<?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-13835068</id><updated>2011-11-24T00:24:46.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name your blog properly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13835068.post-113423723433090035</id><published>2005-12-11T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T01:53:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For the better, or just mellowed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got in a fight with a fucking idiot at work. Note I used to word ALMOST, because (to my utmost surprise) I had the restraint, and the tolerance to walk away after not 1, but 2 confrontations. Long story put short, I was wrongly accused of something, which only adds to my anger. He even used a fucking tong to point at me, which I duely snatched away. Gave 2 tries to hit my face, which I countered. YET, I still walked away from a good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to sec 2. 14 yrs old, hormonally charged to the max. My first physical fight. Over what? Just because some guy stepped on my worksheet and didn't say sorry. Not only that, had a childish "staring down" through out the whole class, till we actually laid our hands on each other. I won that fight, but just barely. Point is, I could beat him up just because he stepped on my WORKSHEET. That was how violent I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always believed in karma. U don't step on my tail, I wont step on urs. Once u cross that line, don't blame me. In the past, that has always led to....violence. In recent yrs, that is not the case, I'll get flared up, but not to the extent of wanting to bash someone. If the events on thursday happened 3 years ago, god knows what would have happened to him OR me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-113423723433090035?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/113423723433090035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=113423723433090035' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113423723433090035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113423723433090035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-better-or-just-mellowed-i-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-113363262478073663</id><published>2005-12-04T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:57:05.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fri, I have realised I can't sing for shit. Not high pitch, not low pitch, not monotone, no feeling. Hell, I can't even read the damn lyrics properly. For those who know me long enough, they should know my chinese is as reliable as spam mail. The chinese language has never been a strong point for me... sorry I got that wrong. It has never been a point for me. I've been failing the chinese language since I was in pri sch. That is one of the reason's y I have never liked to listen to chinese songs. Only in recent years I learned to listen to chinese songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like certain Jay songs. Although the lyrics are always about the same thing, he manages to give a nice melody to it. The problem with Jay song's is that, apparently he squeezes his balls to sing. It's in such a high tone I can never reach it. I tried quite a few on fri and u can say I failed almost all of it. I decided to give Wu Jian Dao a shot, when I can handle the vocals on the song, I cannot handle the lyrics. Listening to the song lets me know the tune, but ask me to sing the lyrics word for word.........Let's just say I don't know alot of words on the screen most of the time. The words "I fucking suck" cannot even properly describe the way I sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry dear if I spoiled that day for u. I'll train more so I can at least sing a proper song for u. Meanwhile, I'll save up for a karaoke machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-113363262478073663?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/113363262478073663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=113363262478073663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113363262478073663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113363262478073663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/12/singing-after-fri-i-have-realised-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-113342598545385188</id><published>2005-12-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:33:05.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uneventful life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work yesterday was a bitch. 40 customers in a big gp, 2 people working in a station, with the tables all over the place and the sky threatening to drench me any second. I KNEW I was going to get pissed off working and I was VERY close. In the end it was the staff that was at the same station as me who got pissed off. I don't blame him for being angry though, those who are more capable than others are always stretched thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our PM has once said, "Respect those who serve u, they are not ur slaves". I agree with that, but apparently many other fuckers all over Singapore don't give a flying fuck about what our PM says. Which brings me to another question, how many people actually watch the PM's National Day Rally anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I believe in today's society, the phrase "The customer is always right" really doesn't mean shit now. In the past yes, but that was when the educated were the customers, and the non-educated were the servers. Fast-forward to now, who are the ones being waiters in restaurants? People like me, diploma holders,  uni under-grads, JC students and what have u. Y is the customer always right? I have the right to reject their requests if it's too far fetched.  If the customer doesn't respect me as a person, Y should I give him any respect as a customer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to see grown adults, arguing about not paying 15 dollars corkage charge, not wanting to pay 1.20 for FREE FLOW of warm water, not wanting to pay 3 dollars for appetizers, not wanting to pay 60 cents for a wet towel, etc etc etc. The list goes on. I feel embarassed for them, making a big fuss out of everything, saying it's not right to charge for water, towels etc etc. Kopitiam ice kosong also 10 cents, Zhi Cha wet towel also 20 cents, even kopitiam got paste paper stating no outside food and drinks allowed. YET STILL, people like to argue it's not...morally right to charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck are u to talk to me about morals? It's morally wrong to let idiots like them to live so long. They never should have been born in the world in the first place. I am disgraced knowing that I share and breathe the same air with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-113342598545385188?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/113342598545385188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=113342598545385188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113342598545385188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113342598545385188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/12/uneventful-life-work-yesterday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-113323694649886459</id><published>2005-11-29T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:02:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah let's make it quick. What have I done for these past few weeks.....Can I say absolutely NOTHING. Well it was our 6 months monthsary on 26th, didnt really do much because I am very fucking broke. It's ok though, in 2 more days I'll get my pay and we'll go enjoy.WOWOWOWOOW. Going to KBOX to celebrate, still thinking on what song to actually sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Tao Ze on sunday at the Merlion Park. It's amazing what a cap can do, it can transform u from a chinese music star to just a normal guy strolling around. Next time I'm going to wear a cap and then no-one will recognise me. And someone please ans this qn, is Tao Ze Singaporean or Taiwanese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my diploma cert also, I'm officially a diploma holder now. Though that doesn't really add up to much, since I'm going to dive 2 years of my life away. Kind of wasted that I SLOGGED 3/1/2 year to get just this one piece of paper, with the NYP logo bigger than my name itself. So typical of NYP to always advertise itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to get&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Formal pants, mine are just tattered and torn.&lt;br /&gt;2) USB hub/bluetooth adapter. Fucking handphone cannot connect to computer, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;3) Some hair wax. To satisfy the idiots at Palm Beach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-113323694649886459?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/113323694649886459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=113323694649886459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113323694649886459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113323694649886459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/11/quick-yeah-lets-make-it-quick.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-113154988134910233</id><published>2005-11-09T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T23:38:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = 4&gt;This Should Take Up 7 Posts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seven things that will scare me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Dear leaving me&lt;br /&gt;2.Not having enough sleep(Ironic isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;3.Not having enough money&lt;br /&gt;4.Stupid people(I fear them more than death itself).&lt;br /&gt;5.Flying cockroaches(They belong to the ground where i can smash them, not use a newspaper and smack them out of the air)&lt;br /&gt;6.Doing accounts.(I suck in numbers)&lt;br /&gt;7.Being left alone on a island filled with dumb people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven things that i like most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.My dear&lt;br /&gt;2.PS2&lt;br /&gt;3.XBOX&lt;br /&gt;4.PC Games&lt;br /&gt;5.Soccer&lt;br /&gt;6.Guitar Playing&lt;br /&gt;7.Lying around like a snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven most impt things in my room.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The photo of me and dear&lt;br /&gt;2.Bed&lt;br /&gt;3.Pillow&lt;br /&gt;4.PS2&lt;br /&gt;5.XBOX&lt;br /&gt;6.Handphone&lt;br /&gt;7.Door(Can't go in without a door right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven random facts about me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Loves my dear&lt;br /&gt;2.Allergic to stupid people&lt;br /&gt;3.Hates buses&lt;br /&gt;4.Hates working with lazy people, but I'm the laziest of all&lt;br /&gt;5.Rarely gets nervous about stuff at all&lt;br /&gt;6.Always in a relaxed/happy-go-lucky mood&lt;br /&gt;7.Has slight insominia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven things I can do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Love my dear the most that I possibly can&lt;br /&gt;2.Play Guitar&lt;br /&gt;3.Bitch about everything around me&lt;br /&gt;4.Fix computers&lt;br /&gt;5.Do Java/VB/.NET/C+/Open GL programming&lt;br /&gt;6.Breathe&lt;br /&gt;7.Eat one meal a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven things I can't do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Not spend time with my dear&lt;br /&gt;2.Draw anything&lt;br /&gt;3.Get 9 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;4.Wiggle my ears&lt;br /&gt;5.Drive&lt;br /&gt;6.Touch my nose with my tongue&lt;br /&gt;7.Sneeze with my eyes open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven words i say the most&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Fuck&lt;br /&gt;2.Wtf&lt;br /&gt;3.Hell&lt;br /&gt;4.Wth&lt;br /&gt;5.Knn&lt;br /&gt;6.Cb&lt;br /&gt;7.Lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven celeb crushes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Batman&lt;br /&gt;2.Batman&lt;br /&gt;3.Batman&lt;br /&gt;4.Batman&lt;br /&gt;5.Batman&lt;br /&gt;6.Batman&lt;br /&gt;7.Batman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;seven ppl i'd love to see doing this&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Dear(which she has already done so)&lt;br /&gt;2.All those in my link list&lt;br /&gt;3.All those in my link list&lt;br /&gt;4.All those in my link list&lt;br /&gt;5.All those in my link list&lt;br /&gt;6.All those in my link list&lt;br /&gt;7.All those in my link list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-113154988134910233?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/113154988134910233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=113154988134910233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113154988134910233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113154988134910233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-should-take-up-7-posts-seven.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-113077352975453574</id><published>2005-10-31T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:08:21.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no excuse. I've been a lazy bastard and haven't blogged in a long time. Also, I think I've lost my sense of humour and planning, so I'm going to post a completely unfunny and unorganized entry, just for the sake of posting an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. I'd like to express my hatred on BUSES. I fucking hate them with a passion now. People say they are convienient and all but I dont think so. Sure, they bring u where the trains cannot, but not before making 6000 rounds around the world before doing so. What could be a 1/2 hour journey becomes a 1/1/2 hour one. What is wrong with buses? I swear they were invented with the sole purpose of sapping human money and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second of all. To all those who are curious/nosey/ready to laugh at me.....I am enlisting into NS @ 10th March 2006. On top of that, I am also enlisted into NDU, which stands for No Dirty Underwear. Those who want to buy me a meal before NS, please do so quickly, I am a busy man. I might not have time for u, so if I have rejected ur offer to have dinner, please send me the full amount in cash. Ur donation is greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Poh Ying the other day and she mentioned that I was really good in complaining, I dont deny that, but I don't want to be labeled a whiner. Whiners come in swarms, the best place to find them is either at restaurants or in an accounting firm. I'm at a seperate level from them, I am a high class, professional and well groomed.....bitcher. Yes I came up with that word because I'm so damn good at bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was offered a job the other day, as a supervisor in a restaurant at Holland V. My GM really wanted me to go and offered me 1.6k to transfer to the other side. 1.6k is a good price considering the price at Palm Beach for a supervisor is around 1.4k . The only problem was they wanted me to do split shift, and I dont want to work 12 hours a day at of which only 8 hours are paid, I'm not that dumb. Furthermore, by working split shift, I dont get enough time for myself or for dear, so it's not a good offer. Shu Hui, Poh Ying, Grace and some random girl are going to go there to work, so are 2 of Dear's friends, so there shouldn't be much of a staffing problem there. Just abit of a noise problem there(Those who know them should know what I mean.Wawhawhwa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I cannot think of anything to write down in this entry anymore. It's moderately long, and I think it's boring to read loads of words without anything funny or organised in any order what-so-ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-113077352975453574?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/113077352975453574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=113077352975453574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113077352975453574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/113077352975453574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/10/update-there-is-no-excuse.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112921740449884839</id><published>2005-10-13T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T23:59:23.