<?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-8480061</id><updated>2012-04-12T15:07:16.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>476</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-8637403540358022746</id><published>2009-08-12T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:40:11.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new home for lorlilorsor</title><content type='html'>lorlilorsor has shifted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it has its own domain name now, at &lt;a href="http://www.lorlilorsor.com/"&gt;http://www.lorlilorsor.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see ya there, byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-8637403540358022746?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/8637403540358022746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=8637403540358022746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/8637403540358022746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/8637403540358022746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-home-for-lorlilorsor.html' title='new home for lorlilorsor'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-2494769096458024221</id><published>2009-06-16T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:06:19.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tio jiao sai</title><content type='html'>dear readers, if you love your car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be damn careful where you park at clementi central the carpark!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SjhdEahMDEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BzjjdSfCWv8/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SjhdEahMDEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BzjjdSfCWv8/s400/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348126887921847362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not obvious form the picture, but it's really wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got one auntie walk past, still can laugh laugh at us. ah pek say he last time kena one time jialat jialat, also not as jialat as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me 12.30 a.m. come home must wash car..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, sai weng shi ma, yan zhi fei fu, i shall go and buy 4d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-2494769096458024221?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SjhdEahMDEI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BzjjdSfCWv8/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-7600733644962876297</id><published>2009-06-15T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:42:18.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dust in the brains.</title><content type='html'>hello lorlilorsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what wind blows me here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rav4 keeps telling me i should blog.. must blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i say no hweeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i got hweeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and usually, me gets hweeling when i see people who piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank you mr dust in the brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was sitting by the poolside chilling, reading and eating chocolate rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the security guard went to the pool and wanted to verify if some of the folks swimming in the pool were residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooooooh, the folks he questioned includes a couple of very hot russian chicks..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought wtf, simi tai ji, this guard so buaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i realized he was instructed by this other resident who apparently complained to him about not signing in or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were in a rational and clear mind i would have thought he was being thoughtful and was concerned that these folks from overseas could bring in h1n1 or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;budden apparently the point he kept stressing was that "they aren't residents".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got need to be soooo gei gao anot??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he can recognize all the residents meh?! i bet he's never even see me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then again, so what if they really weren't residents??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swim only, the swimming pool water will evaporate by half ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he trying to exert his authority and power meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably some guy in the management committee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANAGEMENT COMMITTEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hatred for management and committees re-ignites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;committee liao bu qi huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat full full sit by poolside complain about nonsensical things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make the security guard like so paiseh, have to go and make them come out of the pool to sign in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor security guard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these committee people really very the cartoon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me, or does someone else think it is an uber elitist and anti-social thing to do sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-7600733644962876297?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/7600733644962876297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=7600733644962876297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7600733644962876297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7600733644962876297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2009/06/dust-in-brains.html' title='dust in the brains.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-8118571623319342412</id><published>2009-04-15T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:01:18.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>approaching the end of life as a student</title><content type='html'>and yes, the flooble chatterbox has finally died.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've managed to stay inactive enough to not realize that it was dyING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i shall revive it when i decide to post more actively :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;final fyp presentation just ended last monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i basically told everyone that i was a FREE MAN and i would be damn free from then on and i will steal all the duties in the entire world so i was kind of sad when i kind of thought about it and realized i still have..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 2 x exams in 2 weeks' time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) fyp bounded thesis to submit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) a job to find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) my current work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) 1 x term paper due tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually i'm not that free yet afterall geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh well, free-ER i guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have finally started winning some $$ in mahjong! the curse of the tai sui on us dirty mice must finally be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after exams end on 2nd may, i'm unofficially no longer a student anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;zzz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rav4 is having HER final fyp presentation now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am hanging around near the room waiting for her to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is such a poor thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is dressed in formal and high heels and so unlike her formal self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is so nervous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her presentation started at 10:55 - 3 minutes ago, and her kena-shoot a.k.a q &amp;amp; a session starts 11:15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then it will all be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these days as stupid students sux big time, but i'm sure gonna miss school after i graduate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yea, i probably won't miss the modules etc, but there's still quite abit of good stuff we could think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amitabha to rav4!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-8118571623319342412?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/8118571623319342412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=8118571623319342412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/8118571623319342412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/8118571623319342412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2009/04/approaching-end-of-life-as-student.html' title='approaching the end of life as a student'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-623170935327455617</id><published>2009-02-15T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:44:51.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nba all-star day</title><content type='html'>feels funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and camaraderish at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every room i pass by in raffles hall seems to have nba all-star playing inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i passed by caoquan's room just now and heard a "YES!!! GARNETT!