7625705037363473628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7625705037363473628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7625705037363473628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7625705037363473628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/yours-is-kingdom.html' title='Yours is the Kingdom'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-1317671025328425656</id><published>2007-04-08T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T02:13:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>Kinda surprised yesterday night that my eldest sis told me that she would be in Singapore for today and askin me out for dinner tonight. She was together with her boyfriend. At first I was a little bit hesitant. But then I thought what the hell, its a chance to meet someone that my family were talking about and I hadnt had the chance to meet him in person. So, out I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue was to be at Crystal Jade at Suntec. His name is Boon. Sporting a tall and meaty stature, he cuts a big figure and he looks well dressed. His handshake is firm and warm. The dinner went OK and I find that he is a nice chap to talk with. Apparently he was shopping for some working clothes. Considering his background (comes from a well-to-do and well educated family, studied in UK, Canada and Singapore before), it is no wonder that he speaks with an accent. However, he also speaks "lah", and "lidat" which sounds kinda funny in a foreign accent. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after dinner, just after we parted ways and I was waiting for the bus at the Nicoll Highway bus stop, mum called me and ask me in a concerned tone "how do you think abt him?" i was like =.= .. I told her what I thought about him, and she sounded kinda happy and agreeing. LOL. The things that a mum could do for her children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jus got sms that tomorrow football cancelled. bah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calculator still dead. cannot do EE practice. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-1317671025328425656?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/1317671025328425656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=1317671025328425656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1317671025328425656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/1317671025328425656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8335568978126558374</id><published>2007-04-07T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:38:45.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saw new vaio laptops with vista in it XD. the windows vista interface looks damn nice sia. like apple lidat. wanna reformat and upgrade computer this hols.....a few reasons why i wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. if anyhow the chip in my laptop is gonna be outdated, its the ram that keeps it goin strong. wonderingwhether to upgrade it to 1.5G or 2G, depending on the RAM slot configuration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. thinking of upgrading to windows vista too. that is after i upgrade the RAM 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. laptop seriously needs reformatting. its getting kinda laggish with every passing month. then i alspo hurt evey month. ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went orchard with friends yesterday, had a good time laughing and joking ard with all of them..lol. it makes me ponder about the significance of the statement that its not about the place you go, its about the company,the gang of people you are with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i made that statement up....or i plagiarised it from some sources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least my EG1413 tutor cannot penalise me over this. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8335568978126558374?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8335568978126558374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8335568978126558374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8335568978126558374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8335568978126558374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/saw-new-laptops-with-vaio.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8770911163799361068</id><published>2007-04-05T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:54:26.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>health screening review</title><content type='html'>There was a free health screening for the public at the Central Forum today. I wanted to get a battery for my calculator (it died T_T) and happen to see it (who didnt see it? there are like 10 tables there )...it is free, so decided to have a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some details from my health report,listed in order. and no it doesnt contain anything gory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my BMI is 27.1. Height 1.74m, weight 81kg.....81!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!oneoneone111!! thats a bloody EIGHTY ONE kilos...dammit. the scale at home told me i was 78kg weh...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. waist to hip ratio: 0.82...waist 86cm...hip 105cm...which is in the healthy range of below 1.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. body fat analysis: 24.7%.....24.7!!!!!!!!oneoneone!~!! thats like a whole quarter of me is fulla fat....sigh...must have been the snacks...&lt;20 href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Systole_%28medicine%29"&gt;systolic reading while 59 is for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diastolic"&gt;diastolic&lt;/a&gt; reading.&lt;br /&gt;118 is ok as it is below 120, but for the diastolic one I ama bit on the low side. (should be &gt;60mmHg).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. my urinalysis came out ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. random blood total cholestrol is &lt;150mg/dl, which is good (&lt;200).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Random blood glucose is 121mg/dl....also good (&lt;140).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt kinda funny during the test tho...someone actually wants my urine..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna stick this on my board when i am still in Singapore...then bring the report back to Malaysia...and stick it beside my bed to remind me of the task at hand..to bring my weight down...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8770911163799361068?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8770911163799361068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8770911163799361068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8770911163799361068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8770911163799361068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/health-screening-review.html' title='health screening review'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6487824995984023775</id><published>2007-04-05T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T02:58:08.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>felt like...</title><content type='html'>menulis blog dlm malay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sbg seorg rakyat Msia saye rase sudah tiba masa utk saye menulis blog dlm bahasa negara saya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini sudah hampir 2 sem aku kat spura. kian menghampiri finals.. semua nampaknye lebih bagus berbanding ngan sem lalu, tp semuanye belum tentu sebelum peperiksaan yg sebenarnye dihadapi. harap2 bukannya perasaan dan fikiran yg mencemari persepsi dn visi sebenar aku bagaikan awan gelap menyelubungi gunung-ganang. harap2 aku tidak menggetar dlm dewan peperiksaan. keadaan yg agak sejuk dan amat mencemaskan tu tidak menolong sial; ia hanye menambah kegabraan saye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi dalam hampir2 2 semester nih aku dah berkawan dgn byk org, kbyknnya dari MSL. kawan spt chuin, siewyik, james, kelvin, syen, chau chau, kai lin, john, chubs dan byk lagi telah menerangi kehidupan saye di singapura yg setidaknya boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku akan menghancurkan bahan bahan MLE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modul MLE ini...saya mesti skor...sekurang2nya A-..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapatkan kuasa sejati dari Tuhan... :) saya ingin mencuba sedaya upaya dan menempatkan kepercayaan saye pd Tuhan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kwn2 jom berjuang bersame2, tiada cabaran yang terlalu tinggi utk kite, tiada halangan yg kite x boleh lepas....jom........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6487824995984023775?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6487824995984023775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6487824995984023775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6487824995984023775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6487824995984023775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/felt-like.html' title='felt like...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4866382098899995859</id><published>2007-04-04T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T10:01:39.