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Myth Of Movies(BIG FAT SPOILERS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie "The Myth" with dear last week. I was thinking of commenting on it here after that but I am the laziest person ever to slither on the earth's soil, and I had Winning Eleven 9 to play on my PS2, so obviously I didn't comment on it. But being the thoughtful person that I am, I think for my readers, without my readers, I am shit. And also because I watched the show again on VCD, I can remember the things that I wanted to bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I'd like to say, the movie wasn't that bad. The story was exagerrated(I'm too lazy to check out the spelling), but still watchable. What bothered me was the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/shen_hua_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/320/shen_hua_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not racist or anything, but casting an Indian lady in a HongKong movie isn't right for me. Then they have to put her on the poster, which (by right) means she gets a meatier role in the movie. After watching the movie twice and timing the minutes I saw her in the movie, I have concluded that Jackie Chan's horse gets more screen time than her. Her only significant part in the movie was to get her bra stripped off by Jackie Chan in the "fighting on glue" scene. Well, it is hard to get away from that since she IS a former Miss World. I seriously think her only role in the movie is to show off her body. Nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about the "fighting on glue" scene. Jackie gets stripped of his clothes till he is in his boxers in that scene. Come forward to the next scene, he is in the SAME clothes he wore in the previous one. Wow. The guy gets thrown off Mount Everest, lands in the water with NO injuries at all, gets picked up in the river from somewhere in India while STILL holding on to the sword despite falling off from 148325895 km off the cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to bitch on alot of things, then my AVANT browser hanged on me. So fuck u go find something to bitch about urself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112921740449884839?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112921740449884839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112921740449884839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112921740449884839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112921740449884839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/10/myth-of-moviesbig-fat-spoilers-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112853539262357655</id><published>2005-10-06T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T02:52:42.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Retarded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like the job at Spagheddies wasn't what I expected it to be. They want someone who is going to be committed to the job for a long time, and I am a fickle minded bastard who can't make up his mind. Therefore conclusion is, fuck that, just carry on in PB for like a month or 2.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy to know new people, too lazy to introduce myself, too lazy to prove my worth at work, too lazy to adjust to new places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not in those jobs whereby u have to pester everyone to buy a ticket to "save the children" for 10 bucks so that u can earn $1 commission for every booklet u sell. There's this retard down at Raffles, he is the what u define as....fucking irritating. Not only he comes and pester u, he tried to act friendly, say wow good looking u are and u make him drool, how much he believes in what a good person u are. Then to top if off, &lt;i&gt;he gives personalised accents to whoever he is talking to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah u read it right, he is that fucking desperate, and I think he need to get his geography right. He comes to me, telling me that I look KOREAN, but talks to me like a Honkie trying to sell me bah kua. First of all, I DO NOT LOOK KOREAN. I dont have sqinty eyes, I dont have long frizzy hair. If u want a Korean, THIS is how a Korean looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/park_ji_sung_mufc_profile_2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/park_ji_sung_mufc_profile_20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/320/park_ji_sung_mufc_profile_20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the squinty eyes and long hair, that's a full blooded Korean right there. Now compare this with my best attempt at being Korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/sqinty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/320/sqinty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait for myhair to grow for this pic, so this is the best thing I could do to look Korean. And if I look like that all the time, I'd rather stab my tongue to the ground with a pitchfork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Koreans do NOT talk like Hong Kong people. Korea and HongKong are a FAR FAR way from each other. Probably he failed his geography, and as a result couldn't get into a tertiary sch. Which led to desperation which made him become the fucking Chameleon that he is today. Good job Juice Asia Marketing Pte Ltd(Printed on the back of his shirt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm on this topic about retards, let's talk about retards in restaurants. I've been working in the restaurant for a good time now, so I've had my fair share of retards. I understand that some people are allergic to certain kinds of food products like maybe red meat or seafood. But the most retarded thing is to be allergic to MSG. I mean, how do u test these things? Feed them MSG by the spoonfull and see if they get rashes? How the hell can u PINPOINT that the MSG is the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about allergies to seafood, Y do some people never learn. They KNOW they are allergic to seafood, but STILL FOR SOME FUCKING REASON, they show up in a SEAFOOD restaurant. Do I have to explain to u Y we only have SEAFOOD on our menu? If u want meat, please just take a walk down to the Black Angus, and get ur meal there. Do not show up in my restaurant and proceed to piss the living hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse of the lot, are vegetarians. I don't know y, but vegetarians are just the FUSSIEST bunch of people I have ever seen. I'm not sure if it's the lack of proteins that seriously fuck up thier minds or something, but something is DEFINITELY wrong with thier minds. They show up at a seafood restaurant expecting a vegetarian menu. I mean seriously wtf. Which part of SEAFOOD don't u understand. Then they make up a big fuss about Y THE HELL DON'T WE HAVE A VEGETARIAN MENU. Y the hell should we have one? (Ok actually we do, but then I don't think u're worth going through all the trouble to get u ur oh so pure vegetarian food). Let's make a simple analogy shall we? I'm a carnivore, I walk into a vegetarian restaurant, then I ask for the meat menu. It's incredibly dumb right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of u are thinking, y attack them, they're just vegetarian. I don't have any problems with vegetarians, I just have a problem with stupid people. Unfortunately, my job scope requires me to deal with them all the time. That's right, I'm allergic to stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112853539262357655?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112853539262357655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112853539262357655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112853539262357655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112853539262357655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/10/retarded-seems-like-job-at-spagheddies.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112842141930556490</id><published>2005-10-04T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T00:47:56.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have happened this past week. Basically this is my FIRST week of waiting for NS. My career in NYP has come to a dramatic finish, with me giving a half assed presentation of a half-finished project. Surprisingly, the independent marker was like a obedient dog and listened to what I had to say about the project instead of shooting me with a automatic rifle like the first presentation. After doing my part of the AES, I bid goodbye to my &lt;s&gt;fucked up&lt;/s&gt; beloved school. Normally, I'd feel abit weird for a last day at work/sch, but this time, I felt relieved. It was finally time for me to go, time for me to spit on the walls of NYP and not come back. To future JC dropouts/'O' level students/anyone going to poly, DO NOT CHOOSE NANYANG POLY, U WILL REGRET FOR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, things have been shitty as usual. It's just isn't what it used to be anymore. I'm no more motivated to do a good job, even dear says so that it's not what it used to be, not the Palm Beach we knew back then, now it's the People's Republic of China. I think I work there, my chinese improve, and my english suck now. I may get fucked for this but China people = the epitome of LAZINESS. No wonder they have like 1,306,313,812 people there but then they have NOTHING to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially become a fishball maker apprentice. Working there made me think about lots of things, because that's the only thing I can do there, other than staring at the wall and hallucinate. I can just sit there and like wait for a customer to come in for like 2 hours, while in the meantime I've been reading last month's You Zou Kan till this month. It's amazing how they survive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tml I'll be going down for an interview at Spagheddies. Meow says it's a cool place to work in, just that the pay is lower, I'll see how it goes and then decide by myself. I think after working at PB, I'll find the job at western restaurants much easier. Hopefully the experience I gained at that place will help me in my next 2 jobs.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112842141930556490?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112842141930556490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112842141930556490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112842141930556490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112842141930556490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/10/many-things-lots-of-things-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112740079836467049</id><published>2005-09-22T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:12:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/Creachy(front).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/Creachy(front).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update (In no particular order at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have made a earth shattering decision this week. I have decided to fuck Palm Beach and sell fishballs.....at least for 2 days per week that is. I have been wanting to leave that shithole for a long time, ever since I started attachment at IRAS. Now with that new DM there, I'm fighting a political war. long story put short, the damn bitch doesn't want to admit her mistake and then pushed all the blame to me. She deserves to grow bald on the head and have hair all over her body for doing that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Canon job Terence is having now looks not bad, I'd give it a try IF THEY'D FUCKING HIRED ME. For 3 times Adrian that dickhead called me asking me if I'd want to work, and for 3 times he said he'd call me back, and for 3 times, he didn't. Do I look like someone who likes one-night-stands? Maybe he forgot to call me, he couldn't remember my name, or maybe he just thought I wasn't INTERESTED IN THE JOB(which is what he told Terence). I'd be interested if u'd tell me more about it u jackass. Am I not interested in the job, or are u just not interested in hiring me? Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing some calculations, I have decided that working 2 days at the fishball shop and 2 days at the shithole would get me by. And the amount of shit endured would be way less. So I'll be taking over the Master Fishball Maker Eric. After what I think should be a month, he has stepped down and given me the glorious task of making beautifully crafted OVAL fishballs. Anyway I'll be going down tues for a short interview, I wonder what qns they are going to ask me to work in a noodle shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are u interested in fishballs?" Ans : I'm interested in eating them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do u have experience in selling noodles?" Ans : No, but I do sell lobsters and crabs for fun in my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do u think u have what it takes to succeed in this noodle shop?" Ans : Well, I do understand that selling noodles is a WHOLE SHITLOAD OF WORK to do, but I am willing to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I can't think of anymore qns, if u got any u can either tag my board/leave a comment/email me/write it on a piece of paper, fold it into a boat, proceed to ur nearest reservoir and sail it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, can anyone please tell me what is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/creachy(side).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/320/creachy%28side%29.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/Creachy(front).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/320/Creachy%28front%29.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear and me have named it creachy, because we have absolutely no idea what the hell it is. Her mother says it's the result of a whale and frog mating together, Eric says it's the result of 2 pokemon mating together, dear says it looks like a sushi. As for me, I have totally given up on guessing what it is, all I know is when I look at it I just want to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone wants to warrant a guess, please look above on ways to contact me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112740079836467049?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112740079836467049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112740079836467049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112740079836467049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112740079836467049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/09/update-in-no-particular-order-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112706288998800136</id><published>2005-09-19T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T02:24:45.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Study Room Rant&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my uncle is still humping my bed while sucking my family's finances and patience dry, I'm stuck in the computer room and I shall entertain myself with many paragraphs of shit that may or may not make sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bi·sex·u·al (b-sksh-l) - Relating to or having a sexual orientation to persons of either sex.(As given by dictionary.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that bisexuality is bullshit. It's either u are gay/lesbian or u are not. There is no way in hell u can have the best of both worlds. Apparently some people think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago, I was in the train on my way home. Then at this particular stop a group of people got in the train. Due to the lack of seats due to thier sheer size, they had to split up and 3 of them ended up sitting directly in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal, sitting in the middle was a &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt; man, on his left was an &lt;strong&gt;Indian&lt;/strong&gt; girl, on his right was a &lt;strong&gt;Indian&lt;/strong&gt; man. So this &lt;strong&gt;Indian&lt;/strong&gt; girl had her hands around the &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt; man's arms, and her head on his shoulders. This is a very normal situation to be in. Then the &lt;strong&gt;Indian &lt;/strong&gt;man, out of fucking nowhere LEANS on the guy, and the &lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt; man promptly replies with....his arms over the GUY'S shoulders. His friend even took a picture of it as if it was amazing to him also, and the guy just uses his left hand to give a thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What...The...Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to poke my eyes and replace them with some back-up eyes I bought from the body shop to quadruplly trillion times confirm what had unraveled in front of me. I tried to deceive myself that the girl was his SISTER, and that he was just downright gay. Unless he is Michael-fucking-Jackson, I dont see the possibility of an Indian girl being siblings with a Filipino man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had rid that memory when just now in the train it all happened again. Same thing, 2 guys and a girl. Guy A has arms over girl and girl is lying on his shoulders. Guy B then has his hands on guy A's thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I didn't stress that enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy B then has his hands on guy A's thighs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godammit can't they keep thier hands on thier OWN thighs, even if u wanted to put ur hands on another person's thighs, make it of the opposite sex. I cannot stress enough how visually disturbing it is to see a guy touching another male's thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with dear just now, and she was saying that she didn't want her child to talk to themselves while walking because it means they are just SIAO. Well I gave it some thought and I also have a top 5 list of things I wouldn't want my children to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Have Ashton Kutcher from my 70's show hairstyle. Fortunately I do have direct control over this. Can u imagine a 5 yr old kid with a hairstyle like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/1600/ashton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4470/1232/320/ashton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually...I just don't want to get Punk'd by my own child, it's embarassing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Have them run around the train like the ice-skaters on Disney On Ice...all over the place. The moment I smell them doing that I'm going to chain them to the pole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do drugs. It's ok if u want to go for underage smoking or drinking. BUT DON'T DO DRUGS. When I say drugs I mean designer drugs, not cheap stuff u find in the aerosol cans, there is dignity even when u are an addict.