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh, match resume le, byebye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-623170935327455617?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/623170935327455617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=623170935327455617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/623170935327455617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/623170935327455617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2009/02/nba-all-star-day.html' title='nba all-star day'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-7875175147563340152</id><published>2008-12-24T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:31:47.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SVJhZ4l68tI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5QKoemKYkqQ/s1600-h/Cynthia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perhaps me and rav4 are more boring than the rest of the world but we decided to siam the traffic from the rest of the world by coming home from suntec before 9pm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though we already tried to leave early, i was stuck on the bus in orchard area for like 15 minutes before i even hit the expressway..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how come so many people like to go out and squeeze with other people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a drizzling night somemore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't understand..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead, i came home and logged into my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did something i've been promising myself for quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i helped 4 entrepreneurs from kiva by loaning them a small amount of money each.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SVJhZ4l68tI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5QKoemKYkqQ/s400/Cynthia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283392410175075026" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;Cee, as she is popularly called by her numerous customers, is a 42 year-old local restaurant operator. She is married and blessed with three children. With income from her business, she has provided for one of her children to graduate from senior high school. In her restaurant, she prepares and sells local foods like “banku” - rice with stew. Banku is prepared from milled maize grains and is taken with hot pepper or soup. Apart from this, she also prepares pastries like meat pies and cakes. Cynthia says that the prices of raw materials have gone up significantly and she needs the support of a loan to enable her to meet her production expenditures. She wants to use the loan to buy more raw materials like bags of maize, flour, margarine, sugar, meat, fish, vegetables, and firewood. Cynthia is a member of a group called Success Trust Group. In this group, members guarantee and provide support to one another to repay the loan. Her picture was taking when she was visited at her business site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SVJhZtG73iI/AAAAAAAAAhw/-NZCacM8Sts/s400/Khurshed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283392407092321826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Khurshed Rahmatov is 20 years old. He is a young boy with a great desire to get ahead in life. Khurshed has been running a pharmacy business for 4 years together with his loving mother, pictured in the photo. Currently he is working in the city polyclinics in the dispensary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Khurshed loves his work; he likes to help people and is ready to consult with the patients purchasing medicines in his store and those who could not find the required goods in his store. During all the years of his work, Khurshed was dreaming of opening his own drug store and saving money for this. He hopes that someday he can realize his dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now Khurshed has requested $ 600 US Dollars for a term of 5 months. Khurshed is a client of IMON and has a positive credit history. Now he promises to repay the loan promptly and thanks everyone supporting him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SVJhZucJmTI/AAAAAAAAAho/nWl4GjxmyPg/s400/Mukaramakhon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283392407449737522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mukaramakhon describes herself as a enterprising girl with the goal to achieve successes in the future. She decided to start a sewing business to help her family with household expenses a year ago. She started out helping a woman who ran a tailoring shop. Being very nimble, she learned tailoring and soon began running her own business at the tailoring shop. It has gone very well since then, and she has been able to grow the business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mukaramakhon is requesting a loan of $600 USD to purchase materials so she can fulfill her customers' requests. The end of the year is fast approaching, and that is when demand is at its highest. She plans to repay the loan within 12 months. Mukaramakhon and her family are very grateful for your support in helping grow this business and move ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SVJhYxA0dgI/AAAAAAAAAhg/3dCiih83O9Y/s400/rawad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283392390960543234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rawad is a 26-year-old man who lives in Aley, Mount Lebanon. For the past 16 years, he has been working as a barber.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rawad is now requesting a loan in the amount of $1,000 via Al Majmoua in order to decorate his shop. Notably, this is the third loan that he has sought, and he states that he always repays his loans on schedule. His prior loans have helped to support his business operation, which he started because he wanted to be on his own from a professional standpoint. In the future, he plans to open another shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;loaned them a small amount of money through kiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.kiva.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i think it's meaningful to help out entrepreneurs in third world countries because ultimately they are the ones who will help their families/villages break through poverty cycles and really make a difference in their societies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i've been telling myself i must give back to society once i make a little progress in my own entrepreneurial pursuits, but just didn't find an organization that makes me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well now that i've found kiva, there's no excuse any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;merry christmas, world! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-7875175147563340152?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/7875175147563340152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=7875175147563340152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7875175147563340152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7875175147563340152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas!'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SVJhZ4l68tI/AAAAAAAAAh4/5QKoemKYkqQ/s72-c/Cynthia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-6574034100524176434</id><published>2008-12-05T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:04:20.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;there are 2 days of each year i know will be 2 of the happiest days of the year fer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the 2 days exams end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i hate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt; that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i have the inspiration and mood some day, i'm gonna launch a lengthy tirade against exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for now, let us just celebrate life and the end of exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-6574034100524176434?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/6574034100524176434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=6574034100524176434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/6574034100524176434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/6574034100524176434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-7904461349738753197</id><published>2008-11-22T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:58:16.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just passed by like 3 people using computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of them are either reading blogs or on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it is time for me to take a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello lorlilorsor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to boot up the greatest evil that starts with a "dot" and ends with an "a" but figured that this evil will KILL me and waste me at least 2 hours and drain me of all my mana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afterall, i have not been doing tutorials as usual for the entire semester and as father says, "you gotta study".