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what happens when 2 nuts chat on gtalk</title><content type='html'>abt 930am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;so early?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS is online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;u also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;yest whyen u sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS:&lt;br /&gt;abt3.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;nt sleepy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS:&lt;br /&gt;sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;go sleep la..&lt;br /&gt;** cast sleeping spell over alpha **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;** cast anti-ryan with all mana**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;** blocks with shield **&lt;br /&gt;kena blocked XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS:&lt;br /&gt;swt anti ryan is my defence only&lt;br /&gt;not attacking u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JaMeS:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;reading up ctw for oral defencelater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan:&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when i dun play dota :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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gtalk'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-5143911525552362338</id><published>2007-04-03T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:13:04.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MATHS teach finish dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS teach finish dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE almost finish dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MLE also almost finish dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also almost finish dy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5143911525552362338?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-5587683696603128986</id><published>2007-04-01T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:02:17.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>appalled</title><content type='html'>what makes a person feel insecure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they are placed in an environment since young where others around them are trying their best to outdo each other in a public beauty competition. when the wave sweeps by, more people are are sucked into a whirlpool of make ups and short skirts, all in a bid to outdo each other and stand out from the crowd. yes, that (the culture, not the short skirts and make ups) applies to many guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of it when i see most of the people i see everyday (NOT those always ard me), the things they do to gain social acceptance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know that most of my malaysian female friends arent like them. you gals rock. really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian public transport system sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a ticket for thr 1230 bus to go JB. I boarded the bus at 1230 exactly because I left home kinda late (slack). To my horror, all seats were occupied. The stupid ticket seller sold 2 tickets for the same seat number. Cant even handle a simple job of selling 24 seats per bus. Was so pissed off abt it at that time... Bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wait till 130pm for my bus to go JB. The bus for 130pm awas also full.. other companies' one also full... (JB so popular meh? Whats there? =.=) Guess hw the problem was settled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bang, aku mesti pergi JB hari ni la bang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person in charge (PIC) :  Tak pe, tak de tempat, saya akan buat kasi ada tempat...nanti dorang datang (points at the single seat behind the driver) aku akan cakap pade dia sudah cancel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, wth? altho it will be me who benefits in this situation, i was extremely appalled by the manner this whole situation is handled. cancel? can simply say cncel one meh? =.=""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must remind myself nt to take Johor Super again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i feel stark difference in atmosphere the moment i step into singapore from jb. In JB the whole town is like so huru hara. Back in sg its like so systematic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can feel the aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in JB he aura comes to you from all directions, random directions and in all forms. in Singapore it comes to u in the form of straight lines with an uniform gradient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note had a damn nice buffet jus now. Until nw still damn full. cheese baked oysters as big as my palm. nice salmon. american brownies, ice cream, sashimi...choc fondue.. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diet plan FAILED T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5587683696603128986?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5587683696603128986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=5587683696603128986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5587683696603128986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5587683696603128986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/04/appalled.html' title='appalled'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-3383287602925186006</id><published>2007-03-31T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T02:27:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at home</title><content type='html'>These one or two days seem to have lost a bit of the passion (yeah,temporary) and momentum (yeah,gained weight) for studying. Sis and bro at home so decided to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left NUS at 530pm and reached home at 1130pm. Yeah,a good 6 hours needed. A few reasons: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At the immigration checkpoint I was in the line where 2 lines merged into one lane. Sorta like a bottleneck. So had to wait a long time until it was my turn to get my passport inspected. About 25 minutes at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The queue for bus 170 was so long at downstairs of the checkpoint. Had to wait for 2 170 buses to be fully loaded and drove off before I had the chance to get onto one. About 20 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Halfway outta JB town we were stopped by people in dark blue uniform. Thought was the cops, but it turned out to be JPJ inspectors making sure that the bus wasnt overloaded and that each passenger had a seat. For a moment I thought the police received a tip-off from someone that one of the passengers in this bus was carrying drugs. A delay of another 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25+20+15=60 minutes. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought some homework back. Plan to do them at home but it seems like the urge to spend time with sis and bro at home and exercising is overpowering it. Perhaps I should give in once in a while and not face the books everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans to go jogging tomorrow morning. Dunno can wake up onot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighed myself with my jeans on and after dinner (a 10pm dinner). it is 79kg now. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I jus announced my weight to all of cyberspace. Maybe my passport, IC, student pass, matriculation number and bank account password can be traced from this 79kg made known to hackers. Wonder if I am putting myself at risk due to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my EE friends have PE tomorrow. Good luck to all of them. Maybe the Force be with them as they seek a clear mind to think and nimble fingers to type out all the codes and finish of the program tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of watching a movie, but it seems like there are no nice ones at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sms-ed a friend of mine in Malaysia from Singapore yesterday late at night, kinda pleasantly surprised that she actually took the trouble and money to reply me. XD thanks, Rach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussed about some IT stuff with WeiChuan over diner just now. Got to know that Low Yat's Apple store has a prototype IPHONE on display. He was impressed by the way used to zoom into photos (put ur 2 fingers on the screen and open separate them. Kinda cool cos its like digging into sand to search for smaller grains. XD There is also a gaming mouse by Logitech specially designed for CounterStrike players,where each click tells the machine to fire 3 bullets. There is an +- button that lets you adjust the number of bullets fired per click, kinda cool, retails at RM499.