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Be homo. I just don't want to introduce my son's boyfriend or my daughter's girlfriend to anyone 30 years down the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Name themselves Jason/Michelle/Eric. No offence but I just have problems with these names. Wawhawhaw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently there has been a brutal murder in Singapore involving 2 maids. Obviously, it made headlines on every tabloid available in Singapore. Understandable, since she DID chop that body up, but dammit, get over it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already bad enough that it's overhyped up to the max, then they have to drag the husband and kids into it? It was the mother who killed that woman, not the kids, not the husband or her father's uncle or her niece's cousins. U got the killer, deal with her first, y publicise the family? NOW everyone knows the mother killed someone in Singapore, and where ever they go they will be labeled as a killer's children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the deceased husband admits to having a "fling" while the deceased was in Singapore busy being made into Kuay Chap. Great, he will now be known as "the bastard who cheated on a dead woman", good going New Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they have to make it worse by exposing the whole Filipino community's sex lives. Do u seriously want to know who ur maid is sleeping with on a Sunday/Saturday? Do u want to engage in conversations with ur maids and discuss ur sex lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make any sense y these idiots are even reporting this bullshit. I'd rather read a article on a cat being gang-raped by 6 mice simultaneously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112706288998800136?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112706288998800136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112706288998800136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112706288998800136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112706288998800136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/09/study-room-rant-since-my-uncle-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112697756319259003</id><published>2005-09-18T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:19:23.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Birthdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really cared about birthdays that much. Partly because every year as far as I can remember, something bad happens on my birthday. Last year I had to endure work, the year before that I had 4 tests on my birthday itself. The year before that, my classmates didn't heed my warning as to "DON'T CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY". They had the cake all by themselves while I was out somewhere. And almost EVERYYEAR, I fall sick someway somehow on that particular day.Judging by all these things, I can safely conclude that BIRTHDAYS = SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this year that is. In my first time in almost 20 years(can't count baby birthdays), I had a REAL celebration. What I thought was going to be just dinner outside turned out to be a helluva big surprise. I was at home preparing to leave my house to meet dear at 4. Music turned up loud and just chilling. Then suddenly she called my phone and asked me to open my door. It was a shocking experience. I think the only thing that could surprise me more was that she told me she was pregnant with triplets and I have to spend the rest of my life thinking whether my kids would turn out to be like XingZhen/Zhi/Rong.(3 merlion sisters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she revealed to me my PRESENTS!!!!WWOWOWOOWOWOW PRESENTS!!!!!! Haven't received them in years. Trust me, the only thing I got from my parents this year was a piece of paper wishing me happy birthday on my table. First thing revealed was a picture frame with a collage of her and me in it. It's very nice and it sits proudly on my now CLEAN AND SHINY table. She also got me a small pouch for my MP3 player, and a HUGE card handwritten. She has always had a knack of making these cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for dinner at Crystal Jade. Has quite alot to eat, or probably I felt full because I was downing the tea so fast to sooth my nose which was running like Speedy Gonzales.In the end had to go get panadol which was (as usual) USELESS. I think they need to have a panadol for frequent users, with 10 times the dose and 10 times the risk, you're bound to be cured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we strolled Far East plaza and saw the merlion herself......XING ZHEN. Not once but THRICE in the same building. I think I look like a ghost in my flu state, when she saw me as if like saw a ghost. She had a haircut and action to dear...but dear say EEEEEE. Wawhahwha well done dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the journey home we saw Merlion #2...XINGRONG. I was hoping to hit a hat trick and see if we met Xing Zhi anot. I think she doesn't like to go out or something, I've only saw her twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other then the fact my nose was redder then a baboon's ass, I truly enjoyed my birthday. I guess it's in who u celebrate it with eh. THANKS DEAR FOR EVERYTHING U'VE DONE!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112697756319259003?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112697756319259003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112697756319259003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112697756319259003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112697756319259003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthdays-ive-never-really-cared-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112660102688754889</id><published>2005-09-13T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:43:48.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the news that one of my friends has got Leukemia. That's really bad. Now everyone is like looking for ways to help her and all that. I can't donate my bone marrow to her because our blood types are different. Financially I can give a little but then, when I say a little, I MEAN a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning of this incident I was like holy shit CANCER. That's something really big and bad to have. Thinking back, we weren't close, but then she's still a friend. We used to take smoke breaks together and went to our gp member's house to do our projects. We did have our fun times together just sitting down and just talking together as a gp. Now she is terminally ill, I feel responsible to help out, in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also made me learn that we are fragile, one moment we can be talking and hanging out, another moment later who know what the hell will happen. I wondered if it was because of her smoking that caused this. We both have pretty long history in smoking, I started when I was 14/15, and only stopped earlier this year. I'm pretty sure she was about that time also. Then again, my grandfather has been smoking for his whole life, 2 packs a day, + like half a dozen cans of Stout everyday, nothing has ever happened to him. I can't help but think that it's all been decided already and no matter what u do, nothing is going to change that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, just do whatever u want, no use controlling. For those who want to go rob a bank or just walk around in orchard in just ur underwear, go do it. U'll never know when disaster will strike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112660102688754889?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112660102688754889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112660102688754889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112660102688754889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112660102688754889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/09/thinking-back-i-just-got-news-that-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112564920495103866</id><published>2005-09-02T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:20:08.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Prawn Shells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with &lt;a href="http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;dear&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. Was coughing but then had to go down and get my pay from Palm Beach. Though little, but already planned to save money for this month, and it's better than not having anything at all. They were saying this time need to get working schedule very good, because everyone coming down to get pay. I was like so Cek Ak(cruel in hokkien, I dont know how to spell), use money as a bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my pay, time to have some good food. Went to Seoul Garden despite my cough and a bit of a blocked nose. Had alot of food there, been such a long time since I felt so full. Anyway I de-shelled some prawns for dear. She so enthu want to join in. But she slow and the ratio of her prawns and mine is 2 : 10. She said I was the first one to eat her shelled prawns. Thanks dear, I'm so honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had too much to eat and was feeling bloated, so we sat down and rested abit outside Taka. She was sleeping on my shoulders then she suddenly wake up say no more pain already. I didn't even know she had a stomach ache. She only told me she was bloated and needed to rest. Sorry dear I know u these few days stomach not very well then I still bring u there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to prepare for work now. It's going to be another long night....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112564920495103866?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112564920495103866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112564920495103866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112564920495103866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112564920495103866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/09/prawn-shells-went-out-with-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112514878336833763</id><published>2005-08-27T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T21:19:44.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruined Surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with &lt;a href="http://ahjingz.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. It was our 3rd monthsary(word?), we did have a pre-celebration on thurs. She wanted to give me a surprise on Thurs, by popping up in my sch after her test. Then some idiot told her that her lesson was going to end 3 instead of 12. So she was telling me that she had wanted to come down and find me but then her lesson was going to end early. Then after that another idiot told her that her lesson was indeed going to end 12. In short, she bombed her own surprise. If she didn't tell me that she was going to find me, I wouldn't have known. Well, another time then dear. Thanks anyway for the thought dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I was going to give her a surprise already. I was well prepared. My plan was PERFECT.  I was going to go down town to get her the gift, a 4 legged creature from Action City, on Thurs. But since she came down to find me then I couldnt get the gift. So I got it on Fri itself, then go down to her school to scare her brains out. I was well aware that she WILL have the thought that I'd go down and find her, and that was what the gift for. ALREADY I left home very early so that I wouldn't miss her(read 2 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the inevitable happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lesson ended early. Not JUST early. VERY DAMN EARLY. Like not-even-supposed-to-start-at-that-time early. She was supposed to have a lesson at 3, and end 5. Turns out her lesson ended 3.30. LAME. This was the same bastard lesson that spoiled my surprise a few months ago, when her lesson ALSO ended early. Ended up I meet her at the MRT station. Wasn't the way I wanted the day to start out, but it turned out fine, I really enjoyed myself yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to burn down Ngee Ann Poly blk 53. DIE U MASS COMM BASTARDS!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112514878336833763?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112514878336833763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112514878336833763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112514878336833763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112514878336833763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/08/ruined-surprises-i-was-out-with-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112480911735324800</id><published>2005-08-23T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T23:36:50.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the longest time period I haven't blogged. Must have lost many readers(do I have any?) due to my sheer laziness. Quite alot of things have happened during these past 2 weeks, so I'll just state down here what I remember with this super brain of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all &lt;a href="http://tagrence.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terence&lt;/a&gt; got himself a blog, duely named, tagrence. That little bitch didn't even dare to put a tagboard on. Sly little pussy u. Kudos to &lt;a href="http://michjournal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; for tricking him to get himself registered just to post a comment on ur blog. U lured him in using his instinct to tag, and then went in for the kill. Nice one Mich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past 2 weeks, people have the tendency to piss me off really bad. First was at work where someone spoke behind my back and complained to my supervisor about the way I spoke to Natalie on the walkie. I speak to u the way I want to and there is nothing u can do about it. If only Natalie hadn't pissed me off by just throwing customers into my station continously for 2 hours, I would have kept my temper in check for that night. I don't find myself wrong in telling her to come and do the work herself, as I was already very busy with all the new customers in. Best thing is, this isn't the first time this has happened. Seems like I'm a marked man down at the restaurant, everyone's out to get me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in sch there is my supervisor who seems to think I am the Ultimate-Programming-Machine. He wants me and my partner to develop a Cashier POS program that can be changed into anything that he pleases to sell. Do I look like Bill Gates or John Carmack to u? EVEN if I was that damn good, I'd squash u with my almighty brain of mine and say fuck off. He doesn't even give us proper documentation of what to do, no architecture. NOTHING. At this point of time, I'd like any kind of documentation, even fly shit on paper would look good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I also recently found out that my partner has been bad-mouthing me also. I got no complaints that u are not happy with me. In fact I'm not happy at myself for being so inefficient, but I can't help it as I really have no idea on how to get about doing it. Believe me, if I knew how to do the work, I'd sit there and be on my way. I'll just forget what u told my friend about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and watched Wedding Crashers with &lt;a href="http://ahjingz.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear&lt;/a&gt; recently also. That show is some funny shit. As for those who watched the show already, u should know y the show was rated NC16 just for that scene at the dinner table. Speaking about that, when I was buying the tickets for the show, dear was beside me and the ticket woman asked for her IC.&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;She looks younger than 16. I told her that in my near 20 years I have lived, this has to be the first time I got checked for going to the cinema. In fact I thought it wasn't going to happen at all.&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten into clubs and bought cigarettes since young and nothing happened. I guess I really look old eh. Anyway I laughed at her, REVENGE for the bridal shop incident. Wahwahw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sch is the same, been watching Joey recently. It's pretty funny with Joey retaining his trademark dumbassness(word?). Then I found this stand up comedy video in the shared folders with this guy called Russell Peters. He is a damn funny indian I tell u. His jokes are racist, yet so very damn true. Doing work in between but basically not really much done. I'm beginning to wonder that can I just get serious, or do I just don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and lesson for the 2 weeks, don't have high hopes for anything because it's going to be a very high fall.