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qing qing just tempted me with a mini-evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay it's a global phenomenon called facebook but i obviously still live in the primitive ages in terms of entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phei phei was like so amazed that i dunno what kunfu panda was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister is like so amazed that i dunno that the ah xin from mayday is not the ah xin from xin yue tuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, i have had the mini-evil account for ags but not done anything with it actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i'm typing this, i'm going off to find that stupid game qing qing was playing beside me just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that stupid game where u keep a pet and can pit him against other people's pets in races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i tried playing and felt tripping over banana skin and never even won a single race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am back with a venegance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;qing qing showed me her pet's house which was like absolutely pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her toilet doesn't even have a toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she went to dannish' house and told me that there are flies flying around dannish's pet because he is very dirty and hasn't bathed in days. so she proceeded to scrub dannish's pet with soap and his cleanliness bar started to rise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;update: oh my god!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i now have a pet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rav4 went to create one for me when i left the computer at the pet selection screen and was away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my pet now has a horrible name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his name is pet kang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he looks horrible too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is how he looks like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SSgBp02sziI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pH88sQueZB8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SSgBp02sziI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pH88sQueZB8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271465181911502370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 223px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is a cross between a pig and a i dunno what lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to visit my vicinity and so far i have told qing a joke, went to fight with shuyun, and danced with sofero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i then went to the stadium to find neighbours to race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pet kang finally finished in first place!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rav4 says this kind of game is for girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that i am disgusting to be playing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, pet kang just won 3 races in a row.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have wasted enough time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-7904461349738753197?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/7904461349738753197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=7904461349738753197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7904461349738753197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7904461349738753197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/11/exam-blues.html' title='exam blues'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SSgBp02sziI/AAAAAAAAAhY/pH88sQueZB8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-5707153202168759043</id><published>2008-11-02T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:46:29.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something is very wrong..</title><content type='html'>because i was kind of like browsing through my own photos on facebook for the first time just now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(kang kang's on facebook?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then i realized that like 99% of the pictures there got rav4 in it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot lah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-5707153202168759043?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/5707153202168759043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=5707153202168759043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/5707153202168759043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/5707153202168759043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-is-very-wrong.html' title='something is very wrong..'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-8132477098207600825</id><published>2008-10-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:15:20.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hooray for first 500 posts!</title><content type='html'>i just realized that the previous post was &lt;a href="http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/10/voice-of-sanity-in-insane-world.html"&gt;the 500th.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohoo, cool ballz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* shoots confetti and part poppers into the air*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yea, now i'm at home, with an eye infection that's resulted in some sort of high fever, and i was told by the doctor that i can't go anywhere because i'm a contagious piece of crap now so i can only stay in my room all alone with my beloved acer 4920g.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm a very considerate boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i got off the cab today, i even took down the carplate number so that if i find out that i've contracted some deadly scary virus, moh will be able to track down everybody i've been in contact with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;501st post gotta be classic kang kang rambling eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the first post on this blog was about 4 years and 1 month ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;how much things have changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i remember i was still in ns at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and i was still really into warcraft at that time; an aspiring engineer without much sense of direction, naive, easily scammed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;fast forward 4 years and 1 month, and i'm now a disillusioned engineer with a very different perspective on life, and what i want to get from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hardened warrior on the road. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;finally seeing some results from my entrepeneurial pursuits, while managing to keep 90% of everything secret from all my friends, screwing up the academic aspect of my life, executing a SAP-doubling feat in the previous semester, learning, learning, learning, working hard in ways almost nobody can see, but still managing to be supremely satisfied because there is at least one person in this world who understands what i'm doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-8132477098207600825?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/8132477098207600825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=8132477098207600825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/8132477098207600825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/8132477098207600825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/10/hooray-for-first-500-posts.html' title='hooray for first 500 posts!'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-5404460659940021583</id><published>2008-10-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:08:22.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a voice of sanity in an insane world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin:0in;font-family:verdana;font-size:11.0pt" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;been a subscriber to A Voice of Sanity for almost 2 years now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;robert ringer hits the nail right on the head with today's issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;it's largely about the economic crisis he has predicted a long time ago, when positive and happy people are calling him a doom and gloom prophet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;but i think what he's saying about the rich-poor imbalance is especially relevant to singapore, where uncles sit in coffee shops all day cursing the government, bad-mouthing the rich, and wondering why they themselves are not getting anywhere in the financial sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt; "To further simplify things, let's boil it down to just two people. If one person had the skills, the intelligence, the knowledge, the work ethic, etc., to become far richer than another person, why in the world would he not continue to pull ahead of the person who lacks his skills, intelligence, knowledge, work ethic, etc.? Of course the disparity between the two is going to grow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;There's nothing "wrong" with that. It's simply a reality. But, guess what? The "rich" person's success does not in any way prevent the "poor" person from improving his lot in life if he should make up his mind to do so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;This is where the great euphemism for Marxism - pieism - enters the picture. When a Mad Mama McBama blathers about people giving up some of their pie so she and her Marxist cronies can give it to others of their choice, her words are based on the premise that the size of the pie is fixed. That premise has been so embarrassingly shattered by historic reality that I shall not even waste time on it here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;Today, the so-called poor are living better than their parents and grandparents could have ever imagined just forty or fifty years ago. And that's a good thing. I like the idea of everyone being better off, don't you? And if everyone would just concentrate on his or her own well-being and ignore "the gap between rich and poor," we'd all be much happier and politicians would be stripped of their most precious vote-getting ploy. I could care less about the wealth of a Bill Gates or a Warren Buffet."