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not close like we used to be, now I feel you drifting away from me, even though I try to hide my feelings from you, I think of you every night before I go to sleep. I thought of romantic and special ideas to finally tell you about this one day, but afraid of the fact that you might not like it. I have many things that I wish to do for you, but afraid of the fact that the fact that I love you might become too obvious and jeopardise the friendship we have built over time. I secretly hope in my heart that if I tell you one day about the truth, things between us would be what it used to be even if we did not become an item. Please promise me, for I cherish the friendship too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If loving you means wishing that you have the best, so if someone, anyone at all captures your heart and attention, I would have heartache but no regrets and no ill feelings for that person, for I know you would be in good care in his hands, for i know that he is the apple of your eye and that it is the best for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what should I do tomorrow? futsal, jogging, watch movie??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-3383287602925186006?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3383287602925186006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=3383287602925186006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3383287602925186006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3383287602925186006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-at-home.html' title='back at home'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-5783436687283096779</id><published>2007-03-26T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:57:07.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things abt me.</title><content type='html'>[01] I have read a lot of books.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;br /&gt;[02] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been to Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[03] I have watched cartoons for hours.&lt;br /&gt;[04] I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[05] I have played ping pong.&lt;br /&gt;[06] I swam in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;br /&gt;[07] I have seen fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I have seen a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;[] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have almost drowned.&lt;br /&gt;[08] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[09] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have had stitches.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have had frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;[10] I have stayed up 'til 2 doing homework/projects.(hmm in NUS this is normal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I currently have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have been roller blading.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have fallen flat on my face.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;br /&gt;[11] I have been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;[12] I have watched the Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] I attend Church regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[14] I have played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;[15] I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[16] I have already had my 17th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;[17] I've called someone stupid.&lt;br /&gt;[18] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;br /&gt;[19] I've cried in school.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played basketball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played football on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[20] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played softball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played volleyball on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[21] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been on a track or cross country team.&lt;br /&gt;[22] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've bungee jumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've lost more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've called myself an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[23] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;[24] I've cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had (or have) pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned a Spice Girls CD.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned a Britney Spears CD.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned an N*Sync CD.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've mooned someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I have sworn at someone of authority before.&lt;br /&gt;[25] I've been in the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been on TV.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;[26] I've eaten sushi.&lt;br /&gt;[27] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.(though it was a long time ago..)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched the 3 stooges.&lt;br /&gt;[28] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp; Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;[29] I've watched Looney Tunes.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been called a geek.&lt;br /&gt;[30] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade.(sounds familiar?)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;[31] I've met a celebrity/music artist.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've written poetry.(dont ask me for it... it sucks)&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've tickled someone else until they cried.&lt;br /&gt;[32] I've had/have siblings.&lt;br /&gt;[33] I've been to a rock concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been in a play.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been picked last in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been picked first in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34] I've cried in front of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;[35] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've played Halo 2.&lt;br /&gt;[36] I've freaked out over a sports game.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[37] I've been to China.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Spain.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had a fight with someone on AIM.&lt;br /&gt;[38] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;[39] I've had serious conversations on any IM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[40] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.&lt;br /&gt;[41] I've been forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've screamed at a scary movie.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've cried at a chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;[42] I've watched a lot of action movies.&lt;br /&gt;[43] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to a rap concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been to a hip hop concert.&lt;br /&gt;[44] I've lived in more than 2 houses.&lt;br /&gt;[45] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;[46] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.&lt;br /&gt;[47] I've been in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[48] I've been homesick.&lt;br /&gt;[49] I've thrown up.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've puked on someone.&lt;br /&gt;[50] I've been horseback riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've filled out more than 10 myspace/LJ surveys.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've spoken my mind in public.&lt;br /&gt;[51] I've proved someone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;[52] I've been proven wrong by someone.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've broken a leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've broken an arm/fingers.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've fallen off a swing.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.&lt;br /&gt;[53] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've lost my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've come close to dying.&lt;br /&gt;[54] I've seen someone die.&lt;br /&gt;[55] I've known someone who has died.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.(dont we all?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've done modeling.&lt;br /&gt;[56] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings.&lt;br /&gt;[57] I've taken something/someone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;[58] I've realized how good my life is.&lt;br /&gt;[59] I've counted my blessings&lt;br /&gt;[60] I've made fun of a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been asked out by someone and I said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[61] I've slapped someone in the face.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've been skateboarding.&lt;br /&gt;[62] I've been back stabbed by someone I thought was a friend.&lt;br /&gt;[63] I've lied to someone to their face.&lt;br /&gt;[64] I've told a little white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[] I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've fainted.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.&lt;br /&gt;[] I've pushed someone into a pool.&lt;br /&gt;[65] I've been pushed into a pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5783436687283096779?