(Dear, this isn't for u ok? Don't get upset)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112480911735324800?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112480911735324800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112480911735324800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112480911735324800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112480911735324800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/08/update-i-think-this-is-longest-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112364627515742478</id><published>2005-08-10T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:06:31.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;National day brings out the best and worse in Singaporeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early to have breakfast yesrerday. Went down only to be greeted by a big swarm of REDS all over the place. Even the coffeeshop workers were all wearing red. I didn't know Singaporeans had such a patriotic spirit inside of them. Well done Khatib residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother " hiao" and said...next yr let's all wear red on National Day. Next yr National Day I'd be diving for dead sting ray fossils... The best thing was that she herself said after that she didn't have a red T-shirt. I see where I got my smart ass genes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet &lt;a href="http://ahjingz.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear&lt;/a&gt; at City Hall after that. Made our way to Marina Square, it was there I found the biggest burger I have ever eaten. The burger was like thicker...and wider than a Whopper. It had 2 humongous patties, what seemed like whole slab of cheese, a whole lettuce and a big fat slice of tomato. I'd definitely go back for it again. Although not that quick, pretty expensive for fast food.10 bucks for a combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that just walked around aimlessly at Marina Square, then went past this bridal shop. The guy there walked up to me and asked me if I was engaged to dear anot.&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;Do I really look that old? He even asked me if I was still studying anot, then when I answered yes he just walked away. I don't have the student look issit? I know I yr 4 already also don't need like that. Dear still laugh and laugh and laugh so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were planning to go to the Esplanade to watch the fireworks. Then &lt;a href="http://www.-luvzhen-.blogspot.com/"&gt;XingZhen&lt;/a&gt; told us she was going to the Merlion alone. She has some problems with her boyfriend, so us, being the passionately helpful couple we are, decided to join her at the Merlion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded down the fireworks show on digicam. I realised that watching it live and watching it on a video screen is really diffferent. The sounds the effects all are lacking on video screen. It's like watching a gun fired on TV and having one fired right there beside u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that came the dreaded journey home. What seemed to be the whole of the Singaporean population was in the MRT station, so it was obviously going to be very crowded in the trains.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this old man telling his grandaughter to "push to get in" behind me....What the hell happened to teaching our kids the right things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when he couldn't get in, he started to scold this girl saying that she was pushing his grandaughter out and what happened if she got hurt, she is just a small kid blah blah blah. Fuck, it was HIM in the first place who told his grandaughter to "push to get in". Then when his master plan failed, he anyhow blame the girl who was just trying to turn to face the door. He deserved the middle finger the girl gave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said out "kan ciong Singaporeans"...and I heard a few laughs. Ultimately I was dissappointed at that old man's behaviour, he's worse than a 14 yr old teenager with raging hormones. Next time I'll tell my grandaughter to push to get in the train, u never know what might be lurking in the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112364627515742478?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112364627515742478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112364627515742478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112364627515742478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112364627515742478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-brings-out-best-and-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112299678221573670</id><published>2005-08-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:33:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NDU Selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning felt nostalgic. Woke up 0615, the sky was still dark. How long has it been since I woke up when the sky was still dark....65 gajillion years ago to be exact. Anyway I was walking on the way to the MRT, I noticed many small little monsters in school uniforms. It really IS that early isn't it. It suddenly felt like secondary school all over again, it reminded me of the times I spent in secondary school....The tennis ball soccer, jumping off 1 story onto the high jump mat, wrestling on the sit-up mats, shooting paper bullets in POA classes....those were the seriously moronic days...when I thought DIFFERENT IS COOL. I have since reformed my ways and become the rubber suited crimefighter that I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached Admiralty MRT at 0715, thinking that since this was a NAVY selection, people would be smart enough not to fuck around and be punctual. Nope none of that happened despite my prayers. Waited there FOR the latecomers for like an hour and left only 0815. Then big group was split into smaller gp. Smallest gp was for NDU(Naval Diving Unit...think Commandoes of the sea)....I was selected for that. SHIT. Whatever happened to having a normal army life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the Naval Base at 0830, then did stupid tests about patterns for like 2 hours. After that did some physical fitness tests for like 15 mins. Had NAVY lunch after that, surprising tasted pretty good to me. The others were complaining about how sucky it was...i dont care, U're delicious no matter what they say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that came the dreaded MEDICAL TEST, the most time-consuming event ever to have been invented by the army. 3/4 of the time was spent WAITING to get manhandled my the medics. But it was during this time that I found 2 retards within us. The medic was asking who has short-sightedness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retard 1 : Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic : On both eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retard 1 : No... one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic : How deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retard 1 : 700&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic : So the other eye ok ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retard 1 : No, 700+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic : THAT MEANS BOTH EYES LAH!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously how can this guy survive out there with that prawn brain of his? Does he not understand the concept of "Both"? The second guy (incidentally his friend) was no better. Medic AGAIN asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic : Anyone got asthma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic : Anyone with any known medical issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retard 2 : Yes....I have childhood asthma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medic : ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after this brief stint of entertainment, it was back to tests tests and MORE tests, after which was a swimming test that lasted all of 1:03 (my timing)mins in the pool. Then an interview which lasted like 5 mins. Add these time up, + the efficientcy of the Singapore Navy, cross divide that by the earth's total rotation around the sun, the whole selection took....11 hours and 30 mins to complete. I can't believe I woke up 0615 for this shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112299678221573670?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112299678221573670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112299678221573670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112299678221573670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112299678221573670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/08/ndu-selection-today-morning-felt.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112256643309754161</id><published>2005-07-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:00:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, it has been a week since I updated here. I guess I've been busy with playing &lt;a href="http://www.candystand.com"&gt;Candystand&lt;/a&gt; pool all the day. Let's start with what I did on Monday...Hmm....went to sch, then went to work. The rest is all fuzzy wuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was important. It was my anniversary with &lt;a href="http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;dear.&lt;/a&gt; We got ourselves rings as presents. Well if u look at the ring u wouldn't think it's a couple ring. It looks kind of like a ring u'd wear like an accessory. Well, dear chose the design so don't ask me. We had went for dinner at Crystal Jade(her fav restaurant) after that and as usual she eat until damn full at there, always the case with Crystal Jade. Happy belated anniversary dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I had lunch with Eric. Ate the legendary LAKSO, and for the first time the musical popiah uncle screwed up my order. After that went down to Cold Storage to see the Jurong influenced pricing it had. They were selling a 4-pack of apple juice for $7.25. Then on another shelf they had seperate bottles of the EXACT SAME apple juice going for $1 per bottle. My dead blind cat would choose buying 4 seperate bottles instead of the 4-pack. Whoever buys the 4-pack deserves to get stabbed with a rake in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to print out something from sch so I went down at er.....1630, left the place at 1715 for work. At work I worked this girl named Yu Yi. Pronounced as raincoat. Yes, WTF is up with these china names man. There's also this guy called Xing Xing(stars) also. I seriously think the parents were high on weed when they chose names for their children. They might as well name them after electrical appliances like toaster or plasma TV. I'm glad my mother smokes Kent lights instead of marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did the normal Clarence thing and went to sch at 12 instead of 0830. The thing is I didn't even want to go sch but I did because &lt;a href="http://babykyoko.blogspot.com"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt; said that he was meeting Rizal and &lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/glitzkid/"&gt;Meow&lt;/a&gt; after thier graduation ceremony for lunch. Time frame given was 12. Actual time we met each other was NEVER. Everyone overslept for the graduation ceremony and didn't bother to come. WTF I don't know to say whether it's cool we all have the Clarence attitude or should I say it's sad that we think like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with dear after waiting till 2. She was feeling moody today so I tried to give her a surprise by popping up at her sch. Failed this attempt as she already figured it out. To be fair it was a last min decision. I'll make it up to u ok dear? After that I tried my best to cheer her up and I thought I was making progress until she realised she lost her &lt;a href="http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-tall-turtles-and-bears-my.html"&gt;pooh bear.&lt;/a&gt; Then it was all downhill from there and I failed miserably in cheering her up.  Felt abit lost when I saw her so sad. Then I realised how much I suck in consoling someone. I mean I knew I was bad in this but what I didn't know was how much I sucked in this. The black hole cannot compare to how much I sucked. Guess I need to work on my skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112256643309754161?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112256643309754161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112256643309754161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112256643309754161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112256643309754161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/update-lets-see-it-has-been-week-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112204333817471530</id><published>2005-07-22T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T22:42:18.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bad things always come in waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of this week, I've basically done the usual Clarence thing and come late to sch and leave early. Basically there is work to be done but then I dont have a damn clue on how to go about finishing it. All I know is I need to link a XML file to a Java application. Seriously Benedict doesn't give clear instructions. All he did for the first day was say do the UI with database. Fine, then I asked him for a Database, he asked me to do an UI. Yeah in WHAT? Html? J2EE? Java? JSP? Nobody knows what he wants. He could have just wiped his snot on a piece of paper and ask me to code it, because what he told me doesn't make any sense whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I'm not the only one confused. The 2 guys in front of me also have basically no idea as to what the hell to do. They just roam around aimlessly as I do also. Well, the good thing is he himself personally said that he won't be in the lab often, he is going to run the risk of us not doing anything at all. Then he said (this is my fav) that HE himself doesn't know what to do with the equipment that is in the lab. Our lab has the most props around in the WHOLE of the sch. We have a touch screen cashier unit, a RFID scanner, some machine that looks like a laser gun and we even have a damn conveyor belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially we are GUINEA pigs to see if RFID can be integrated with current....cashier technology. If it fails, hey...at least the STUDENTS tried. But if it SUCCEEDS....it will be labeled DONE BY NYP. Bloody fuckers. They not even paying us to do this...Hell, we're PAYING them sch fees to let them abuse us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as if all this is not enough, the government decided to screw with me and sent me a letter for me to go for a selection at the Sembawang Naval Base. Which means, either I am drafted into the navy or WORSE, NDU. Both means...low pay....very hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good better happen these past few days, Eric, ut job is to get me that job at Brewerks...So I can bully ur ass at work also. Awhahwa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112204333817471530?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112204333817471530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112204333817471530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112204333817471530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112204333817471530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/bad-things-always-come-in-waves-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112178676559831718</id><published>2005-07-19T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T23:27:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd Week Of FYPJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse culture shock is still fresh even on this week. Mainly because I haven't been going to sch that much for the 1st week. Ok...I went for 2 days...happy? Today was the first time since FYPJ started that I have stayed through the OFFICIAL time. History is made, and as I reach this milestone, I'd like to thank Mr Benedict The, for making this possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he was assigned/screwed out of his balls /blindfolded ...... he has me, a student who has not touched Java in years, NEVER used Eclipse, with GPA 1.948 to do his POS(Point-Of-Sale) RFID( Radio Frequency Something Something) system. On top of that I have to take the Certification for WebSphere and I only JUST learnt how to create a project today. Monday I have to hand up some login that connects to the database and....I don't even have the database installed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these achievements, I couldn't have done it alone. Thanks The Benedict, it's going to be a very fun 11 weeks working against.....sorry, with u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112178676559831718?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112178676559831718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112178676559831718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112178676559831718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112178676559831718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/2nd-week-of-fypj-reverse-culture-shock.