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;to subscribe to robert ringer's newsletter, use this link:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; " lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertringer.com/"&gt;http://www.robertringer.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-5404460659940021583?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/5404460659940021583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=5404460659940021583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/5404460659940021583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/5404460659940021583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/10/voice-of-sanity-in-insane-world.html' title='a voice of sanity in an insane world'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-9020170459480725971</id><published>2008-10-01T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:10:25.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kang the villian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marvel.com/universe3zx/images/thumb/5/55/Kang.jpg/440px-Kang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.marvel.com/universe3zx/images/thumb/5/55/Kang.jpg/440px-Kang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kang is an expert in travel through and manipulation of time, and has mastered his future's advanced technology. He is an expert strategist, a veteran of armed and unarmed combat, and has an indomitable will to succeed through struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang's full-body armor (composed of an unidentified future metal) enables him to lift 5 tons; it can project a force field around him that is extendable up to twenty feet and can shield him from even a direct nuclear strike. The suit has its own self-contained atmosphere, food supply and waste disposal system. Its weapons include anti-graviton particle projectors in his gauntlets, concussive force blasters, circuitry accessing his ship's time machine, allowing him an "automatic recall" of a few seconds, and various other weapons. Kang formerly used technology which transferred his mind into an alternate body upon the point of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.marvel.com/universe/Kang"&gt;http://www.marvel.com/universe/Kang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-9020170459480725971?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/9020170459480725971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=9020170459480725971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/9020170459480725971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/9020170459480725971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/10/kang-villian.html' title='kang the villian'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-8517775348309822867</id><published>2008-09-28T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:38:37.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the new addict.</title><content type='html'>been haemorrhaging cash ever since i came back from the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major expenses include:&lt;br /&gt;1) a laptop upgrade (yes, acer again)&lt;br /&gt;2) dave, the laptop table&lt;br /&gt;3) last but not least, my latest love, the blackberry bold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SN-gl78mHYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/VVg5hG8nMns/s1600-h/sc001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SN-gl78mHYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/VVg5hG8nMns/s320/sc001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251092264144739714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;behold! the beauty of da blackberry bold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay iphone folks will definitely beg to differ, but i did carry out a substantial amount of research and playing around between the iphone, omnia, and the bbb before i finally came to the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;several reasons why i love my bbb:&lt;br /&gt;1) organizer / calendar.&lt;br /&gt;2) qwerty keypad. (prefer that over touch screens)&lt;br /&gt;3) rss reader.&lt;br /&gt;4) i write documents with it.&lt;br /&gt;5) i use it to remember things because i have  lousy memory.&lt;br /&gt;6) i feel like a da lao ban with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say, blackberry addicts have this tendency to name their blackberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine has one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SN-gl6FWZWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jxwZeLVWd1Y/s1600-h/sc002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SN-gl6FWZWI/AAAAAAAAAeo/jxwZeLVWd1Y/s320/sc002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251092263644587362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;大老板&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-8517775348309822867?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/8517775348309822867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=8517775348309822867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/8517775348309822867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/8517775348309822867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-addict.html' title='the new addict.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/SN-gl78mHYI/AAAAAAAAAeg/VVg5hG8nMns/s72-c/sc001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-4931641305199198355</id><published>2008-09-09T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:20:55.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the same ole debate</title><content type='html'>when li jia wei, feng tian wei, and yue gu were fighting korea with their lives, the rest of the nus population was cheering them on via the big screen tv at yusof ishak house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aspiring engineers like us were watching the live telecast of the match with our laptops during lecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, i was one of those standing behind mumbling "china vs korea".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the finals, when the whole of singapore was excited at the prospect of a chance at gold, i was also of the "china vs china" sentiment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i not patriotic?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i just a stupid and ungracious singaporean who knows not to be proud of his country's achievements?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite the contrary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm proud of singapore's achievements and of our current standing in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was absolutely appalled when some important person actually chided people like me by saying something like, "we should be more gracious and accepting. what, then do you propose we do? if you do not stand for the situation, give us a solution! if you can't come up with a solution, don't say anything!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was like wtf?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a solution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my couuntry has achieved alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so chill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are not &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; established as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;world-class&lt;/span&gt; in the realm of sports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do not think that is an opinion; that is cold hard truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there is no so-called solution to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not yet then not yet lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whaddaya mean, "solution"??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so you mean, the "solution" to exceling at something, is to get somebody else to do it for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i cannot pass my exam, can i get someone to take the exam for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look, these sportspeople have my utmost respect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and no, this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does no&lt;/span&gt;t have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to do with whether they love singapore, how much they love singapore, and emo stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the point is not that they are not "born" in singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor that they were "born" somewhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the point is that they are right here right now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; singaporeans, for one reason only; that they are good at their sport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two of them only came to singapore in recent years,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to play table tennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jia wei has been here much longer; but she was brought here also only to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;play table tennis&lt;/span&gt; for singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i "despise" them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i doubt their intentions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i doubt their love for our country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their sportsmanship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do i not "like" them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;four years ago, when jia wei was playing against the korean in the final deciding match, i wasn't able to watch it live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i was there walking around town listening to the fm radio, wishing from the bottom of my heart that jia wei will beat her opponent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i flinched everytime her opponent shouted that ugly roar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when she lost eventually, my heart sank