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5783436687283096779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=5783436687283096779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5783436687283096779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5783436687283096779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-abt-me.html' title='Things abt me.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4322727477793263058</id><published>2007-03-26T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:19:04.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt sleep, I was thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lay in my bed, I realised how I missed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me comfortable when you are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me signs that you were coming to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I could picture how much I love you and how I anticipated your arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldnt sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also because of you and the things you bring along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain oh rain, I have a love-hate relationship with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4322727477793263058?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4322727477793263058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4322727477793263058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4322727477793263058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4322727477793263058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='......'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7014677259951790838</id><published>2007-03-21T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T14:03:34.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking back...</title><content type='html'>Just a semester ago, I was floundering under intense stress. Evrry thing I learn couldnt seem to go into my head fast enough. In fact I felt that NUS is a hell for me, and yes, I did thought of quitting it as another offer to go Nottingham was also in the list. In the end, I stuck in NUS. Why one might suppose? I am sure there are some brights spots amidst all the darkness, a silver lining in every dark cloud. Maybe the training here makes me a tougher person. Maybe this new environment teaches me new things. Maybe I could make the best out of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a semester to now, I think I have pretty much acclimatised to the Singaporean environment where everyday is a race for time and fighting against the waves of chim knowledge thrown at me is all in everyday's work. It is tough although I have become used to it. I try to look at everything in a positive light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I still be admire my frens when I see them in Australian Universities? Fui Jiun in ANU. Or even Vita in in Sunderland,UK or Tak in Germany? Cannot be denied that their environment is better, they are exposed to 'cooler' stuff and are going to have more fun exploring the places there than me. I would think not. I am still thankful for this oppurtunity for me to study in a uni which is ranked inside the Top 20 in the world. Top 20 man. How syiok is that. In the whole world le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall continue to be thankful, and count my blessings. And that shall continue to set me free from the troubles of everyday pressure and circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7014677259951790838?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7014677259951790838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7014677259951790838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7014677259951790838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7014677259951790838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking back...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4968668099315378042</id><published>2007-03-21T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T11:48:32.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>weekends are good for rests and to catch up with homework and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days have been busy with assignments. seems that discussion are going on for me every other alternate day. tiring but i hope it pays off in the end, especially for my position paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still on the learning curve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can know all the topics of MA1506 before the reading week starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to mug again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later 330 got discussion. getting kinda boring ady..but at least my group members are like my friends now. thanks kai wei for the dedication you are putting into this assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time to exercise. zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the times that you wish that you have 30 hour days. no, not for lengthening my age, but to have a more realistic chance making my 'day' even more productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to forego the engin camp comm. want to go back malaysia. or do sth else, even work in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought I lost my wallet this morning but I found it sitting happily in one of my drawers. Praise Him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late for class today. again. guess i am not an 8am person. 8am class woke up at 740 and reached LT7A at 815am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4968668099315378042?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4968668099315378042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4968668099315378042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4968668099315378042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4968668099315378042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8992774441750925374</id><published>2007-03-19T14:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:46:57.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Thank You Lord!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8992774441750925374?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8992774441750925374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8992774441750925374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8992774441750925374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8992774441750925374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/woohoo-thank-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-3964611621098519385</id><published>2007-03-17T02:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T02:58:06.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments in football...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NzhUZ6jrms"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4NzhUZ6jrms" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was a year ago I think. Real Madrid versus Barcelona in the intimidating atmosphere of the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium in Spain, Real Madrid's homeground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho's brilliance sparked the despair of the whole Madrid team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of those moments that make you salute what a man can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final score: Real 0-3 Barca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-3964611621098519385?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3964611621098519385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=3964611621098519385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3964611621098519385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3964611621098519385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/moments-in-football.html' title='Moments in football...'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-5539753379681806720</id><published>2007-03-16T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:31:36.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me.. "wo de zhi su"</title><content type='html'>LAYER 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;Name : Tan Ping Yi, Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date : 29th October 1986&lt;br /&gt;Current Status : a bit tired&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour : black.&lt;br /&gt;Right of lefty : Right handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2 : ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage : Cina beng&lt;br /&gt;My Fears : not fear. Just dislike to be in situations I cant control. &lt;br /&gt;My Weaknesses : suspicious, sometimes grumpy, too lame. Yeah that is my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;My Perfect Pizza : authentic Italian pizza because I havent tasted them yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts first waking up : am i gonna wear formal for the Orchard interview?&lt;br /&gt;My bedtime : mostly 3am&lt;br /&gt;My most missed memory : all the things that I used to do with my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4 : MY PICK&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : Diet Coke please.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King : Burger King, had Double Swiss Mushroom just now :)&lt;br /&gt;Single or grouped dates : single for undivided attention to her!