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112152589536455222</id><published>2005-07-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T22:58:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Distinguishable Singaporeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm bored. It's so bad, a rock on the side of the road has more things to do than I do right now. So in my everlasting quest to find something to occupy my time, I started to click on the "Next Blog" button above most blogs. In case u geniuses didn't know, it randomly brings u to some other person's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to ask...just HOW many Singaporeans own a blog? It's like for every 5 times I click on that button, at least 2-3 Singaporean blogs appear even though it's TOTALLY randomly chosen. How do I know that it's randomly chosen? Simple, when u click on the button and get linked to a arabian blog, u KNOW it's random. How do I know these are Singaporean blogs? Simple, from the way these people type. It's ridiculously OBVIOUS that these people are Singaporeans. MOST of the characteristics can be found &lt;a href="http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/blogs-that-change-way-i-look-at-things.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; Don't  get me started on that topic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also noticed how lazy foreign people are, when I say foreign...I mean FAR AWAY from Singapore. I do not consider Malaysia or Pulau Ubin to be....overseas. Foreign people do not have blog skins(familar?) Unlike their asian*cough*singaporean*cough* counterparts where almost EVERYONE has an irritating blog skin. One more thing, the average age of the Singaporean blogger is right about the range from 3- 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right I lied. It's actually 12-15. No kidding. I think I'm not as IT savvy as I thought I am. 12 yr old kids are blogging already and I only started like....last month?  Screw u idiots ...U make me look old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it legal to use blogger.com as a website host? I mean technically a blog IS a website...but I see people using it as an advertisement for healthcare products....insurance policies, and *gasps* PORN?!?!?! I don't think anyone looks for porn on the web with a blogspot.com tag behind it. Hell.....even christian "peeps" as they call it, are using blogger.com as a webhost for thier bible study, prayer requests, tickets to heaven, "How to convert everybody to be come a christian like u" tips or whatever christian stuff they might have. This is abuse as far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...untill someone gives me a FEASIBLE suggestion on what to do for the next few days...this is what I'm going to be doing all the time. Please....someone date me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS : I just watched the news and it stated that in certain parts of Japan, they need to have licenses to ride a bicycle. What the hell....soon we will need licenses to breathe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112152589536455222?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112152589536455222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112152589536455222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112152589536455222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112152589536455222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/distinguishable-singaporeans-so-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112150644141801223</id><published>2005-07-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T17:34:01.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost Directions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past one year, been working so much at the restaurant till I am already sick and tired of that place. If it wasnt for the money, I wouldn't want to go back to that place and work. Thought that attachment would give me a good change of environment, no shit, it did give me a change of environment, as well as a lot little money also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've decided to give myself a break from that place for my first 2 weeks in school. Turns out to be a bad thing. I've never felt more restless in my life before. It's like so many things are in front of me yet I am not motivated to pick them up. I have a damn PS2 XBOX and a electric guitar at home yet I don't feel like playing them at all. School's a bore also...I don't even have a damn machine to work on. Then again, even if I did I wouldn't do anything productive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like complaining on my blog anymore, simply because there is ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY nothing to complain about. Ironic isn't it, when I have to go work it's a chore. Yet when I free myself from work... I feel bored and restless. Humans....always trying to achieve the unachievable(spelling?) "Perfect Balance".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112150644141801223?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112150644141801223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112150644141801223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112150644141801223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112150644141801223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/lost-directions-this-past-one-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112124225908778194</id><published>2005-07-13T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T16:10:59.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;School Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to imagine that I am back in sch after so long. After a short holiday and 3 months in IRAS, I am finding hard to adapt to school life once again. It's a culture shock to me to see so many people I know all together in one building. Not to mention the people I dont know(yr 1 freshmens) all crowding around being excited about sch...it's annoying. They haven't got to the shittier part of the semester yet, I want to see them burn in hell, lucky I'm in sch to actually witness thier downfall. wawahwah ( and yes that includes U Terence, u're the first person on my list I want to burn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the first day I went to the briefing and got an idea of what to expect during my LAST stint in school.  As told by &lt;a href="http://babykyoko.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt; , the motto of the sch is...."expect it". When u thought it couldn't get any worse, NYP sure deals u with a fair share of shit. It's only been 3 days and already I am feeling sian of sch. Like how they expect u to actually do 8 hours of self study in the library for the whole week just because the coordinator screwed up. 8 hours? In the library? I dont think the librarian actually stays there for 8 hours straight, not to mention ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days I've been doing nothing. Go sch in the morning, have breakfast then go out slack for the next few hours. If I feel good I would stay to sign out, but most of the time I feel bad.  So I'd ask Xiew Xiang(until now I STILL don't know how to spell her name) to sign out for me. Unfortunately for her, she got me as a partner. She has already told me not to slack too much, she will be scared. I believe my attitude will rub off on her, it always does....ahwhawh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I got The Benedict(Yes that's his real name and that's how he calls himself also) as my supervisor. Got abit of mixed feelings about it, on one hand he has high expectations, on the other hand he's a good supervisor, very willing to help out. People have been telling me that "OH U DIE ALREADY DAMN STRESSED". Well....we shall see how things plan out. After all, PEOPLE said Saddam had nuclear weapons...and we all know how THAT went out didn't we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112124225908778194?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112124225908778194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112124225908778194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112124225908778194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112124225908778194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/school-life-its-hard-to-imagine-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112101281938143276</id><published>2005-07-11T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:26:59.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y do brainless people live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever met people that...take advantage of ur good will do help them? It's fucking annoying how they keep asking u to do things for them because, u did it before. What? Am I obliged to do the things that U should be doing? Just because I did it before, doesn't mean I have to do it everytime right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of good will u help them once then it becomes ur job? If it doesn't get done they go..."Oh Clarence never do". Or...."Aiyah Clarence will do it one lah." Please, it's not my job to do closing. It's not my job to clean up after ur mess while everyone sits there and wait. My job is to take orders, do some service,  and just get along with my life. If u sold ur soul to ur company, fine with me. I didn't.. so stop bugging me. It's not my problem that u dont have enough workers to do closing for u because frankly, I dont give a flying fuck anymore. I am not a NS-MEN on standby, 24 hours u want workers to come down can come down work. Sorry..I have a life to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good relations doesn't include slavery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112101281938143276?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112101281938143276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112101281938143276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112101281938143276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112101281938143276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/y-do-brainless-people-live-have-u-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112089093815236645</id><published>2005-07-09T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T14:36:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Review of ISP Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my attachment on fri. Finally I don't need to go to the office and drool. Now it's time to go to school and drool. On fri I REALLY wanted to give the place respect and stay till 5 for once. But &lt;a href="http://otototot.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amin&lt;/a&gt; and me decided that it was too depressing and left at 3+. Typical NYP student thinking I must say. The best thing was that I only sat down in office at 230pm. Respect my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are a few things I found really interesting there(no it's not the people). I find it amusing that a government agency such as IRAS could really allow all these things to happen in the office. For example, the pantrIES. Note I used PLURAL. Yes the office has 2 pantries. One dry pantry and another wet pantry. As the name suggests, one is for eating and one is for drinking. Very nice logic there. So basically I can't drink in the dry pantry and if I eat there and want to have a drink, I needed to go over to the wet pantry to drink.(I really asked this and they told me yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/6859/boilers4hp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FALL IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then if there isn't supposed to be drinks in the dry pantry, y the hell would u have 6 boilers there when there is NO water supply at ALL. If I needed hot water, I would have just went to the wet pantry to use the water dispenser instead of bringing the boiler all the way there to fill up and bring it back to the dry pantry, wait for the water to boil and so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to another thing. Pantries are meant for resting, leisure activities , birthday parties etc. Not for meetings, discussions or any work related things. Those things are meant for the MEETING room. They even made the effort to put a damn whiteboard inside there for doodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 407px; height: 303px;" src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2975/pantry1tk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't even eat in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singapore government always has pushed racial harmony. They want it so bad...that they arrange racial harmony day. U're not going to make me wear a damn tudung for one day, then have IRAS all blow ur Racial Harmony shit to pieces. That's right, IRAS is RACIST. They gave Amin this for a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 292px;" src="http://img75.imageshack.us/img75/5821/amincom9ts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note that on the right side, that is the REAL colour of the screen most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow sweet. This is one of the perks of working in a government agency isn't it? Good computers to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 392px; height: 290px;" src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/7993/mycom6ro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Presenting the comlocepsauraus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pity Naren, he got the EXACT same machine as me, with a monitor that goes purple on him all the time, and he needed to open VISUAL STUDIO on that piece of shit. If it's anything I learnt in attachment, it's being more patient and learning to appreciate the things given to me. Its ridiculous that they reap 16 BILLION in taxes every year, and all they have to offer me is $450 a month BUNDLED with that computer, and a small counter they CLAIM to be my workstation. Maybe it's me that's used to having a big ass table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/8339/desk8vq.jpg" /&gt; vs &lt;img style="width: 168px; height: 124px;" src="http://img83.imageshack.us/img83/3401/mytable6sv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Would u rather see a guy with a messy table, or a guy with a table as clean as my&lt;br /&gt;shiny ass, it's ur choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, the government is over taxing us on everything. Now I know where they get the money to build the useless LRT and the circle line. These 3 months have changed my perception of the Singapore government.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112089093815236645?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112089093815236645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112089093815236645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112089093815236645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112089093815236645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/review-of-isp-office-i-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112040915206917880</id><published>2005-07-07T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:27:43.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "4"&gt;Singapore Zoo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I went to the Zoo with my &lt;a href = "http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;. There I noticed some disturbing things that are not supposed to happen to NORMAL animals. I suspect they genetically modified the animals there for our entertainment purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. The animals there are selfish. They don't share the food with other animals and finish it all by themselves. This squirrel is a perfect example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img86.imageshack.us/img86/542/selfishsquirrelresized6yj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Humans eat food, Squirrels kiss food.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for some corn...I was hungry after walking for so long, the squirrel acted nonchalant and continued eating. It even attempted to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img293.imageshack.us/img293/9962/eatcornresized0vj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Don't TOUCH my corn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tu lan and used my SUPERIOR body size to threaten the squirrel. The fella still won't budge. It will protect the corn with its LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img79.imageshack.us/img79/3457/eatcorn2resized5ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Till death do us part.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised I was fighting a squirrel. It was beneath me to do this and I promptly left the poor little animal in peace. So we went on to other exhibits, and found THIS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/8493/jackasspenguinresizededited9px.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;And u thought the Madagascar penguins were weird.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promptly declare the the ZOO is abusing it's animals for entertainment purposes. They dont even name the animals properly. On top of that, they over-feed the animals to make them gain size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/7548/hellafatpigresized7mk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Officially THE fattest pig EVER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img78.imageshack.us/img78/1854/fatfish2resized3bk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Baby loch-ness monster spotted in the Zoo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/8513/hugecowresized3ni.