just like all other jia wei fans in singapore and the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i really, really liked jia wei. (before all the weird news of her personal life, anyway)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i deeply respect world-class athletes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they've exchanged their lives for the moment to show the world their talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are the epitomy of near-perfection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every executed move has hundred upon hundreds of hours of pain and sweat and agony and disappointment and forgone play-time and movies and psps and wiis and games behind them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sportspeople make humongous sacrifices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only that handful get to become the michael jordans and michael phelps and michael schumachers of the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest of them bury their dreams after falling through the team selections by a quarter of a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn, damn good, but not good enough. the world is full of these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still, they work hard, they try to make it the next time round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sportsmanship is a noble thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i could live life all over again, i would probably be more of a sportsman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but since i do not wish to live life all over again, i will make my kids become sportspeople!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that's besides the point, as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, li jia wei was my idol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after i watched them play, i really had nothing but best wishes for yue gu (so cute!) and feng tian wei (so shuai!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; li jia wei, as yue gu, as feng tian wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not as &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pawns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not as instruments to make singapore an "even better country".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not as a "solution" to a non-existent problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now, who is the one being ungracious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who is the one treating three sportspeople as gods, for the sole reason that they could help bring their own country pride and glory?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sure the very important person who uttered those incredible words has never been a sportsperson for one second in his entire life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because he clearly does not understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-4931641305199198355?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/4931641305199198355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=4931641305199198355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/4931641305199198355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/4931641305199198355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/09/same-ole-debate.html' title='the same ole debate'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-7387667480226112387</id><published>2008-08-29T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:44:31.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>succumbing.</title><content type='html'>i'm an old stubborn fool, but i have just decided to give in to the devils and start playing with facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm probably like the last person in the world to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone just explain to me what's so great about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i setup my account long long ago but didn't know what to do with it, so i haven't logged in in a looooon time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just checked and found out that i have 26 friends, 103 friend requests, 1 mousehunt invitation and 54 other requests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what in the world is a mousehunt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die liao lah, and prata was amazed that i didn't know what kungfu panda is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think i used to be at the fore-front of technology and all this bo liao stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even turn on msn anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effects of aging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hopefully facebook makes me feel young again so i can come back to my dear lorlilorsor in a spurt of magnificent inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-7387667480226112387?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/7387667480226112387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=7387667480226112387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7387667480226112387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7387667480226112387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/08/succumbing.html' title='succumbing.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-4895971743276488280</id><published>2008-08-03T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T14:05:04.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back.</title><content type='html'>touched down last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's jet lag, but i feel wide awake at 4.58 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellowstone was absolutely awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics are already up at http://littlegetaway.multiply.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has a grand total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; post, but quite afew pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rav4 will upload all (or most) of the pics in due time i believe, simply because she is more disciplined than i am. (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how nice that i'm back in time for national day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel really patriotic when you come back to your own country after being away for 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i've not really grown fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't think i've shed weight either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think what's suffered the most in these past 3 months is my bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now the proud owner of several (and i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVERAL&lt;/span&gt;) branded consumer products that i have been simply too savvy to own prior to arriving at factory outlets in u.s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just goes to mean that i will have to work alot harder at earning moolah when the semester starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-4895971743276488280?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/4895971743276488280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=4895971743276488280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/4895971743276488280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/4895971743276488280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html' title='back.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-7157877641953202982</id><published>2008-05-08T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:03:47.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye folks.</title><content type='html'>legend has it that once you stop the momentum in writing, it's kinda hard to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, seems like folks still visit this humble little house of thoughts every once in awhile, (evident from the occasional war cries of "wtf why your blog always not updated one?!") so i guess it's good to come up here to say alot of things before i bid farewell and leave for america come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours later, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my first time on an aeroplane, and as mother says, "first time sit aeroplane sit all the way to america?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ya, being away for extended periods of time has unexpected perks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going away for a long time makes you emo; it makes you say goodbye to alot of things you never ever get a chance to say goodbye to, and makes you see them for what they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like, your 2 folks. your rowdy siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your messy-like-a-pig-sty but ever-lovable disaster of a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for me, i have this place i affectionately call "plaza", where i go to slack when i have nothing better to do. i went again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, cblc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you just grow so natural and in-one with the place and faces in it that sometimes you don't even bother to say "hi" when you see folks inside; you just like, nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you get mortified when you realize that suddenly you're saying goodbye to each other probably forever. kk this is not because i'm leaving for the states, but because they're graduating, but the sentiments are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sure, there will be gatherings once in awhile definitely, but things won't feel the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yea i will post pics, but i don't have them with me now so i'll post them later.