&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike : Nike&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea : Nestea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : Chocolat..&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee : Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5 : DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : nope.&lt;br /&gt;Curse : yes.&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower : yeah..of course. If not I would be rotting ATM&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Go to school : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married : Yes&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself : Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 6 : IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : Yea...went drunk samo.&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall : Of course got la. &lt;br /&gt;Been on stage : Yeah just recently&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi : definitely. California roll .. :P&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 7 : HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Played a stripping game : yeah&lt;br /&gt;Changed who you were to fit in : yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 8 : AGE YOU'RE HOPING...&lt;br /&gt;To be married : 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 9 : IN A GIRL...&lt;br /&gt;Best eye colour : Avril's green eyes..&lt;br /&gt;Best hair colour : not sure. every girl looks good in different hair colours. no definite preference for this.&lt;br /&gt;Short hair or long hair : not sure. because different girl looks nice in differing hair lengths. prefers inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 10 : WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;br /&gt;A minute ago : on bed mugging for Math..&lt;br /&gt;Hour ago : at CTW class..&lt;br /&gt;4.5 hours ago : in Orchard chomping on BK &lt;br /&gt;1 month ago : catching up with old friends&lt;br /&gt;Year ago : working &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11 : FINISH THE SENTENCES...&lt;br /&gt;I love : Adonai, family, friends&lt;br /&gt;I feel : a bit tired..&lt;br /&gt;I hate : putting on the pounds&lt;br /&gt;I hide : in a closet. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I miss : everyone back in Malaysia and the good old happy atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I need : a new brain and a better memory. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 12 : TAG 5 PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;Jim, Jack, Jermaine, Jane, Jules... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5539753379681806720?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5539753379681806720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=5539753379681806720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5539753379681806720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5539753379681806720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/layer-1-on-outside-name-tan-ping-yi.html' title='About me.. &quot;wo de zhi su&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4631463701581788163</id><published>2007-03-15T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:24:12.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts..</title><content type='html'>-Rach, it was really nice to be able to talk to you at length again, about everything under the sun. You are now more open to me than before, I could sense it. Well, I think that you are still the same old Rach in some ways, still pretty as ever, but also changed in many ways. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A dear friend of mine from my hometown going to move to KEVII soon. I hope she doesnt go..because if she goes, the noodle cooking gang will be lessened in numbers by one..LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kinda shy to say this in person XD : To my dear friends, studies consuming? Everything not going your way? Feel free to talk to me, I am always willing to lend a listening ear, in fact I am really honoured to do so. And no I am not suffering from lack of attention (replace that by the medical jargon here) XD. Although I am not the best provider of solutions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-somebody is gonna get wet later..will he? :P *pumps iron to strengthen his arms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Going out for dinner with ME pals, for a breather, then come back continue to study.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4631463701581788163?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4631463701581788163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4631463701581788163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4631463701581788163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4631463701581788163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/thoughts.html' title='thoughts..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-666959066702753142</id><published>2007-03-14T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:00:43.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO NAMING OF TOP STUDENT THIS YEAR</title><content type='html'>By KAREN CHAPMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, it says, is because all the top scorers have their own strengths and weaknesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have 105 candidates who performed very well,” director-general Datuk Dr Ahamad Sipon said when announcing the analysis of the results at the ministry yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One hundred of them are the best among those who obtained 1As in all subjects taken while five are special students with between five As and nine As.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked if Yeo Jie Ming from Bukit Mertajam High School in Penang was the best overall student, being the only one with 16 1As, he said this was not necessarily the case as the ministry looked at the raw scores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Examinations Syndicate director Datuk Dr Adi Badiozaman Tuah stressed that it would be unfair to name one student as the best since all 105 had their strengths and weaknesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Ahamad also said the ministry would prefer students not to take more than 12 subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said the trend of taking many subjects was meaningless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If a student takes Biology, Chemistry and Physics, there is no point in taking General Science too as its syllabus is more basic compared with the three subjects,” he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said girls did better than boys on the whole but declined to reveal the breakdown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking about the real reasons behind it. hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-666959066702753142?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/666959066702753142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=666959066702753142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/666959066702753142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/666959066702753142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-naming-of-top-student-this-year.html' title='NO NAMING OF TOP STUDENT THIS YEAR'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-5271860248105124956</id><published>2007-03-14T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:18:08.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-do list</title><content type='html'>copy Syen one :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. masteringphysics online assignment 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. clean room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. catch up on 3 chapters of Maths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-5271860248105124956?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/5271860248105124956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=5271860248105124956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5271860248105124956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/5271860248105124956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-do-list.html' title='To-do list'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7095756017602633241</id><published>2007-03-13T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:29:10.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and time again..</title><content type='html'>You let me see your flaws in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not a bad thing,it makes me understand you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everytime you seem to more than make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love you, I still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to hold you in my arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never wrong to love you with my heart, I would be wrong if I took it lightly and treated you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you are here with me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7095756017602633241?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7095756017602633241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7095756017602633241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7095756017602633241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7095756017602633241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/time-and-time-again.html' title='Time and time again..