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;I'm sure whales dont have feet and live underwater.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these I can forgive. After all....this is called evolution right? All living things evolve into something better. It's natural. But issit natural for animals to be part of a cult?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/2650/prayingsheep5py.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;istheremailnity devotees in action.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far...only the animals were affected by the somewhat radioactive air around us. They probably have a weaker immune system as compared to us humans. I thought wrong. We were walking past this new exhibit under construction and my girlfriend told me this was a new exhibit for frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/6893/frogresized7hx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Elephfrog. Scientific name : sphinzisis froggyphitis iambatmanziphis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I picked up speed and faster left the zoo in fear of our lives. So next time when u decide to go to the zoo. Please bring with u a gas mask, radioactive suit (preferably with oxygen tank attached) and a kevlar vest just in case crazy squirrels start to attack u. You can never be too careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112040915206917880?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112040915206917880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112040915206917880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112040915206917880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112040915206917880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/singapore-zoo-lately-i-went-to-zoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112066683299345115</id><published>2005-07-06T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T00:22:25.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "4"&gt;What do WE do in Office everyday?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How issit that I can have 2 entries almost everyday? Where do I find the time to do so? Well in office of course. Let me fill u in on a normal day in office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img84.imageshack.us/img84/8233/drool1cg.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;If u look hard enough u can see drool dripping from my mouth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is me in 'office stance" If I'm not doing that, I'm either eating somewhere or at the arcade playing virtual striker. Although I look very busy, my screen always has this on : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/8746/comscreenedited6yh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Who cares about people walking about looking at my screen?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a total of 6 people that are doing attachment with me. This is Naren...on a normal day he looks like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/3737/championnaren6un.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;He's trying to emulate &lt;a href = "http://img291.echo.cx/img291/8901/clar6vx.jpg"&gt;me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he finds the time try to escape from his supervisor and join me for brunch or arcade breaks. The measures he takes are DRASTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/5381/bond7xh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;There's a camera on top of him. U just can't see it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's good old &lt;a href = "http://otototot.blogspot.com"&gt;Amin&lt;/a&gt;. Actually not really good because I'm jealous of him. Anyway he sits in the center of me and Naren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img204.imageshack.us/img204/3442/aminatcomedited0fj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Rich man complete with rich bastard smile&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he and Naren are in the same team. So basically they work together. What do u get when u put these 2 incredibly talented programmers together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/8818/analysingcode4af.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Don't be conned, they are analysing codes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well every day we go to &lt;s&gt;heaven&lt;/s&gt; the arcade to &lt;s&gt;spend money&lt;/s&gt; while our time away while we take our well-deserved 2 hour lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img269.imageshack.us/img269/1635/arcadeedited6aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Entrance to heaven&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that basically we repeat what we do in the morning and go home. Each at our own time and as and when we deem fit. For that...I label us the Band Of Champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img68.imageshack.us/img68/3245/bandofchampions1sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;It's hard to top us.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office is a boring place to work in, but it's sure an interesting place to be at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;PS : There's a comment link down there in case u idiots didn't notice. And ter, please for the love of god learn how to read properly.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112066683299345115?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112066683299345115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112066683299345115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112066683299345115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112066683299345115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-do-we-do-in-office-everyday-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112049412694947883</id><published>2005-07-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T00:23:01.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "4"&gt;Of tall turtles and bears&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href = "http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt; has found a way to become taller than me. Or HAS she? Without further a due........let me present in the red corner ......SHUJING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img292.imageshack.us/img292/3097/lookingatsomething15st.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;I'm taller then the Stamford Hotel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the blue corner....CLARENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img286.imageshack.us/img286/9932/lookingatsomething24vz.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;First prize = Free trip to Yun Nam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is taller? Verdict is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/158/sjisfinallytaller0tw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;YAY!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICTORY DANCE!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/228/headstand3el.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;How u like that headstand nigga?!?!?!?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost. Proven by that picture, but if I'm going down....u're going down WITH ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/3835/clarsquashedsj0vu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;I stand victorious!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was bullshitting u, HOW CAN I BE SHORTER THAN U DEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/8228/clarisstilltaller4cl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;U only were taller than the hotel. I COVERED it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually Shu Jing is almost as tall as a Giraffe. Seriously I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/473/heightedit6rx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;I tried hard to get the feet in the pic, but it's hard to beat physics&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I said ALMOST didn't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112049412694947883?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112049412694947883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112049412694947883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112049412694947883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112049412694947883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-tall-turtles-and-bears-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112044534418714999</id><published>2005-07-04T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T10:54:08.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "4"&gt;4th July 2k5&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice on the right side of the blog there is a tagboard, and ever since Terence that idiot discovered how to use it, he has been spamming my tagboard with axioms(I didn't even knew this word's existence) like "If Clarence can do it, so can I &gt;_&lt;" Er... Terence, it's no use. I've heard u say all the axioms in the world for 3/1/2 years, and u're STILL smoking like a chimney. You WILL and CANNOT succeed because u lack the &lt;a href="http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;motivation &lt;/a&gt;to do so. awhawhhawhaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about idiots, I've seen my fair share of them in these past few days. First there was the MRT idiots. I was at Raffles waiting for the train with my girlfriend when there was this gp of malays coming down the escalator. I already knew they were idiots the moment they boarded the escalator becasue I could HEAR them from the bottom. They were blasting dumb RAP jackshit from thier small little Hi-Fi system. The best thing was that they were not even listening to the songs played. They were making merry and laughing loudly, as if the music wasn't irritating enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that on my return journey, I spotted dumbasses again. This time they must have seen the idiots from before and thought, let's make it live. There they were, in a big gp, with boys and girls and 2 guys....promptly playing guitar on the TRAIN. I know u're trying to impress the girls but please, they dont look interested in u, they are more interested in the good looking guys who were TALKING to them. So guys, music is not the best way to a girl's heart, talking is. U can be a shredder on the guitar but if u dont talk to the girl, it means nothing to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These idiots won't even let me off at work. There was this table of customers who had this guy in a black t-shirt, funky black pants with those leather studded BELT on. Note I had  the word BELT in caps, I wanted everyone to know he had a BELT on, because he was wearing his pants so low, he had half his ASS out of the pants, and he had PINK boxers on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if he thought his dressing didnt show his ULTIMATE BRAIN POWER enough, he had the actions to back it up. He was asking his sister to pass him the water from one end of the table to another. So when he couldn't reach the bottle, he asked her to put it on the lady susan(the round thing in the middle of the table). She them promptly put it near(read : 3 cm away) the middle of the thing, then he tried to ROTATE the lady susan to reach the bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shit Issac Newton, u fucking failed ur physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is near the center, no matter now many RPM u make it turn, the damn bottle will STILL be in the middle. Fuck, is this concept so difficult to GRASP for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish Singapore had the Caste System, so I can make these people my slaves and shave my legs for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112044534418714999?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112044534418714999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112044534418714999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112044534418714999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112044534418714999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/07/4th-july-2k5-er.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-112011506361652117</id><published>2005-06-30T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:04:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30th June 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently serving my pre "going off attachment" break these couple of days. In total I got a 5 day weekend. 2 days MC + one day unaccounted for + weekend. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my MC is for real. I got it from my fav gay doctor Dr leong. He is cool. He gives MC for fun @ 6 bucks per day. Just go in say u got a headache and voila u got urself a spanking new MC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way he does his 'medical practice' is very unusual. Like today I went in and told him I have this pain in my right hip(real btw, I have early stages of rheumatism). He then proceeded to check my eyes and throat before asking me whether I need rest or medication(standard qn, standard ans). Like WTF? I didn't know my hip was connected to my throat and eyeballs. Maybe that's what they teach in medical school, the intricate network of nerves connecting ur right hip to ur throat and eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered during my 5 day weekend that Ngee Ann Poly is actually road safety park in disguise. I was there for my Intricate Con Job involving my &lt;a href = "http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;. I noticed on every side of the road, there was a railing like the ones u see for bus interchange queues. There was only an opening for zebra(singlish) crossings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things are highly annoying. If i wanted to get to somewhere on the OTHER side of the road, I have to cross one zebra crossing to another road, walk all the way to the other side to cross YET another zebra crossing to reach the building which was just.......on the other side of the road. It really didn't help that there were small networks of pathways that twist and turn around the pond, and u have absolutely no idea where the end of the pathway is because they lead u around in circles. It wasn't like that when I was working there sometime back, back then they had straight normal roads to walk on. What have they done in my absence.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know y Ngee Ann Poly students are constantly complaining about stress. After a long day at sch u expect to be going home in peace but NO..... The sch decided to build railings at the side of the roads, make u walk in circles, become dizzy and annoy the shit out of u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-112011506361652117?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/112011506361652117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=112011506361652117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112011506361652117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/112011506361652117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/30th-june-2005-currently-serving-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111994208098254100</id><published>2005-06-28T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T15:51:15.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size ="4"&gt;Abuse Of Students&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, attachment is coming to an end in another week +++++. Mainly, quite happy to get out of this place. Looking forward to a certain amount of things :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can wear sandals and shorts to sch. All time fav attire for anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;2) Sch is one stop away from my house, I dont need to squeeze in the train with KCS(Kan Ciong Singaporeans) all the way to Novena.&lt;br /&gt;3) Proper PCs to work with. &lt;br /&gt;4) Not having to wait 5 mins for *gasp* Google to load.&lt;br /&gt;5) Most of all, flexi hours. Although this is not confirmed, I WILL make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was saying, my attachment is going to finish and I am going to do my FYPJ in sch. Well AM I? &lt;a href = "http://babykyoko.blogspot.com"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt; told me that his FYPJ is going to end on the 15th July, while I end my IPP on 8th July. That leaves one week unaccounted for. Cool I got a one week break. Wait, this is NYP we're talking about, they abuse students. Suddenly the fairy godmother took over the board of directors and gave us a one week holiday? Better send an Email to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi, this is Clarence here. If you forgot, I'm under you in the IPP programme. I'm using this Email because my sch password has been changed, and I'm not in school to actually change it back, so therefore I cannot access the school email. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to make an enquiry about our starting date for FYPJ. I have learnt that the current batch of students taking FYPJ end thier term on 15th July(fri), while our IPP term ends on the 8th July(fri). Is there a mistake with this date or do we have a one week break? I'm sure that the sch labs are filled up and if the current batch of students don't leave, that leaves us with just the floor to sit on. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Could you please advise me on this matter? Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Regards, &lt;br /&gt;Clarence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a faint hope in my heart, that he would reply.."Yes u all have a one week break to relax, drink a few beers, maybe go on a treasure hunt before u go NS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarence u need to stop fantasizing. This was his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no error.   IPP is scheduled to end one week earlier for this semester.   All of you will come back to school.. there is high chance that all of you will be asked to attend some certification training in school, using tutorial rooms for lessons for that week.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSONS? This wasn't stated in the damn briefing. What's the use of a briefing when u dont't give any information? I EXPECT myself to be sitting in the lab doing coding for my FYPJ. Since when the hell did u guys mentioned anything about LESSONS?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use a simple analogy. Do u expect to be thrown into a jet fighter and flown to Pakistan to fight a civil war when u walk into a hair salon? NO. U EXPECT ur hair to be completely fucked up by the auntie in the hair salon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYP thought it's cool to give us a surprise. Please, I have high blood pressure. Don't give me surprises that I cannot take. I've got a lovely &lt;a href = "http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/a&gt; to take care of. She will be very sad if I die on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK this information is WELL WORTH the 1k I'm paying u in sch fees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111994208098254100?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111994208098254100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111994208098254100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111994208098254100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111994208098254100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/abuse-of-students-well-attachment-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111985643336006133</id><published>2005-06-27T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:01:03.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "4"&gt;Blogs that change the way I LOOK at things, literally&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;* Disclaimer * If by ANY chance, the people who wrote these blogs are in any way unhappy, u can Email me to change the entry, if u ask me nicely.Wahwhahw&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I have nothing to do in the office. Y else would u think I have 2 entries almost everyday? So I started to read blogs from everywhere. From my links I go to another person's blog, then from their links I read another person's blog. Kind of like friendster, but WAY more annoying for the following reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Colour Schemes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which kindergarden u were posted to, but in the one I was in, they taught me how to diferentiate colours, mainly the dark ones from the light ones. Can u imagine having a white background and reading light grey words? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img165.echo.cx/img165/7995/seewhat24ym.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;This is what I'm talking about&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know u all are jealous of my perfectly, round and symmetrical eyeballs. Do not attempt to destroy them with those bad colour schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Very bad language, spelling and everything else in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oH yEs ThIs Is A vEwY AnNoYiNg OnE. tHe AmOuNt 0f t|Me T4kEn tO tYp3 lIkE tH|s |s dIrEcTLy pRoPoRt|0n4L t0 m0| bL00d pR3SsuR3. | d0n'T uNdeRsT4Nd wHy S0m3 pW3pL3 C4n 4cTuALlY tYpE L|kE Th|s, aNd N0t H4v3 bW0od Squ|rt|ng oUt fRoM eBerY P0rE Of tH|eR BodY. |t'S @nN0y|ng eNuFf t0 re@d Th|s, bUt n0, I h@f t0 eNdUr3 th3 sp3Ll|nG a|s0. |f 0nlY tHeY w0uLd sP3n h4Lf tH3 t|m3 tYp|nG cW4zY 4Ss w0RdS l|k3 tH|s jUst r34d|nG tH3 d|ct|0n4rY. tH4t w0ulD b3 gw34T r|ghT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Cuteness level overflow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa kao, I know I am not cute enough lorz. I don't write in cute wisp talk doesn't mean I not cute hor. *haiz*...sobx eberyone bully me wor. Not fair!! I want to be cute cute de. Don't blame me, blame my mother hor, she gave me this face lorz. *bish*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is, these people are males. Now I know y &lt;a href = "http://mich-journal.blogspot.com"&gt;Michelle&lt;/a&gt; was so worked up about me having a blog. So she was afraid of me turning in to one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 4 Content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this particular blog I ran into, and there was this entry about a testimonial someone had written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img148.echo.cx/img148/9081/testimonial5oj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;Officially, the gayest testimonial ever&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit look at that testimonial and tell me how affectionately gay is that man. The person actually had the balls to say that that was the BEST testimonial ever. Whether he was joking anot I don't know, so I'm going to assume he is serious. That testimonial right there has violated EVERY single rule of nature. The rule is simple. Males do not call other males HUNKS. I QUOTE HIM : "Sometimes I really wished I were u". WRONG! I think he meant how sometimes he wished he was IN him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the things I put up with for any form of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, what the hell is a "capistrano"? I've never heard of this word before. So maybe that's what they teach in JC, words that baffle u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111985643336006133?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111985643336006133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111985643336006133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111985643336006133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111985643336006133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/blogs-that-change-way-i-look-at-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111980663293051601</id><published>2005-06-27T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T01:23:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "4"&gt;Ultimate Asshole, 26th june 2005&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah first of all, I'd like to wish my &lt;a href = "http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt; dearest girlfriend, Shujing (aka Mrs Fence) &lt;/a&gt; a happy anniversary. Time flies when I'm with u because it's that much fun. Love u dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the post proper. As mentioned above it's our anniversary. So we arranged to meet up at AMK 1430 hrs. I reached there on time but she was late. She wasn't usually late so I waited. "How long could it take?" I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it took a whopping 40 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow she was DEFINITELY late. It's ok to be late for 5 mins or so, but 40 MINS? Pissed off mode turned on. I was definetely pissed off for having to wait so long. When she finally arrived she said sorry, but I wasn't going to buy it though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I got her a gift, and gave it to her in between the ride on the bus. She only gave me mine when I was about to leave. So after I left I opened the present. It was something I was whining about in Comic Connections saying how cool it was to have one but then it was too expensive to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I SMSed her saying thanks for the present blah blah blah. Then she finally told me  the story behind the gift. She didn't find the one I wanted at Junction 8(Bishan), then she went to Heeren to get it, but to no avail also. So she got something similar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did it today, that's y she was so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK I feel like such a asshole. To think I had the AUDACITY(spelling?) to get pissed off at her. She went through so much trouble, from her house in Jurong, went to Junction 8, backtracked to Heeren, then came to AMK to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL for that gift, because I said it was cool to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her gift was something that I wanted. My gift to her? A stupid silver egg that makes sounds when u shake it. YES I KNOW FUCKING LAME GIFT RIGHT? I've never been good with gifts, but I admit to myself this was a damn lousy gift. I could have made more effort to get her a better gift, but no I was hasty. SURE I had this mini-plan going on to surprise her, but this was nothing compared to her goliath effort to get me something that I had MENTIONED I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit am I the ultimate dickhead or what? Please, anyone who reads this entry, give me a smack on the head for being so bad to her. I truly.....deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111980663293051601?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111980663293051601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111980663293051601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111980663293051601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111980663293051601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/ultimate-asshole-26th-june-2005-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111972621276529402</id><published>2005-06-26T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T13:14:21.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "4"&gt;Whining &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;*disclaimer.* I haven't watched INITIAL D, probably not going to, but I just feel like complaining like I always do. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm jealous of Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of all the teenage girls that he attracts. I'm jealous his SALIVA DRIPPING good looks. But most of all, I AM JEALOUS OF THE AMOUNT OF MONEY HE MAKES OFF DOING JACKSHIT IN A MOVIE LIKE INITIAL D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial D should be re-named like Initial J for Jackass. The whole movie is just a showcase of his *HIGHLY ANTICIPATED DEBUT* in a full motion movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, he is a money making machine for the Hong Kong people to exploit on. I REFUSE to fall for the stupid honkie's traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at him, he is an INSULT to Takumi(in case u "FANS" dont know, that is who is is playing in the movie) Let's do a comparison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img226.echo.cx/img226/3392/takumi2na.jpg"&gt;  VS  &lt;img src = "http://img143.echo.cx/img143/7051/choujay5wy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that look the same to u? Sure they both have the nonchalant look about them. But that's what Jay does best doesn't he? Have a nonchalant look about his face, because he is UbEr kEwL!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THIS is a good example of good casting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img26.echo.cx/img26/9518/chapmanto8hw.jpg"&gt; VS &lt;img src = "http://img198.echo.cx/img198/8076/itsuki4px.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that is good casting right there. He has every aspect of the look right there in that expression. Right down to the hair style u can see he was tailor made for the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with Jay Chou. In fact I find some of his songs pretty good(yes I said that). I just have a problem with people going to the ciniema to watch it because *ahem* he is in it. Then coming out of the cinema an -INITIAL D FAN- and promptly WAITING for the sequel to the movie because *drum rolls*  Jay Chou is going to be in it. They only watch a 2 hour movie, and then proclaim to know everything about the whole series. I quote a friend of mine who WATCHED the anime: "The movie wasn't THAT bad, just that they left out alot of important events and they sort of made some stuff up"* THAT'S selling out right there my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already I see a shitload of Initial D merchandises popping up all over the market. The most annoying thing is to have EVERYONE tell me(in a way some kind or another), "INITIAL D IS A GODLY MOVIE WATCH IT". Fuck u please, can it compare to the coolness of Batman? Or the epic greatness of LOTR? Sure, u can argue they are different genres  of movies, But a movie is ESSENTIALLY a movie, to entertain us brainless idiots. So they are all the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tonight I'll have a wet dream about Jay Chou, that's when I'll watch Initial D for 24 times in a row, naked on the cinema seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "1"&gt;*He didn't actually say that to me, but that was what he meant nonetheless.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111972621276529402?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111972621276529402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111972621276529402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111972621276529402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111972621276529402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/whining-disclaimer.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111959238658018912</id><published>2005-06-24T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:04:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "5"&gt;Boring office rant&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was out with &lt;a href = "http://babykyoko.blogspot.com"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. Out of curiousity, we went in the Apple store at Wheelock place. Guess what we found?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found the perfect gift for the people who make &lt;a href  = "http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/annoying-little-things-in-life.html"&gt;my life miserable&lt;/a&gt;. Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentinggggggggg........ LOGIC PRO 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img298.echo.cx/img298/549/logicedited5pz.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the brainless me and u&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is unbelieveable, they actually CAN artificially implant LOGIC into the brain. but WAIT...THERE'S MORE!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img295.echo.cx/img295/5207/logicexpressedited1hr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;To expressly save ur own sanity.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great, the perfect gift, i've found it. Might as well throw in a step by step manual on how to use it. That would be wonderfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img293.echo.cx/img293/6392/logicbook2yu.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Having a brain and producing logic are 2 totally different things u know.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing left to do, is to buy it, but i'm not going to. WHY? Because logic pro 7 costs a ASS WHOPPING SGD $1988. Holy shit i'm not going to spend 2000 bucks on people I hate. Forget it, I'm sticking to using my fists to knock some sense into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so we continued to browse around in the Apple store, while finding it annoying to find almost everything there labeled with an "I" in front, I also noticed the word MONOPOLY being subconsciously labeled on everything sold there. Soon, they will be printing IMONEY to pay for apple products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src = "http://img265.echo.cx/img265/1170/dollaredit5zj.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = "2"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The only note allowed in Apple stores in the near future&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, u heard/saw it here first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I know my photo editing skills suck. But the temptation was too strong to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I didn't see this in the store, I checked out google and found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111959238658018912?