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pragmatic folks like me join cblc for pragmatic reasons, but end up realizing that knowing the amazing cblc folks here is probably one of the, if not the most beneficial thing i've got from nus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post was started last night and i was planning to write one hell of a long grandfather's story, but i was still packing and doing last minute stuff and it's now 10 a.m. in the morning meaning i'll be leaving home in 1 hour, so i better say my farewell here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before leaving, i have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) met up with the engineers in the semesterly-bbq.&lt;br /&gt;2) met up with the cblc folks at the agm dinner.&lt;br /&gt;3) failed to meet up with the world's saddest team for the last bball session in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;4) gone to plaza to slack around.&lt;br /&gt;5) gone to borders.&lt;br /&gt;6) had my last teh peng in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;6) had my last chicken rice in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;7) my last kfc in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to check out what last minute stuff i have failed to do before i screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'll (try to) post alot. and i realized i'll probably reach 500 posts in lorlilorsor there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care okay folks?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*waves like a maniac*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-7157877641953202982?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/7157877641953202982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=7157877641953202982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7157877641953202982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7157877641953202982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/05/bye-folks.html' title='bye folks.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-3925971623750363218</id><published>2008-04-04T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T21:03:52.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>engin and fashion.</title><content type='html'>was waiting for 151 with 2 girls. (strangers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy walks past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happens to be friend of one of the girls, so they talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy leaves. 2 girls start conversing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1: who's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 2: friend. *mumbles about some jap class thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1: oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 2: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1: what fac's he from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 2: arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1: whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 2: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 1: from his clothing, i thought he's from engin or science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dagger stabs into kang kang's heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kang kang turns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stylo milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has fashion sense i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mini-skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funky cape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expose here expose there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not very pretty.  (understatement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-3925971623750363218?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/3925971623750363218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=3925971623750363218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/3925971623750363218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/3925971623750363218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/04/engin-and-fashion.html' title='engin and fashion.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-4644635353864089248</id><published>2008-03-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T09:14:28.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello.</title><content type='html'>wah man, why i so long never post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be a matter of momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to test out my logic, here's one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one will come again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've grown really lazy to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-4644635353864089248?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/4644635353864089248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=4644635353864089248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/4644635353864089248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/4644635353864089248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title='hello.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-3009488560611549938</id><published>2008-01-23T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T18:49:35.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kang kang posts.</title><content type='html'>why does every post of recent times seem to reek of this "i'm back!!!" theme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting really lazy with posting these days; probably got used to not posting last sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sem was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aww my dear lorlilorsor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you know your master kang kang nearly died last sem?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7 bloody modules, almost all of which i hate.. 6 core bloody engin modules!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because of that shit-ass dapao-ded fluid mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i even had to go and see my mentor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to appeal&lt;/span&gt; to take 7 modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah well, i'd approve your application.. never really done this before though. so do come back to me after the semester and let me know how you do alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, this pathetic guinea pig conveniently forgot to report back to his mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in stark contrast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very happy to announce that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;limpeh has a freeeeee day!!!! friday!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guard until flower open, see the moon bright bright....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kang kang falls onto the ground and weeps at the kindness of the heavens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to our common engin code of definitions, i actually had an additional module last sem, commonly known as gf1101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, i kena-ed a super easy to appease "tutor" for this "module", who just has this unwanted side-effect of making me fat and lazy and waste time slacking around with her whole day long doing nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incidentally, both of us had our best sems ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling her the results i got for the "best sem" ever could potentially drive a normal nus undergraduate to immediately commit suicide, which she strongly agreed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very amusing to have her beside me when i was checking my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine how she would have reacted when she saw my results the previous previous sem.. got one "a-" and one "frickin' f". (hey! now i know why the "f" word starts with "f")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was so amazed at the diverse range of results that can possibly be generated that it wasn't funny at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my kind folks suggested that i stay on in nus longer if need to, to my utter vehement rejection, because while i like nus, i absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt; taking engineering modules!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yes, i will take my leave from the wretched place as soon as possible, thank you very much my kind folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of disgraceful grades, it sometimes appals me how people judge others based on results alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's quite saddening to feel that in projects, my opinions are not taken as highly simply because i have lousy cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understandable for sure, but does having lousy cap equate to being stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely no uber smart aleck, but i also am pretty damn sure that my cap isn't an accurate reflection of my actual intellectual capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, the workings of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lan lan suck thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in addition to the academic motherlode of disaster, i was also arrow-ed to be project director of cyberia camp, which i believe warrants another post of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, the sole objective of this post is to awaken me from my slumber so i will post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogging is healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it leaves a tangible piece of your life on the web to look back on whenever you'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;limpeh was blogging even before the word "blogging" was coined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time limpeh blogged on this thing called "opendiary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time damn stupid, whole day want to be anonymous, don't let real life people visit.. once real life people know le, then will delete the blog, say goodbye to each of your newfound od friends, like very sad like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, you can't even stop people from coming even if you wanted to. the world is simply too connected, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, cyberia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preparation was an uber time-sucker; i'm just glad the thing went well, except for some unhappiness on the first night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amitabha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yes, last sem was quite horrible, and on one fine day nearing exams, i even had to see the doctor and was told that i kena "fatigue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amitabha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a slightly melancholy note, last sem was hugely different.. hung out with new people, and have been seeing much much less of people whom i've seen alot previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the attitude towards each other has changed 180 degree too, and i don't even know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me, is it the other party, or is it just the circumstances?