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4991009102815702426</id><published>2007-03-12T15:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T15:42:36.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND DAMN IT I AM GONNA SUE SINGTEL. WAT THE FREAKING HELL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4991009102815702426?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4991009102815702426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4991009102815702426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4991009102815702426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4991009102815702426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-damn-it-i-am-gonna-sue-singtel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-8887303840345989412</id><published>2007-03-12T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T13:46:30.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged</title><content type='html'>Doing this as tagged by Syen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 unique things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I dieted like crazy before. 2 years ago, I ate only a quarter plate of a rice per meal, with lightly stir fried veggies and almost no meat. Yeah, that was the life I used to lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a car freak. I could even remember some of the specs of Lambos that I love, right down to every detail. I used to have over 40 toy cars when I was small. The photo of me posing with all the cars proudly is still with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love watching rugby, not many people love to do that. I appreciate the beauty of backward passing, tackling and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I scaled a steep mountain at 4AM in the morning before. Had to use torchlight just to see the way. Just to watch the sunrise...but alas, it was blocked by the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I can be a neatness freak at times, but not always. When I have the mood, I would clean my room until it is squeakily clean. At other times I would just heck care. But still, the condition of my room is far and way better than last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like to say the words "Thank You" even if it is just for something that even the giver finds insignificant. I dunt know why. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that completes my taggg...mission accomplished :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8887303840345989412?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8887303840345989412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8887303840345989412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8887303840345989412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8887303840345989412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged.html' title='tagged'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-949732279142371822</id><published>2007-03-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T21:40:07.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A good day..</title><content type='html'>This morning got an SMS that really surprised me pleasantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis got a new job helping out the refugee resettlement for the UNITED NATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt expect to pass the interview. But by God's grace she did it! And now she finally got a job that she really wanted to do, and to lead a life she has always wanted to lead. She had been having a hard time as an accountant, it is not what she wants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what people think, working for United Nations is not getting a measly pay and devoting all your life for the cause of goodwill and charity. The pay is well, higher than my sister's accountant job, and it is non-taxable because UN is an NGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more, Dad was happy for her too! So happy he even paid off the laptop loss for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am also so happy for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling out of touch with Him these few weeks, due to heavy workload and also some other problems. But this morning, here He comes, presenting me with a good news, and reminding me about His Presence, Power, Grace and Glory by blessing my sis with a job that she enjoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God works in awesome and wonderful ways by weaving his wand of magic, often at the times we least expect it, in many areas of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good.....its good~ :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-949732279142371822?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/949732279142371822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=949732279142371822' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/949732279142371822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/949732279142371822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-day.html' title='A good day..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-2240540137194358265</id><published>2007-03-11T03:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T03:11:53.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to rejoice over..</title><content type='html'>-been hanging out with the gang more. feels so relaxing. like a big brick lifted off my head. thanks peeps :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday tomorrow. A day for me to renew my faith in Him. Have been too busy and felt out of touch these days &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-going Suntec tomorrow. Yay, can go gai gai after being cooped up in NUS and PGP. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-getting webcam. can communicate better with my friends overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-futsal. trying out playing futsal with.....Reebok jogging shoes. Old futsal shoes became crocodile.. T_T good to be "back in action" :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-can finally sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes off to bed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2240540137194358265?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2240540137194358265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2240540137194358265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2240540137194358265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2240540137194358265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-to-rejoice-over.html' title='things to rejoice over..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2435838223230239178</id><published>2007-03-09T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T13:21:47.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy....</title><content type='html'>These few days have been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maths lecture going at a trailblazing path. I am being burned by the flames. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Physics got 2 chapters still to catch up. Missed lecture at 9am today because of lack of sleep. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EE test later. Duno how they will ask also. Spent the last night looking thru tut solutions ans additional probs. Still dunt feel that confident. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CTW assignment due soon...have to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SS is giving me headaches. It isnt fun when you are staying up late at night figuring out how to send a letter to the HR Dept of Motorola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Room in a mess. Have to clean it up after EE test today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Have been staring at the laptop for many hours...Feels like my shirtsightedness ( eh, where is that "o"? =.= )is getting worse..Have to check my eyes after this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Experiencing chronic sleepiness even tho my sleeping time is maximised. Maybe too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2435838223230239178?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2435838223230239178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2435838223230239178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2435838223230239178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2435838223230239178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-begged-you-not-to-go-i-begged-you-i.html' title='Crazy....'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4657299445539084036</id><published>2007-03-08T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T11:17:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PGP.