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111959238658018912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111959238658018912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111959238658018912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111959238658018912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/boring-office-rant-so-i-was-out-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111954681466553812</id><published>2005-06-24T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T01:16:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pleasing everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;So today I went down to the restaurant to get something from a colleague of mine. I didn't tell anyone I was going down, so when I appeared there, Alice(my manager) was asking me y did I come down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice : Mei you wen dao palm beach the wei dao ni quan shen bu zhi zai shi ma?(Never smell palm beach u feel uneasy issit?)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(being the cheeky me) : Mei you wen dao ni de wei dao chai bu zhi zai lah(Never smell u then uneasy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply was pretty disturbing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice : Bu yao gei X******(known as x now) ting dao, yao bu ran hui da shi ne de(Don't let X hear u, if not she will kill u)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell was that all about? I can't say anything I want in front of her now? Do I have to fear about what X is going to do to me due to any of my cheeky remarks? So I and X are good friends, no doubt about that. So what? Is it a crime to let her hear what I said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I find this very ridiculous. The thing is, sometimes X gives me stupid reactions to what I say/do to other people. It's as if I have to make her happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to give anyone everyone an answer as to what I say or do? No. Why should I? It's not ur business anyway. Just becasue we have a fairly good relationship, doesn't mean I have to please u with everything I do. That's fucking bullshit man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's better to have a neutral/bad relationship with everyone. So that no matter what u do, people just dont give a flying fuck about it and carry on with thier lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;direct translation, so it sounds weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111954681466553812?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111954681466553812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111954681466553812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111954681466553812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111954681466553812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/pleasing-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111950165332034181</id><published>2005-06-23T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T14:30:23.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size = "large"&gt;A Public Apology&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a public apology to my &lt;a href="http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;dearest girlfriend Shujing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for making u upset and all. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't think it would matter to u that much but then I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U'll always be my dear and I will try to give the best to u in all there is. It's a promise to u, with the people reading my blog (are there any?) as witnesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111950165332034181?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111950165332034181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111950165332034181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111950165332034181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111950165332034181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/public-apology-this-is-public-apology.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111945981474561235</id><published>2005-06-23T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T01:03:34.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Weird Stuff That Happens Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; So I was out with &lt;a href="http://ahjingz.blogspot.com"&gt;ShuJing&lt;/a&gt; today at Raffles, talking cock to her as we both always do. Then of fucking nowhere, FIREWORKS come shooting right for my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At that moment my balls shrunk to the size of peas and my life flashed before my eyes, and I could have sworn I saw myself as Batman in that flash back. But anyway,  I thought I was going to die there from shock. The trauma suffered was immense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing was THERE WASN'T EVEN AN OCCASION FOR IT. It must have been the Indochine manager thinking, "Hey this is a good time to make people shit thier pants for no reason at all, let's buy fireworks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least give us some kind of warning, u dont let off fireworks for no reason at all, so at least address what was it for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that when I'm with Shujing, stuff happens. Like take the other day for example. I was just telling her that it has been a long time since I saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poh Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Shuhui, Evelyn and Grace ever since they left Palm Beach for greener pastures. It was just a casual comment and then after that we never talked about it. So after sending Shujing home and proceding to take the bus back. Guess who I saw boarding the bus......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so what, COINCIDENCE only. Well then guess who she was meeting ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PohYing Evelyn and another random friend of thiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COINCIDENCE my balls. This is more like black magic to me. I'm telling u there are people stalking me and keeping track of my every movements. If not how do u explain that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Grace is a funny fellow. We were talking and making our was to Lakeside MRT where she was meeting the rest of them. She then told me she was late. How late I asked. She said she was supposed to meet them like 1415 hrs. So i duely took out my phone to check the time. It read.....1445 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she was late for 1/2 hour, strolling with me from the interchange having a nice chat, not looking she was absolutely late at all. Wonderfull. She was damn lucky she wasn't meeting me, if not there would be a flaming coconut shoved down her throat for making me wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : My supervisor wrote down a comment in my attachment log book. It read, "To improve on punctuality."&lt;br /&gt;        Well we're all flawed human being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;s aren't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111945981474561235?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111945981474561235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111945981474561235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111945981474561235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111945981474561235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/weird-stuff-that-happens-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111942420181641677</id><published>2005-06-22T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T15:10:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Update done in office...hence the lousy formating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to get a job in an IT department of a company, and NOT have any IT background? Apparently yes it is possible in Singapore. It gets really fun when u get to see FULLY GROWN ADULTS trying to grasp the concept of....Copy and Paste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, these people are graduates from POLY. Amin(attachment mate) was assigned this CHINA girl with NO IT background AT ALL. As u all might have guessed, Amin is malay. So a normal conversation would go like this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin : Maciam mana? Boleh Tak? Masih ada error?(How? Can anot? Still got error?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheena girl : Wo Bu Zhi Dao. (Huh I dont know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin : Kau paham tak? (Do u understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheena girl : Ta ma de qu shi ba (Go die bitch) *shoots Amin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this Indian girl who follows the instructions on the paper so closely, she could just roll the paper up, put a ring through it and say they're married. Instructions are instructions, fair enough, but to follow them that closely, it's plain retarded. It's like I could put flyshit on the paper and she WILL believe that if she follows these set of instructions, she will see flyshit appear on the monitor screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geniuses I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111942420181641677?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111942420181641677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111942420181641677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111942420181641677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111942420181641677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/update-done-in-office.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111937508728829784</id><published>2005-06-22T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:18:53.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Annoying little things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am a very impatient person and I almost get annoyed by everything. I can forgive most but then there are some where I HAVE to address. Here are some examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Emoticons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having lots of animated gifs for emoticons is the latest trend that has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;INVADED &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;MSN 7. These include lots of cute stuff like bears and turtles and what-have-u being continously created by idiots and published on the web with the sole purpose of making girls go "AWWW SO CUTE". Like I said above, most I can forgive. My own girlfriend uses them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;img src="http://img84.echo.cx/img84/3875/bear2xw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code  style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ne of her favs. It's labeled the "Lala bear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then there are the cool ones like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img125.echo.cx/img125/4808/finger6rf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I just love the middle finger technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But THIS... is the limit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img143.echo.cx/img143/2200/michemoticons1ou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I can forgive everyone using it , as long as it's sparingly, but this is too much for me to take. In which I promptly replied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img44.echo.cx/img44/1167/reply20hl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's crazy the amount of emoticons were in that 6 lines alone. I felt like I was back in kindergarten reading all those picture books all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dustbins(or rather lack of them) in MRT stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So I was making my way to Novena MRT and eating spring rolls(old chang kee style) at the same time. Me, being a good citizen, finished it before I was in the MRT station. So I looked for a dustbin to throw my rubbish in. To my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;horror, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;there was none around me. So i thought "Ah there should be one near the escalator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;, there always is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SHIT EINSTEIN U GOT CONNED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't ANY form of rubbish bin, not round not square not triangle or hexagonned(spelling?) shaped. ZILCH. Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand SMRT's policy of "No food and drinks in the train", but this is bullshit. NO DUSTBINS? So if a poor guy has a flu and blows his nose in the station, he has to hold his tissue FULL OF NUTRITIOUS MUCUS for the whole train ride?!?!?! Fucking ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do? I threw it on a piece of cardboard lying on the floor. Don't blame me, blame the government for not placing dustbins where they should be. I was surprised that Novena MRT wasn't littered around like after a soccer match. Tissues, drink bottles all lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really they should artificially implant common sense into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;code&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:mon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111937508728829784?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111937508728829784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111937508728829784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111937508728829784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111937508728829784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/annoying-little-things-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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-13835068.post-111933522733173840</id><published>2005-06-21T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:50:21.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does boredom compels you to do?</title><content type='html'>Did u know? Boredom makes u stupid. When u are sitting down in the office, doing shit for work, and basically surffed the WHOLE of the World Wide Web. What's the next thing to do? What could POSSIBLY satisfy my needs for entertainment? Where can I find the NEXT best thing to while my time away in office? OH I KNOW. BLOGGING. Wow, to be honest I find it quite interesting to blog ur time away in the office. It's the only feasible thing for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. If u come to office at 1030hrs instead of the usual 0830hrs, and leave at 1500-1400 hrs, what kind of shit work can u actually finish in this short period of time?&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention of those hours, 1045-1115 hrs is brunch break and 1200-1400 hrs is lunch break. I NEED to stay in the office for longer hours, the RULES state so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough of my rant, time to actually blog. Well, blogging is basically an online diary right? So I need to type in every single aspect of my life inside here. Well let's see what did I do today.....Hm...... Well today I woke up 9, prepared, went to office, and did JACKSHIT at office. Hm.....What else. Oh and I need to go work in the shitho..... oops the restaurant after I finish up in the office. Hopefully i get to finish at 1030 and not get held up by small little things like doing CLOSING for them. If u're lucky, u clarholics can get another post here later on at night, but thats if i actually remember that I have a blog now and it's another responsibility for me to constantly update it for the sake of u bastards...er...fans I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I need to get this off my chest. My girlfriend's class is involved in an internal struggle between good and evil. Good being 3(maybe 4) guys are upset. Evil being this guy writing er...'bad stuffs' about them. As far as I know, it was a comment about the voice or something. I DO NOT KNOW about the details, call me kaypoh for all I care, but please, GET OVER IT MAN. So fucking what the guy said something bad about u? It's called comments. What's more he said it on his blog. If the guy can't write whatever he wants on his own blog, what the hell is the use of the thing anyway. I guess he needs to either buy a proper diary or draw murals all over his house wall to express his thoughts then. I mean how bad can it get? Did he insult ur mother, father, or maybe ur poor little baby doll that has grass for hair. Well that is insulting. NO ONE DISSES THE GRASS HAIR DOLLS. *pulls out ultima-taser-pulverizer* DIE BASTARDS DIE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that felt good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13835068-111933522733173840?l=propernamingconventions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/feeds/111933522733173840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13835068&amp;postID=111933522733173840' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111933522733173840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13835068/posts/default/111933522733173840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://propernamingconventions.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-does-boredom-compels-you-to-do.html' title='What does boredom compels you to do?'/><author><name>Clarence</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17547068515590414724</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>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