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad to have a relationship sour to this state, but i really have no idea what in the world is wrong, so again, amitabha.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i've gotten this off my chest, i shall probably never mention it ever again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody happy jiu hao ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amitabha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a belated happy new year to all the cool folks seeing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-3009488560611549938?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/3009488560611549938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=3009488560611549938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/3009488560611549938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/3009488560611549938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2008/01/kang-kang-posts.html' title='kang kang posts.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-7504165914304646230</id><published>2007-10-27T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T06:05:41.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bedtime story.</title><content type='html'>those stories you hear about mooncakes and chang e and hou yi, are but myths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you the real story behind the origin of mooncakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; in the faraway land of cblc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evil overlord mr beanz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shot out a poisonous arrow to his minions! those who kena, must make mooncakes for mooncake festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, good doesn't always prevail over evil, and we all kena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzXeS3CYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/30CWLuEEhzc/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzXeS3CYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/30CWLuEEhzc/s320/DSC00806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997279239932290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with rav4 leading us all, we step forth in tackling the disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;first of all, we had to get the ingredients ready. lucky we had boonz. all he had to do was go into the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzm-S3CeI/AAAAAAAAATs/nXncAAqkaVc/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzm-S3CeI/AAAAAAAAATs/nXncAAqkaVc/s320/DSC00818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997545527904738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and the ingredients are born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cool balls. but of course, we must not present such an unsightly end-product to the evil overlord, or else we will surely be slain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzmOS3CdI/AAAAAAAAATk/vM3CYF_AlUk/s1600-h/DSC00817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzmOS3CdI/AAAAAAAAATk/vM3CYF_AlUk/s320/DSC00817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997532643002834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i tried to cast a spell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;unfortunately, the ingredient is alive! it becomes pissed off at me for trying to cast a spell on it, so it became very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzYuS3CcI/AAAAAAAAATc/hDw-qEEwvDg/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzYuS3CcI/AAAAAAAAATc/hDw-qEEwvDg/s320/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997300714768834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i felt bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzYeS3CbI/AAAAAAAAATU/1Yxfx6q7F3g/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzYeS3CbI/AAAAAAAAATU/1Yxfx6q7F3g/s320/DSC00815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997296419801522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i sayanged it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, it refused to budge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzXuS3CZI/AAAAAAAAATE/KeELbw5ArFA/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzXuS3CZI/AAAAAAAAATE/KeELbw5ArFA/s320/DSC00813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997283534899602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so i had to resort to force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzYOS3CaI/AAAAAAAAATM/st6sySJF9iw/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzYOS3CaI/AAAAAAAAATM/st6sySJF9iw/s320/DSC00814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997292124834210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and it worked! we now have a happy piece of ingredient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after a long hard day at work, we finally overcame all odds! famished, we decided to go for supper! after katong laksa, we went to eat famous chicken rice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the chefs took such a long time that we all became very...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzneS3CgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/f136LT3L9YY/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzneS3CgI/AAAAAAAAAT8/f136LT3L9YY/s320/DSC00820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997554117839362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sofero started going crazy and creating words on the plates using black soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMznOS3CfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GhWXtsx-C0I/s1600-h/DSC00819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMznOS3CfI/AAAAAAAAAT0/GhWXtsx-C0I/s320/DSC00819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997549822872050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;unfortunately, we really waited super long for the chicken rice! so sofero choot more power, and created another work of masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMz5uS3CiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fwBF7djjBXQ/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMz5uS3CiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/fwBF7djjBXQ/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125997867650452002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just too bad that the title was pirated from me and rav4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-7504165914304646230?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/7504165914304646230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=7504165914304646230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7504165914304646230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/7504165914304646230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2007/10/bedtime-story.html' title='bedtime story.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMzXeS3CYI/AAAAAAAAAS8/30CWLuEEhzc/s72-c/DSC00806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-3858670925918557119</id><published>2007-10-27T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:45:46.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mountain tortoise takes a hike.</title><content type='html'>it's pretty much confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are going for work and travel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;going&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to yellow stone national park, in wyoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's saying grow so big never step out of singapore before (m'sia not considered of course), now first time chee tao all the way fly to the united states of america, wu siao bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's cool lah, there's wildlife there and stuff; imagine being able to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wolves and coyotes and lions and bears roaming about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really! i didn't make that up; it's written in the brochures that these animals breed there. and we're planning to buy a car while over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it'll be damn chilly when we reach; so we probably have to get winter clothing as well. see snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and depending on the budget and timing, we might even go watch nba! in real life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then go san francisco to visit the googleplex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three meals will be provided at the place we work at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all three meals buffet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song bo! come back sure fat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can really not hafta worry about much over there.. once we knock off, there's no homework, no exams, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can just go see geysers.. explore yellow stone by bike.. see wildlife.. or read books, slack.. take a walk.. sit by the fireplace and talk.. and things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's wireless connection too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiokz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8480061-3858670925918557119?