</title><content type='html'>Saw a few things in PGP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the term hosereel sounds and looks like hoser eel. Some more the spacing between the letters make it look even more so. hmm. Hosereel is like a reel of tape but its a hose. Correct. Hoser eel is an eel-like hose or a hose-like eel. Eh, sounds correct also nia. It means the same thing, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rubbish bin in the toilet is now a rubbish hill. Rubbish seems to have piled up overnight. Well, I am one of the one of those that moved and created that hill. Cant blame me cos my room is just a few footsteps away from the toilet. It isnt surprising when the nearest rubbush chute is another cluster away and 5 other guys in the same semi-cluster feel the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the notice on the rubbish chute that says "Please dispose of your refuse here." makes me either wanna piss or shit into the chute. To me, refuse means what my body refuses, i.e in liquid or solid or semi solid form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-had Cowhead milk recently. On the box wrote "Awarded Superbrands Singapore 2002/2003"....now wait a minute. It is 2002/2003 for goodness sake. Still dare to label it there. No wonder it doesnt taste so good. Farmhouse rocks and kicks Cowhead's ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe the only benefit that I might gain after drinking a pack of Superbrands Singapore Cowhead milk is to be able to turn into Supercow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4657299445539084036?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4657299445539084036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4657299445539084036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4657299445539084036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4657299445539084036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/pgp.html' title='PGP.'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-3327241513113147206</id><published>2007-03-06T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:37:28.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i fell asleep suddenlyyy</title><content type='html'>yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-3327241513113147206?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/3327241513113147206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=3327241513113147206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3327241513113147206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/3327241513113147206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-fell-asleep-suddenlyyy.html' title='i fell asleep suddenlyyy'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7476477705595616446</id><published>2007-03-06T10:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T11:14:47.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McThoughts</title><content type='html'>Here i am at McD's after discussing CTW assignment. finished our writing for recommendations just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head is spinning due to a lack of sleep. I guess I have been awake for too many hours for consecutive days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda felt out of touch these few days.&lt;br /&gt;It is as if 5b gathering only happens once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so busy.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is busy transforming from their cocoon into nerds.&lt;br /&gt;And yes that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;But the whole 5b gang seems to be putting on a disappearing act.&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are busy. Programming, CTW... &lt;br /&gt;I think I am going kinda insane alone , studying in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I am not taking it easy, its not like I do not know how to relax, but when I am too cooped up in a small space of 9 meters squared for long periods of time, I just cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look I see the 4 walls and the same old boring bookshelf in front of me. When I see books, I feel like I am going to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;The bed always seem so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;I dont listen to that many jokes from my 5b gang anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself dun have the mood to think of jokes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The laughter around me have subsided a little.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting against the desire to sleep even tho have slept much.&lt;br /&gt;Facing stuff in the book that I dun really understand and have to memorise.&lt;br /&gt;Slightly screwed mid terms.&lt;br /&gt;WAT KIND OF LIFE IS THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to boredom, I lack the passion to pursue knowledge anymore. Albeit sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to make things go into my brain but it doesnt seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least there are people that share the same sentiments as me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7476477705595616446?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7476477705595616446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7476477705595616446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7476477705595616446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7476477705595616446'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895497009468144353.post-8224533357610861383</id><published>2007-03-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:27:07.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried</title><content type='html'>I tried to drown my sorrows, but apparently they learnt to swim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-8224533357610861383?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/8224533357610861383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=8224533357610861383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8224533357610861383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/8224533357610861383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-tried.html' title='i tried'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-7449144381886972966</id><published>2007-03-05T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T02:59:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes i miss..</title><content type='html'>I miss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the 29" Wega in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-my bed with a thick and soft yet supportive mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the air-conditioning in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the times that i used to swim 20 laps per time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the times that i could still hike Gunung Lambak 2 days in 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the casual drives around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-helping mum do housework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-driving dad to workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the times that i used to play futsal almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-care free schooldays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being more in control of my grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-days of less assignments. they assign me to my death. thats why they are called assignments. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-that time when we drove to Danga Bay for the World Cup Final at 11pm,came back the next day at 6am and ate prata for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-that time when I hiked Gunung Lambak at 4am (with 2 other freaks :P) in the morning. Found our way to the top only by using torchlight. Sunset was non existant due to the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tangkak beef moodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fried prawn noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chicken rice opposite the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mee rebus near my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O Chien with big oysters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-7449144381886972966?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/7449144381886972966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=7449144381886972966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7449144381886972966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/7449144381886972966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/sometimes.html' title='sometimes i miss..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-4759652031288860474</id><published>2007-03-03T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T03:21:26.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you would think</title><content type='html'>that an average university student would know proper conduct and conversational ethics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least, more proper than the situation discussed below.&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure if proper is the correct adjective in this scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on A2 bus after PC1432 test. sat on the second last row in the bus. beside me was a guy from C. In the last row were a group of people from the country I, guys and girls included. Some of them were standing near the rear exit of the bus, making up a cohort of 7 or so 'I's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual they were a chatty lot. The whole bus could hear them. Their laughter and speech travelled through the air into everyone's ears. Loud and clear, very spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense the C guy begin to frown, looking back at them with an indirect glance and shaking his head. Obviously he was disturbed and appalled by the noise levels the 'I's were making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later into the ride, he couldn't bear it anymore. He turned around suddenly and interrogated one of the 'I's rather rudely: "So, why are you all so excited? are you getting full mark??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course birds of the same feathers support each other. One of them replied: "Of course she is going to get full marks! She is very smart!" I could detect a strong drgree of sarcasm (albeit against the Chinese guy) in her voice and tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Chinese guy fought back: "Then why are you all so happy and excited? Are all of the rest of you going to get full marks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a I guy replied back:"Of course we are happy! We are from India, and there is 1 billion of us, DUDE!" in an intimidating tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that all I hear was the 'I's conversing with each other in their dialect that only they themselves understand. I presume they were ejeking the C guy. God knows how they were ejeking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also notice that the 'I' people use words like 'fXXK','puXXy' VERY VERY frequently in their conversation with each other. I couldnt really comprehend what they were trying to proof....perhaps trying to tell the whole world that they are modernised and westernised. Bah. Westernised? Maybe. Just a little bit because they are still 'I's. Modernised? ABSOLUTELY NOT, from their words and acts, they do not reflect how a modern man should behave: careful with words, tolerant, sensitive and mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wouldnt have happened if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The guy irritated was more tolerant of others' conduct and behavious. I mean, as humans, there is nothing wrong with expressing positive feelings such as happiness and excitement, apetah lg slepas test yg amt mengerikan tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Instigators should not have tried to intimidate the Chinese guy with words like "there are a billion of us...". I mean, wth? Trying to assert their authority over others just by outnumbering other people? Trying to intimidate others and make people fear you? Get a life u punks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could just wonder, what good does it do, if a person is a top scholar, smart academically and blessed with a good brain, if he doesnt have good manners and conduct? Well I am not perfect either (means I am not jealous of them) but at least, I won't stoop low and talk in that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if I talked like that to the 5B gang or any other of my Mech friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be killed and slaughtered. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-4759652031288860474?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/4759652031288860474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=4759652031288860474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4759652031288860474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/4759652031288860474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-would-think.html' title='you would think'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-6269390174844797171</id><published>2007-03-02T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T12:01:10.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the week..</title><content type='html'>-Only had &lt;4 hours of sleep for 3 consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Now when I see another book, I will scream. Although not having ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kena screwed by Maths although it was easy. :( However, things could have been much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nevertheless, had a great time chatting with Mech gang after kena screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MLE paper was easy. I did my part and the Lord blessed me with a clear mind and a fairly straightforward paper. I thank Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Visited a friend's room. It isnt everyday you would meet a female friend who is open to us like that. Thanks Syen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Room is getting messier by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MUST have a spring cleaning on friday night. Wishes to have a clean room to study over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am beginning to picture the workload in front of me. No, not for exams. It is the post-exam workload. Have to catch up on Maths and also Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luckily CTW assignment is almost done, at least the first draft is almost completed. Thanks Bor Yeow and Kai Wei for being good group members. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Had late night talks with James. He reply kinda slow cos no taskbar on his laptop I guess. Nevertheless it is good to talk with friends and also listen to what they have to say. Thnks for your time PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Begins to wonder if the SGD10 i paid to the gym is gonna be worth anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Also thinking that not being drafted to stay in a hall from the start is not so much of a bad thing either. Even less time for studies if stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Am beginning to wonder the existance of the CCA points system. Wats the use of forcing ppl into CCA if they dun really enjoy what they do? Some more the CCAs here are not as that diversified as those in American universities; i.e not enough to cater for every taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-its 12 and I just woke up at 11. Missed Physics lecture cos wanted to rest more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Later got Physics mid term. Looks like this paper is going to be another one of those time-fighting papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-6269390174844797171?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/6269390174844797171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=6269390174844797171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6269390174844797171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/6269390174844797171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/03/week.html' title='the week..'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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-5895497009468144353.post-2344463603533729805</id><published>2007-02-27T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:40:44.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To</title><content type='html'>Dear Apple of My Eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few words I would like to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the guts to tell you that I like you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesnt mean I prefer to be a couple with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true my heart longs for your companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your guardian but would not prefer it to be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the best boyfriend that you could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Want &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=/= &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel I have other priorities too. I knew it all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to risk our friendship just because of a cause without guarantees and promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder will I lose you just like that if I continue waiting. On the other hand my previous experiences told me not to be too hasty with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to be together, I want it to be one without regrets, a happy start, and with no ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak once reminded me that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...irresistable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The initial puppy feelings had gone. Now I find myself still thinking of you each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont make my heart go beating like what it used to do when I see someone I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am growing, nt only to like you but to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first online kiss is for you girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5895497009468144353-2344463603533729805?l=ryanrambutan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/feeds/2344463603533729805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5895497009468144353&amp;postID=2344463603533729805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2344463603533729805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5895497009468144353/posts/default/2344463603533729805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ryanrambutan.blogspot.com/2007/02/to.html' title='To'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11619220382202016627</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>