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/3858670925918557119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=3858670925918557119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/3858670925918557119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/3858670925918557119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2007/10/mountain-tortoise-takes-hike.html' title='mountain tortoise takes a hike.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-2784911722869380298</id><published>2007-10-27T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:35:22.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the virtues of a black face.</title><content type='html'>it's been a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the purpose of this post is to introduce a new member of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr7-S3CUI/AAAAAAAAASc/3UKChKjybeY/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr7-S3CUI/AAAAAAAAASc/3UKChKjybeY/s320/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125989110212135234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's been with me for like 2 years. he's been a loyal gateway to my slacking getaways and countless hours of work and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disgusting lab reports late into the night. non-stop dota sessions. my first writing assignments. my first significant online income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch movie damn shiok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the expense of having to lug a juggernaut of a laptop around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr8eS3CVI/AAAAAAAAASk/utuQJoNWpzA/s1600-h/DSC00912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr8eS3CVI/AAAAAAAAASk/utuQJoNWpzA/s320/DSC00912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125989118802069842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my getting irritating with you for lagging like a lao ah pek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my horror when you show that blue face of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you grew old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hard disk changes, 2 new motherboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been hard on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr8uS3CWI/AAAAAAAAASs/yV1i9ypP0L0/s1600-h/DSC00913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr8uS3CWI/AAAAAAAAASs/yV1i9ypP0L0/s320/DSC00913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125989123097037154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;that trip to acer, i showed a black face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa must be right when he says i can look damn fierce if i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i probably did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, sometimes being fierce at the right times have certain unforseeable benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr9OS3CXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4rC6rE0ps28/s1600-h/DSC00923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr9OS3CXI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4rC6rE0ps28/s320/DSC00923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125989131686971762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my old laptop was precious, but i can't help adoring this new one. same enormous size, but bigger hard disk, comes with web cam, just nice for work and travel, has vista, and core two duo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this incident probably reinforces other people's opinions that acer sucks, but i'm still of the belief that it's natural for laptops to die. i don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; acer; laptops are just laptops. i don't see why some people condemn it to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-2784911722869380298?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/2784911722869380298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=2784911722869380298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/2784911722869380298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/2784911722869380298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2007/10/virtues-of-black-face.html' title='the virtues of a black face.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/RyMr7-S3CUI/AAAAAAAAASc/3UKChKjybeY/s72-c/DSC00910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-1153189686285725303</id><published>2007-09-29T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T05:45:03.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>qi si wo le.</title><content type='html'>whoa, it's been more than a bloody month since i updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see if anyone still comes to this dilapidated place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, life has been pretty xiong these days. professors this sem seem to be more irritating than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine that for our design project, after coming up with an elegant solution to a problem, we were actually told that poly and ite people would be better than us at implementing our idea? that our idea is too damn simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather, we are told that what we should do instead, is to focus on making the problem look as complicated as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't worry about solving it. this is an academic project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*vomits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been playing dota again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my time is either spent in school, or with rav4, or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rav4 treats me too damn well, and i've been over-pampered and over-fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last i tried to run a 2.4 with her timing me, i run until my legs want to break already, and my timing was a lousy 11.26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm turning ugly and fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst tragedy of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta ma de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my laptop recently kena buang again. sent to acer service centre this time, upon advice from nus it-co-op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy asked me to try ask them for a one-for-one exchange. meaning i'll get a new laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is way cool, though chances are slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is my stuff inside is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all blardie gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;say you never realize the importance of backing up your stuff until you encounter a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a believer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-1153189686285725303?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/1153189686285725303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=1153189686285725303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/1153189686285725303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/1153189686285725303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2007/09/qi-si-wo-le.html' title='qi si wo le.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8480061.post-6597472310032022049</id><published>2007-08-24T06:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T06:34:00.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>classic.</title><content type='html'>die already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rav4 is getting contaminated by my uncanny sense of "wtf-style-randomness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were in a meeting and got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she wrote a very romantic story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Rs7dcI_z2PI/AAAAAAAAASM/NBivbjsAXCU/s1600-h/DSC00758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Rs7dcI_z2PI/AAAAAAAAASM/NBivbjsAXCU/s320/DSC00758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102258903378548978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to show her fustration and hatred for meetings, she vented her anger very vehemently, on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Rs7dc4_z2QI/AAAAAAAAASU/EottKMT9PpA/s1600-h/DSC00761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Rs7dc4_z2QI/AAAAAAAAASU/EottKMT9PpA/s320/DSC00761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102258916263450882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8480061-6597472310032022049?l=lorlilorsor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/feeds/6597472310032022049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8480061&amp;postID=6597472310032022049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/6597472310032022049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8480061/posts/default/6597472310032022049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorlilorsor.blogspot.com/2007/08/classic.html' title='classic.'/><author><name>kang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Scg0BTaxKOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/jDzlXeVs6XQ/S220/stylo.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7L4sGcqD_Gs/Rs7dcI_z2PI/AAAAAAAAASM/NBivbjsAXCU/s72-c/DSC00758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
